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No matter how bleak the street is, no matter how sluggish the business is, it doesn't affect Wang Rui's unshakable going to play cards every afternoon, in the name of not wanting to see bad faces in the shop.

After finding out Wang Rui's work and rest time, Ren Kuan always took advantage of the afternoon to give Jiu'er extra meals, which happened to be the busiest time in the shop.

From up and down the stone steps, everyone can't help looking at the homestay opposite the massage club. Ren Kuan can now clearly understand this area, except for this newly opened homestay.

There are not many customers, and there are only one or two people who come in and out, and there are no takeaways coming in, anyway, I have never ordered anything from his house.

The boss is a cold and elegant man, he looks a little older than him, wears glasses, and there seems to be a tear mole in the corner of his eye, and he is not very enthusiastic about every customer.

A face that can't hold back love really doesn't look like doing business sincerely.

Don't ask Ren Kuan why he observed so carefully, he was sitting at the door with Jiu'er, who was eating well with the bowl and chopsticks, and he and the owner of the hotel looked at each other.

Staring at people was somewhat impolite, but Ren Kuan didn't like it. He sat down next to Jiu'er, and looked at him with cold eyes unceremoniously.

The cold eyes reflected the cold eyes, Ren Kuan was puzzled, he thought he was a kind person, and he would not let a stranger have such great hostility.

Just as the eyes of the two were coming and going, an old man in a vest came down from the second floor of Folklore. If Ren Kuan guessed correctly, this was Jiu'er's recent regular visitor.

Jiu'er kept mentioning him, saying that massage clubs didn't have much business. Fortunately, there was this old man. Although this was the first time he had met "Duan Haoren", Ren Kuan could still confirm from Jiu'er's description that this person was Duan. gentlemen.

Ren Kuan couldn't tell what it was like, but he always felt that his house sparrow's mind was not very memorized, and the things he ordered went in one ear and out the other.

Jiu'er held Ren Kuan's hand and said emotionally, "Mr. Duan is a good man."

In Jiu'er's eyes, everyone is a good person, and he is not the most special or the best.

In a short while, the number of people staring at Ren Kuan increased from one person to two people. According to Ren Kuan's temper, he really wanted to stand up and ask them what they were looking at?But he tried his best to restrain his emotions.

"Brother Kuan! Brother Kuan!" Jiu'er held up the bun in his hand, and even called Ren Kuan several times, but he didn't agree.

"Ah?" Ren Kuan turned his head and almost bumped into the bun, "What's wrong?"

The bun in his hand was bitten by Jiu'er, revealing the creamy yellow stuffing, Jiu'er didn't care about Ren Kuan ignoring him, "I'm calling you, ignore me, what kind of stuffing is this, it's different from the bean paste .”

"Cream yellow."

"It's so sweet." Jiu'er said again, "Do you want to eat it, Brother Kuan?"

Ren Kuan dodged Jiu'er's hand, "I don't like food for children."

Jiu'er was so angry that Ren Kuan would not tease him that he was a child, holding a bun in his hand, half of his body was leaning towards Ren Kuan, stretching his snow-white neck, his thin eyebrows were knit together, the tip of his nose was red, and he was moaning like a young animal. Ming, "Well...you are not allowed to call me a child..."

Instinctively embracing Jiu'er's waist, Ren Kuan leaned back slightly, with an affectionate smile, "I didn't say anything, I just said it was for children, and if they eat it, they are children."

Knowing that Ren Kuan was playing word games with him, Jiu'er became even angrier. He arched into Ren Kuan's arms, revealing most of the custard filling in his hand, "I..." He couldn't say no to Ren Kuan, and he couldn't be angry.

The sound of footsteps suddenly came to his ears, and a shadow appeared in front of Ren Kuan's eyes. When he looked up, Mr. Duan, who was opposite, had already walked up to them.

"Hello." Duan Jiakang gestured to Ren Kuan with his hand.

Ren Kuan glanced at the homestay, but the boss was nowhere to be seen. He withdrew his eyes calmly, looked up at Duan Jiakang, and was still hesitating whether to hold or not, when Jiuer cried out in surprise.

"Mr. Duan is here?" Jiu'er still stuck to Ren Kuan's chest, raised his head and greeted Duan Jiakang.

Before Duan Jiakang took his hand back, he said to Ren Kuan, "Is it inconvenient now?"

The inconvenience is only a little bit, Jiu'er still wants to make more money and buy a lighter earlier, although Ren Kuan is reluctant to go back to the store so early, but there is something to gain if he is willing.

"It's convenient." Jiu'er wanted to get up from Ren Kuan's body, but his waist tightened, and Ren Kuan picked it up with one hand and caught it in the creaking nest, "Huh?"

The unidentified Chiu'er was hanging in the air, holding a bowl and buns in his hand.

Ren Kuanteng reached out to shake hands, "Hello." There was an inexplicable feeling of "losing a lot in terms of experience".

"Mr. Ren Kuan, I've heard Jiu'er mentioning you all the time." Duan Jiakang said calmly, not being frightened by Ren Kuan's unpredictable reaction, "My surname is Duan."

Jiu'er also kept mentioning himself, this kind of comparison made Ren Kuan a little bit happier, but when he thought about it, what kind of mention would it be, and he would tell Mr. Duan that he was a good person endlessly.

The concept of a good person is too vague, too general, and unremarkable. Apart from being good, thinking good is nothing.

The people in the crunch nest were wriggling, "Brother Kuan, let me go, you can go back to the store and do your work."

The sense of pleasure is like a superficial touch, it flashed in Ren Kuan's mind, and Jiu'er was driving him away.

The most hateful thing is that the old man Duan in front of him also echoed: "Then don't disturb Mr. Ren's business."

Ren Kuan put the man down, and picked up the bowls and chopsticks unwillingly. He didn't go far, and Jiu'er followed Mr. Duan to the store.

Raised for nothing, white-eyed wolf, Ren Kuan walked up angrily.

Duan Jiakang glanced back, just in time to see Ren Kuan turn around, he asked in a low voice: "Is he the Brother Kuan you mentioned? He often cooks for you?"

"Yes!" Mentioning Ren Kuan in front of people is a kind of showing off of Jiu'er, his.

Ren Kuan walked into the store aggressively, without putting down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands, when the phone rang at this moment, it was Jiang Ke's mother calling.

He adjusted his mood, "Auntie."

"Ren Kuan, is the shop busy?"

"Not busy, what's the matter, tell me." Ren Kuan found a stool and sat down, and took out the cigarette case.

There was a rustle on the other end of the phone, and my aunt smiled happily, "Didn't you tell my aunt to help you keep an eye on the girl last time? chat."

Ren Kuan rang the lighter in hand. He held a cigarette in his mouth and didn't light it. He extinguished the fire again and took the cigarette out of his mouth.

He really wanted to settle down before, he didn't reject blind dates, the time has come when he is old, he has no reason to refuse, if he has to say it, it's just that he doesn't want to, as for why he doesn't want to, he hasn't figured it out yet through.

"Ren Kuan?" Auntie waited for a while, but Ren Kuan did not answer, "Why are you silent?"

Ren Kuan came back to his senses, "Huh?" Everything that didn't give a positive answer was subconsciously helping him refuse.

"Ah what? Don't let the girl add you, take the initiative, wait, I'll send it to you." Before Ren Kuan could answer, the aunt hung up the phone, and then pushed her friend.