Shit shoveler, she wants to finish GL

Gu Chengjue's grievances towards Xu Shenghuai are deep and long-standing. This feeling is probably not much different from her negative feelings towards her younger brother.

Commonly known as envy, envy and hate.

When she was still struggling to decide whether to join the company, Xu Shenghuai, the only seedling of the family, had inherited the family business logically and embarked on the path of a winner in life, and she is still dawdling aimlessly to this day—although She doesn't want to either.

This unbalanced life made Gu Chengjue more and more headaches, especially Xu Shenghuai's behavior of being willing to sell his conscience set a benchmark for her.

It is not uncommon for Jiahua to encounter such an attack on the security system, but in fact, this kind of behavior is playing around the edges of the law.

Stealing business secrets is a crime, but in business competition, it is not uncommon for two companies to confront each other on the Internet. As long as the degree of mutual control does not touch the last red line, most companies will be open to such things. Close one eye.

There is no way, one of the most troublesome features of network attacks is that they can only leave network traces, but in the hands of professionals, generally three-dimensional information will not be involved.

Of course, it was purely an accident that someone like An Mo had his mobile phone number stolen.

Therefore, if Gu Chengjue wanted to dig out the hot spots, he had to adopt other methods.

"By the way," Gu Chengjue didn't intend to continue exaggerating Xu Shenghuai in front of An Mo, and quickly said, "You just said you were going to a class reunion, but Chen Ting invited you?"

"Ah."

"Since when did your relationship with him get so good?"

"It's not me and him," An Mo said, "it's him and me."

Gu Chengjue rubbed his chin, as if he suddenly thought of some possibility, and sat up straight instantly, "Could it be that he wants to pursue you...?"

Reluctantly remembering that she didn't even pour Gu Chengjue a glass of water, An Mo got up and was going to get water from the water dispenser, when she heard Gu Chengjue's serious guess, she paused.

Gu Chengjue noticed it immediately, "No way, did I guess right?"

An Mo quickly returned to normal. After reaching the second glass of water, she handed it to Gu Chengjue. After a moment of silence, she finally sorted out the point that she had been ignoring from the sudden rush of thoughts.

She frowned in a rare way, and soon relaxed, "He confessed his love to me in college."

Gu Chengjue hadn't swallowed a sip of water, but was startled by this sluggish reaction, his throat stuck and he coughed repeatedly.

"Many people have confessed to you?" She blinked.

An Mo really thought about it carefully, then shook her head, "Not much."

"Then Chen Ting confessed to you that you still have to think about it for so long? You have worked with him for so long, and you just remembered this?"

An Mo took a sip of water, "I didn't think about it that much."

She thought more about other things.

"Okay, okay." Gu Chengjue waved his hands speechlessly, finally swallowed a sip of water, touched his stomach, stared at the wall clock on the wall for several times, and finally touched his nose and said, "You have something to eat here." yes?"

An Mo had already eaten at the company, and she didn't expect that Gu Chengjue was still hungry. With a frown, she replied according to Cheng Jue's question, "No."

She now settles three meals a day at the company, so of course she doesn't bother to cook, except for some cat food.

"Ah." Gu Chengjue howled in great disappointment, "I'm so hungry..."

An Mo is not stupid, seeing Gu Chengjue's appearance, she is determined to have a dinner with her. After thinking about it for a while, she was about to say "Why don't I make something casually", when she saw that she was still hungry all over Gu Chengjue, who was limp on the sofa, jumped up suddenly, and with a pair of sparkling eyes with a rare vitality, he asked without doubt: "Why don't you go out for a meal with me?"

An Mo silently took back the words that had come to her lips and nodded.

Gu Chengjue didn't know at all that he missed the opportunity to experience An Mo's cooking skills, so he dragged An Mo out of the house, and ran towards the eating place she mentioned.

After arriving, Anmo discovered that this is actually a street of snacks—a street of street stalls.

A thought of "as expected" flashed through her mind.

This place is very expensive, and the roadside stalls are basically very small, most of which do not provide seats, but the various delicacies can definitely attract everyone's eyes and noses. Even though it is late at night, there are still a large number of people wandering on the street. Basically holding more than one kind of food in your hand.

"Have you ever eaten flower nail powder?"

An Mo thought for a while, "No."

"That's good." Gu Chengjuan took An Mo to a stall selling flower armor powder, "Two servings of flower armor powder, one with extra spice, and one..."

"Less spicy." An Mo continued.

The shopkeeper had practiced a series of words, and he opened his mouth and said, "Add noodles, flour, sixties, and crab□□fish balls, shrimp balls, pee beef balls, do you want to eat?"

"Need not."

There are only three or four seats in the small booth of Huajiafen, and they are all in a row against the wall. When it was Gu Chengjue and An Mo's turn, there were no empty seats, and only the long tables could be used.

Gu Chengjue comforted An Mo and said, "Let's stay here until someone leaves."

An Mo didn't care much about the availability of seats, but instead asked, "What is a sixtieth birthday?"

"Ah, sixties are clams." Gu Chengjue said, "You'll know when you see it later."

Soon, their sixtieth noodles came to the table. There was a bowl of rice noodles in a bowl made of tin foil, and there were a few clams on the surface, which were steaming hot, and clams came out with the heat. The seafood flavor exuded and the fresh aroma mixed with the soup seasoning.

Anmo tried to take a bite, and when it came to his mouth, he felt hot and sour, with a slightly hot taste and the freshness of the clams. Even after rolling the rice noodles in such a rich soup, it was covered with Unique umami.

A layer of water vapor rushed towards his face, along with the heat in his body, and soon, a few drops of sweat appeared on An Mo's forehead.

Gu Chengjue couldn't wait to add a lot of vinegar to it, and ate half of the rice noodles in one gulp, before raising his reddened face from the heat, a little smug, "It tastes good, right?"

An Mo smiled and nodded, just in time to see someone give up their seat after eating, so she winked at Gu Chengjue and asked her to sit down.

Gu Chengjue was also not modest, and sat down without looking at how she ate. After three or two taps, the bottom of a bowl of rice noodles was drained, and she took off the shells one by one and swallowed them into her stomach.

In the end, he took a few sips of soup and put down the tinfoil bowl, "I'm finally full."

Gu Chengjue had just finished eating, and saw that An Mo hadn't finished eating, so he gave her the seat, glanced at the sixtieth powder on the table, couldn't help but picked it up again, "Wait, I'll have another drink."

After she drank these two mouthfuls, even the soup bottomed out.

So cool.

Gu Chengjue was satisfied, and only waited for An Mo to finish eating, and the two of them walked out of the sixty-year-old restaurant in the dark, and walked casually along the way they came.

"Do you often eat street stalls?"

"No!" Gu Chengjue was a little dissatisfied, "I only ate it a few times when I was in college!"

In order to show that there were only a few times, she also used her thumb and index finger to measure the distance of one or two millimeters. As a result, she felt a little embarrassed while talking, and simply smiled, "Anyway, it must not exceed dozens of times."

An Mo smiled slightly.

"I guess you must often eat street stalls."

Sure enough, An Mo nodded, "I like to eat cold noodles."

Gu Chengjue snapped his fingers and typed out, "Then next time I'll treat you to cold baked noodles!" At the end, he added: "It's only a few dollars anyway!"

As soon as the words fell, An Mo suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Gu Chengjue asked.

An Mo's face became a little strange, "We," there seemed to be a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, "didn't we pay?"

The author has something to say:

The inspiration came from going to eat sixties powder with a few roommates, but on the way back, we thought about the incident that we didn’t pay the bill. Of course, we went back to pay later, feeling really good.

Also, I really want to eat flower nail powder.