throbbing on the tip of the tongue

"Sir, what do you need?" The female cashier looked at the man wearing light coffee-colored glasses in front of her, and was very polite.

Tang Jue frowned and remained silent, looking at the female cashier with dissatisfaction in his eyes.

The female cashier was puzzled, and carefully asked: "Sir, may I ask..."

"What about the 37845th?"

The female cashier, Monk Zhang Er, was puzzled.

Tang Jue repeated again: "Where is No. 37845?"

The female cashier replied anxiously: "He...hasn't come yet..."

Tang Jue turned around and left, found a seat and sat down, staring intently at the cashier.

The female cashier was apprehensive about serving others until Lin Wange came to change shift.

"Hey, Wan Ge, that person is looking for you, and he doesn't buy food. He is probably waiting for you."

Seeing the man approaching from not far away, Lin Wange's surprise was fleeting, and she still smiled and asked, "Sir, what do you need?"

His reply was the usual silence.

Lin Wange understood it, and bowed his head to order: "Today's baked rice with cheese and ham is very fresh, and it will taste even better with a side of Sibao soup."

Tang Jue handed over the phone consciously.

"Sir, please take your seat with your number plate."

Seeing Tang Jue sitting back to the old place with the number plate and continuing to look at him, Lin Wange couldn't help laughing.

For a month in a row, Tang Jue seemed to be certain that Lin Wange would order food for him, and whenever Lin Wange needed to collect the cash, he simply refused to eat if Lin Wange didn't come to work.

Lin Wange found some change for a boy, and glanced at Tang Jue unobtrusively.Tang Jue was lowering his head and struggling with the various foods in the bowl. He dug up a piece of cheese, put it down with a frown, picked up a piece of ham, and put it down again.

Lin Wange smiled inwardly.

What's wrong with this?

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After unlocking it, Lin Wange, who had changed into her overalls, flung her schoolbag over her shoulder gracefully, humming a little tune and getting on the bicycle.

With a kick, the bicycle runs briskly away.

In the car, Tang Jue closed the document and looked up at Lin Wange's back.

Old Lin Xin knew how to step on the accelerator to catch up.

Following Lin Wange slowly all the way to the school gate, the driver stopped the car.

Tang Jue put his right hand in front of his lips and watched Lin Wange disappear on his bicycle.

Lao Lin observed Tang Jue quietly through the rearview mirror, the car was silent.

Looking away, Tang Jue flipped through the documents on his lap. In the photo, Lin Wange smiled like a spring breeze, with two dimples on his cheeks full of spirit.

Tang Jue traced the words "Sunshine Home Orphanage" with his fingertips, and finally landed on Lin Wange's name.

Lin Wange.

Evening Lin Guiyan came to sing in the evening.

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In the dormitory, Lin Wange was sprawling on the table, fussing about something.Yang Jing was very curious and squeezed over to have a look.

A menu was spread out on Lin Wange's table, densely filled with delicacies.

Lin Wange put a tick next to "Baked Rice with Cheese and Ham" and "Sibao Soup".

"I'll go. Is this a Man-Han banquet?" Yang Jing was amazed.

Lin Wange wrote "Beef tenderloin rice with chicken sauce" on the menu.Out of a sense of responsibility, Tang Jue is a regular customer in the store, so he couldn't help but want to provide Tang Jue with better service, so he spent some time every night to make a nutritional menu for Tang Jue for the next day.

Anyway, it's no trouble.

"What the hell is this?" Yang Jing grabbed the piece of paper and read, "Crispy pork chop rice, big bone soup, beef ball noodles in thick soup... tsk tsk tsk, Lin Wange, can you avoid hatred at night? Are you trying to seduce me gluttonous?"

Lin Wange snatched back the menu, thoughtful.

Yang Jing leaned over and teased: "What on earth are you doing? Could it be that after working in a restaurant for a few days, you want to be a cook yourself?"

"Yang Jing, I want to ask you something." Lin Wange was absent-minded.

"Say it!" Yang Jing waved his hand with pride.

Lin Wange adjusted his sitting posture and faced Yang Jing: "If one person can control another person's daily meals, how would it feel?"

Yang Jing scratched her head: "Then, is this 'other person' you're talking about a man or a woman?"

"man."

Yang Jing rubbed his chin to think about it, and suddenly realized: "Oh—then...there are two possibilities."

Looking at Yang Jing's two fingers raised in front of her, Lin Wange nodded and stared at Yang Jing seriously, with an attitude of listening attentively.

Yang Jing raised his index finger at him: "This is number one, you are his mother."

Lin Wange sneered disapprovingly.

"second……"

Lin Wange gave an "um" and motioned for him to continue.

Yang Jing raised her eyebrows and raised her middle finger: "Second, you are his wife! Hahaha..."

Yang Jing laughed so hard that Lin Wange was taken aback for a moment. When he came to his senses, he kicked Yang Jing away with a smile and continued to study the menu.

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In the study room, Tang Jue sat in front of the computer and typed on the keyboard quickly. After a while, a first draft of the plan was finalized.

Name: Lin Wange

Family Status: Orphan

Family hindrance index: 0

Major: Architectural Design

Topic fit index: 20%

Affinity: currently 0

Pursuit of timeliness: estimated six months

Chance of success: Estimated 60%

……

The door of the study opened with a "click".

A four or five-year-old girl ran in bouncing around: "Daddy!"

Tang Jue kept the file safe: "What is it?"

The little girl raised her head and hugged Tang Jue's leg, frowning: "Doudou is going to sleep, but is DouDou wearing Doraemon's pajamas or the little yellow man, blue or yellow?"

"..." Tang Jue frowned, unable to answer.

"Daddy Daddy..."

"Ask your Aunt Liu."

"Oh..." The little girl was a little disappointed, she was reluctant to leave, "Dad, it's getting late, Dad go to bed early."

Tang Jue turned to Lin Wange's profile with a blank expression: "I still have a job."

"Who is this, Dad?" Tang Doudou lingered and refused to leave, took the opportunity to climb onto Tang Jue's lap, and pointed at Lin Wange's photo.

"The person Dad wants to chase." Tang Jue picked up Tang Doudou and walked out.

"What do you mean by chasing?" Tang Doudou hugged Tang Jue's neck, blinking his eyes.

Tang Jue had a sullen face, but he was very patient: "Father wants to marry him."

As soon as Tang Doudou heard "marriage", Tang Doudou immediately refused, kicking his legs and crying: "No, I don't want a stepmother! The stepmother will beat Doudou! Give Doudou poisonous apples! I don't want a stepmother!"

Tang Jue pursed his lips, slightly impatient: "It's not the stepmother."

Tang Doudou understood, and immediately broke into a smile: "Well, I don't want a stepmother."

Aunt Liu ran over looking for the sound of crying, and hugged Tang Doudou with an apologetic face: "I'm sorry sir, I'll take her to rest right away."

Tang Doudou lay on Mrs. Liu's shoulder, and stretched out his head to ask, "Father, Daddy! Is Doudou wearing Doraemon's pajamas, or is the minion wearing blue or yellow?"

Tang Jue had a splitting headache: "Ask you, Aunt Liu."

"Oh, Aunt Liu, DouDou is wearing Doraemon's pajamas, or the little yellow man's..."

Early in the morning, Lin Wange stood in the department head's office, full of suspicion.

The head of the department has been talking on the phone, with a respectful and polite tone, and looks up at Lin Wange from time to time.After talking on the phone for a long time, like killing someone with a soft knife, Lin Wange couldn't help but start to wonder if he had offended some important person and asked someone to come to the school to punish him.

When Lin Wange was about to be overwhelmed, the dean of the department finally put down the phone, opened a file at hand, compared the photos, his eyes flew over the top of the glasses and landed on Lin Wange's face: "Lin Wange"

"Well, teacher, what do you want from me?"

The head of the department casually flipped through the documents and closed them: "Did you know about the school-enterprise cooperation of the Tang Group?"

"Ah."

The head of the department took a sip of tea: "You know, the Tang Corporation has been in the cultural industry for many years, and the company has strong strength. Director Tang is also the director of our school."

Lin Wange didn't know what the head of the department was trying to trick, so he could only answer: "I know."

The head of the department nodded: "For this school-enterprise cooperation, Tang Group intends to select some outstanding talents from various majors in our department as reserve resources for training."

The head of the department's gaze floated up: "Your major has selected a few students with excellent character and learning, and they are all very good. But why did you refuse?"

Lin Wange finally understood what the head of the department meant, and hurriedly declined: "Teacher, the Tang Corporation is a big group. I'm just a sophomore, and my ability is only half a bottle. I'm really not up to the job, so I don't dare to occupy the quota indiscriminately."

"Aren't you a little underestimated?"

"Teacher, I think it's better to give up the quota to other people with stronger abilities. It doesn't matter whether it's for Tang Corps or other students who can get this opportunity."

Lin Wange also thought about it a lot. When he joined Tang Corporation, his major, abilities, and interests were not right for him.He just draws the blueprints to fiddle with the cultural industry and the financial market, and he doesn't know anything about it.

The head of the department didn't say much. He picked up the contract signed by Tang Corporation and handed it to Lin Wange, smiling: "Alright, you'd better... think about it."

It is really difficult for the strong man, and the head of the department insisted on this, so Lin Wange could only accept the contract in embarrassment, and nodded: "Then teacher, please give me a few more days to think about it."

After leaving the department head's office, Lin Wange turned to the last page of the contract. Party B was where he should sign, and it was blank.

Judging from this posture, it seems that Tang Corporation is rushing to sign him.He is a sophomore in college, he has no funds and no contacts, what is Tang's picture about him?

Lin Wange's heart was pounding, did the pie fall from the sky?Still a piece of pie he couldn't chew.

Thinking so hard, Lin Wange simply gave up, threw the contract into his schoolbag, and went to work by bike.

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In the office, Tang Jue walked like flying to review documents.The phone rang, Tang Jue listened to a few words after answering the call, and frowned: "You still don't want to?"

Putting down the phone, Tang Jue finished approving the documents with a sullen face, walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, stared at the busy traffic downstairs, thoughtfully.

Putting palms together in front of his lips, he pondered for a while, and a piece of information about Lin Wange flashed in his mind. Suddenly, he frowned, pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and two white lights flashed on the light coffee-colored lenses.