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It can be said that where in life we ​​don't meet each other, we are destined to meet thousands of miles away.

Chang Er quietly peeked down from between the railings, looked at Zhong Qiu who was wearing a suit and toasting with someone, and then turned to look at Fu Ying who was in a wheelchair and scolded her mother with a white face.

First of all, he lost a lot in terms of momentum, and lost without a fight.

"I wondered why you saw him like a mouse seeing a cat? It's just your business goal, why are you so afraid?" Chang Er pushed him back to the box, and couldn't help pouring him another glass of milk to calm his shock.

Fu Ying grabbed her hair and clicked her tongue: "You know what, I'm not afraid of him, but I'm afraid that my character will collapse. As long as a lie is exposed in one place, it will be full of loopholes in other places, do you know that?"

Jin Laowu looked puzzled: "You just came out of retreat for a year and received the order? Does it sound like a big order?"

"It's not nonsense. Why would I ask you to buy things without an order? I don't stock up on these things on Double Eleven." Fu Ying looked at him: "Why? It's strange for me to accept orders?"

Jin Laowu shook his head: "It's strange, but it's not surprising. Originally, we thought you were going to wash your hands and quit when we saw the things you posted, but we didn't expect you to take orders."

Fu Ying: "Almost, I will quit after finishing this order."

"Holy aunt, don't say such things. Generally speaking, people who say such things don't live long."

A burst of laughter came from outside, a woman in a cheongsam with retro curly hair twisted her waist and walked in. Wearing a pair of white lace gloves, she took a sip from a long tobacco rod and blew at Fu Ying. Taking a puff of smoke, he giggled and said, "Long time no see, the saint is finally willing to come out to let the wind go."

Fu Ying glanced at her, raised her eyebrows and asked, "Why? Surprised to see me come out?"

This woman's voice was delicate and delicate, and after being deliberately softened, the bones were half-crushed. She covered her lips and smiled, coughed lightly, and the tone of her voice suddenly changed, and it sounded almost exactly like Fu Ying's.

"I didn't keep what I most wanted to keep. My life seemed to collapse overnight. After a long silence, I decided to start again." After saying this, Su Jiaojiao's voice changed back to its original state.

She walked over to Fu Ying, sat on a low chair beside her, put her hand on his arm and asked softly, "Auntie, do you sound like I'm learning?"

"Like!" Chang Er nodded while crossing his arms: "It would be more like if it was a little dumber."

Fu Ying laughed, reached out and patted Su Jiaojiao's arm, "Let go, it's not good for others to see."

"Hey." Su Jiaojiao let go of her hand, took a sip of wine and looked at Fu Ying and said, "The holy lady is different from others, but it's a pity that she is not far away to find someone, otherwise those girls would not all rush forward. "

Jin Laowu couldn't help but trembled: "Just those sisters of yours who hide their knives in their smiles? Forget it, my good sister, one or two are all beautiful snakes. They are cute with people one second, and they are looking for death in the next second." I don't think Fu Ying can bear to crawl for me."

"Although, the holy lady can't, I can." Chang Er sat on the sofa and whistled, shaking his head confidently: "Sister Kangkang me, I really can."

"Fuck you, I don't know what you are." Su Jiaojiao snorted, and reached out to press Fu Ying's face: "The main reason is that the holy lady has a good face and a good personality. Knowing that it hurts, there is no woman who doesn't like this."

Fu Ying pulled her hand away, and said calmly: "Okay, don't make fun of me. I have to go back early today. I still have life on my body, so I can't be found."

"Is that the big boss downstairs?" Su Jiaojiao asked.

Fu Ying frowned: "Accordingly, I should take good care of my leg injury at home now, instead of dressing like this and wandering around in bars."

"What's wrong with this virtue?" Chang Er was a little dissatisfied, and asked loudly: "Isn't it good?"

Su Jiaojiao leaned aside and giggled: "Okay, very good, anyway, I look good."

"You don't have to worry. When the time comes, just throw the blame on Chang Er and say that he dragged you out. Anyway, you are limping and have no defense, so you can only be forced out by him."

Jin Lao Wu raised his chin towards Chang Er as he spoke: "What do you think? It's time for you to truly contribute yourself by sacrificing your ego to fulfill your big ego."

Fu Ying pursed her mouth: "That's the only way. When the time comes, you don't have to worry about me when you play. I will send messages to your mobile phones if there is something to do."

"What are you going to do?" The three looked at him together.

Holding the phone, Fu Ying smiled, liked Zhong Qiugang's post, and commented that you are there too.

"It's here anyway, isn't it a loss if you don't take the initiative?" He took back his phone and leaned on the wheelchair, closing his eyes: "Okay, you guys can play, I'll take a break."

Seeing that he didn't want to talk anymore, Chang Er and the others didn't dare to quarrel with him anymore, and leaned aside to throw dice and drink while waiting for the rest of the people to come.

Fu Ying sat on the side with her eyes closed, she only opened her eyes and nodded at Zheng Daya when he came to say hello, and the people beside her didn't even look at him.

Zheng Daya, who was dressed as a Jedi warrior, walked up to him and asked, "You came out again recently? Are you short of money?"

"It's not very short, but it's also a little short." Fu Ying glanced at him: "After all, buying a new house and a new car requires a lot of money. What's the matter? You want to introduce business to me recently?"

Zheng Daya shook his head: "That's not true. World Peace has no business to do recently. I just heard from Chang Er that you received a big order and came here to learn from the scriptures. See if you have any lines on hand. I'm missing two."

Fu Ying laughed: "He is quick-talking, but he didn't want to hide it from you. I did accept a big order, but the boss came to me directly. It seems that someone leaked my information. I thought it was a bridge built by you, but now it seems that it is not."

"A while ago, someone in the circle asked about you, but after a while, I didn't hear anything." Zheng Daya took a sip of his wine: "Okay, it's normal to inquire about you, after all, you are a famous saint. Giving money is not against your taboo, you can take any job, and you will be awesome when you hear it."

"Don't laugh at me..." Fu Ying was only halfway through speaking when the phone on her lap vibrated suddenly.

He looked down and couldn't help laughing when he saw the word neighbor, but he didn't answer it immediately, but turned the mute button to turn off the screen, and let the phone ring.

"It seems that you are busy, so I won't bother you." Zheng Daya raised his glass to him: "Everything is going well."

"Business is booming." Fu Ying replied with auspicious words, and waited for Zheng Daya to leave before picking up the phone to read the news.

Zhong Qiu made two phone calls in a row but couldn't get through, so he started sending messages to Fu Ying directly.He tapped his phone on the screen, and asked Feng Qing to deal with entertaining the invited second-generation friends and company employees, completely throwing his hands away and not caring about anything.

There was no response after the message was sent, Zhong Qiu put his phone in his pocket with a click of his tongue, counting down the time until the little neighbor was trying to get him, picked up a glass of wine and walked towards the crowd to start socializing.

He dealt with the people around him, with a mechanical and fake smile on his face that never went away, and the sound of clinking glasses kept ringing, but in Zhong Qiu's heart, it was just the countdown to this boring party.

How many hello's and glasses of glasses does he need to end this meaningless social activity that he has to do?

Counting the time, I haven't seen Fu Ying for almost four days. That person is honest and honest in front of him, but he disdains the arrogant neighbor in the back. Looking at him from the surveillance screen, it's nothing more than nothing. Those two sentences are really interesting.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that the people around him were boring and boring, and it might not be as stimulating and refreshing as the glass of whiskey without ice in his hand.

Zhong Qiu took a sip of his wine and loosened his tie a little. When No.20 clinked glasses with someone, he felt the vibration coming from his phone.

At the same time, a figure slid past on the second floor, Zhong Qiu turned his head to take a look, excused himself from the people around him, and walked upstairs with his mobile phone.

Zhong Qiu looked at Fu Ying's words mixed with complaints on the phone, and couldn't tell whether he really didn't want to come to this place or was just pretending.

After all, he really saw Fu Ying's unhappy face from the camera before going out.

Maybe the little neighbors really don't like this kind of environment?Zhong Qiu thought for a while about Fu Ying sitting on the sofa in the bar like a fish in water, and then thought about his honest look with bookish face holding his books and waiting for the car in a daze. And a little excitement.

Fu Ying was sitting in a wheelchair, and just reached out to close the door of the toilet. Before he had time to use force, a hand stretched out from behind to help him open the door.

Zhong Qiu shrouded him between himself and the door, reminding him gently: "Be careful with your feet."

Fu Ying didn't expect him to come so fast, she was startled, she clutched her chest and said, "Why did you come out from behind me again, it's frightening to death."

"I'm sorry, sorry, I just saw you." Zhong Qiu pushed the door to the end and locked it tightly, pushed Fu Ying's wheelchair in, and asked very considerately, "Do you need my help?"

"No, I... hey!"

Fu Ying supported the handle of the wheelchair, watched Zhong Qiu push him to the cubicle, opened the door and wiped the toilet seat again, and then carried him from the wheelchair to the toilet.

"I'll wait outside." Zhong Qiu pulled the wheelchair back and helped Fu Ying close the compartment door.

Fu Ying kept her mother in her heart and didn't scold. She blushed and sat on the toilet and took off her pants to solve her physical problems. He deliberately pressed the toilet flush button to cover up the sound of water in the toilet.

After solving the problem, he had just put on his pants and unlocked the compartment door, when Zhong Qiu squeezed in from the outside, and brought in the folded wheelchair along the way.

"Hey!"

"Hush—" Zhong Qiu raised his finger to signal him to be quiet. Fu Ying was taken aback when she saw this, and immediately pursed her lips tightly.

The door of the toilet was knocked open, Fu Ying's body tensed up immediately, she looked at Zhong Qiu with a puzzled face, and before she had time to ask anything, she saw him stretch out his hand towards her.

Before Fu Ying could react, she was hugged and sat on her lap.

Zhong Qiu hugged him and put down the toilet seat and sat down, lowered his voice and leaned into his ear and said, "Hush, there is an enemy of mine outside."

At the same time, a gentle male voice sounded from outside the compartment.

Zhong Qiu hooked his lips into a smile where Fu Ying couldn't see, and whispered softly: "It's my half-brother, who thinks about how to harm me every day."

The author says:

Zhong Qiu: I am miserable, really.

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