mandatory agreement

Zhou Xing opened a disposable bowl, which contained more ribs and less soup. After thinking about it, he opened another one, specially for soup.The strawberries were washed before, so Zhou Xing picked a big one and stuffed it into a plate.

He put two bowls, a plate of strawberries and paper towels on the tray raised by the robotic arm, and the robotic arm placed the tray firmly in front of the man.

He couldn't help making a joke: "Aren't you very good-looking, so don't let me see what you look like."

Lu Zheng twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking that it is true that it looks good, and I am afraid that it is true that you see the restraint.

He said coldly: "It's not necessary, I passed the picture over."

"Okay, I'll do it right away."

The hardware facilities in front of Zhou Xing are very good, and his work efficiency is also very high. It took him an hour and a half to complete all the work. He checked it twice, modified some details, and sent the finished draft to this Mr. Lu.

"I'm done." Zhou Xing stretched secretly.

Lu Zheng looked at the picture and found nothing wrong with it. He fiddled with the bracelet to bring up the transfer interface, added a zero after the number recommended by the system, chose to delay the transfer by one hour, and clicked Confirm.

"Ding dong——" Zhou Xing's bracelet also received a reminder that the money has arrived on the platform. Generally, for part-time jobs, the employer will check the finished product. After confirming that it is correct, the platform will transfer the money to the account within three working days.

Zhou Xing thanked him and lowered his head to organize his belongings. At this moment, the mechanical arm lifted the tray and moved over, with a triangular white cake on it.

"This is for me?"

"Well, it's part-time benefits."

Zhou Xing glanced at the label on the outer packaging of the cake, estimated the price, and said, "It's too expensive, I can't take it."

"Your drawing is very good. This cake is your deposit. If you are in a hurry next time, you can help me draw it." Lu Zheng had already prepared a reason.

"Okay, then can I add you as a friend, if you still need it, just call me."

"sure."

The two added friends through the Internet, Zhou Xing left the studio with the cake, Lu Zheng ate the last strawberry, and chatted with Sara: "Zhou Xing's soup is pretty good."

"The person you selected is of course very good."

"If he doesn't want to, it's the same to choose someone else."

"You are so understanding."

Lu Zheng was delighted by these words, he carefully put on his coat, took a special car back to his residence, and was ready to go to work.

He turned on the computer and just typed a line of code when he heard Sarah's teasing voice.

"Sir, there is little, very little bad news."

"What bad news?"

"Zhou Xing sent the cake you gave him to his sweetheart through the same city courier."

Lu Zheng pressed his finger on the space bar, leaving a string of blank spaces. After a while, he asked, "How do you arrange for Wei Ze today?"

"Your subordinate took him to the shopping mall under your name, bought more than ten sets of clothes, and presented them to him in the name of free trial."

"He took it?"

"Received."

"Tell Zhou Xing about this matter."

"Okay, sir."

"Communicate with the Wei family, make a payment today, and arrange for Wei Ze to start his body transformation tomorrow."

"Okay, sir."

Lu Zheng deleted the blank space created by pressing the space bar bit by bit, and returned to the work of brushing the night.

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Zhou Xing pressed the button to confirm the payment. He carried his painting tools, schoolbag, and lunch box to the bus stop, ready to drive home.

There were not many people at the bus stop today, and Zhou Xing was lucky enough to grab a spot. He put his weight on the open space at his feet, turned on the projection interface of his wristband, and prepared to read the news for a while.

"Om-"

The wristband vibrated for a moment, indicating that there was a new email. Zhou Xing reached out and clicked on the email. There was no text in the email, but only a dozen or so photos. The photos were obviously taken secretly. Wei Ze was shopping in the company of several strange men. Wei Ze smiled happily, and in the last photo, he was holding more than a dozen shopping bags and getting into a vehicle familiar to Zhou Xing.

Zhou Xing confirmed the license plate number, which was the one parked in front of their school on Valentine's Day.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the fire, and didn't call Wei Ze directly - he knew that he was emotionally unstable, and he didn't want to make any meaningless communication that hurt the other party under the premise of being furious.

The bus stopped and went, and soon arrived at the destination. Zhou Xing took his things and returned to his home - his parents worked outside all the year round, and of course he was the only one at home.

He watched the old TV series before the disaster for two hours, and finally suppressed the anger in his heart. Then he picked up the phone and dialed Wei Ze's number.

"Beep-beep-beep-beep"

The phone was hung up, Zhou Xing frowned and dialed again, but the phone of the other party was turned off directly.

Zhou Xing walked directly to the door. He was going to go to Wei Ze's house in person, ask him out, and explain the situation face to face.

No matter how true the content of the email is, judging from the fact that someone sent him this email, someone must be targeting him and Wei Ze and trying to make them conflict.

He put on his shoes and coat and was about to go out when he received a call from Wei Ze.

Zhou Xing hesitated for a second. After answering the phone, Wei Ze quickly said, "I have something urgent to do. I won't be at school for a month. Don't worry, I'll hang up."

"Weiser—"

Zhou Xing only had time to call out his name before the phone was hung up, and he still couldn't get through.

He was at the door, looking at the dark corridor, hesitated for a moment, then walked out, hurried downstairs, and rushed to Wei Ze's house.

"It's really infatuation." Sara's flat voice sounded in the empty space, like a provocation to his master.

"Close the door for him." Lu Zheng turned his gaze back. He looked down at the body modification agreement that Wei Ze had just signed, and asked knowingly, "If I choose to conceive naturally, Wei Ze will agree."

"Of course, very few people will refuse you."