you better leave me alone

A week later.

Champagne candlelight, fine dining restaurant.

The violin concerto flows in this restaurant that only VIPs can enter, with a seductive extravagance.

"squeak--"

Wen Chen raised his hand, and the violinist bent down for no reason.

"No need to pull."

"Okay, sir."

The land was finally quiet.

The woman with exquisite makeup and elegant clothes opposite was obviously a little cautious, and only the two of them were left before they mustered up the courage to speak.

"Sir, I heard that you are young and promising, with outstanding abilities, and you are also very polite..."

Wen Chen smirked thoughtfully.

"May I ask what kind of job you do?"

Wen Chen: "Unemployed vagrants, speculate in stocks and buy lottery tickets, and eat money when they have no money."

"..." The woman's righteous heart thumped twice, and she said with difficulty, "It's not good to gnaw on your old roots, is it?"

Wen Chen: "It's okay, I have no psychological burden."

She has a psychological burden!

Wen Chen picked up the napkin and wiped his fingertips. His movements were slow and elegant, like a man who had received a good education since he was a child, but what he said shattered his image.

"It's a pity that the stock market is not doing well this year. I lost hundreds of thousands of dollars, and I have to pay 6000 yuan in rent at the end of the month. To be honest, this is the best meal I have eaten in the past few months."

The smile on the woman's face trembled a little.

"Then what are your hobbies?"

"I like to urge others to recite words."

The woman took a deep breath, maintaining a delicate smile.

"...Actually, I'm going to study abroad at the end of the year. Nice to meet you." She picked up the embroidered bag and nodded politely, "Mr. Chen, I'm sorry, I'm going to the bathroom."

Wen Chen watched her leave.

"My surname is Wen, goodbye ma'am."

After paying the bill, I opened the door and walked out. It was getting late, and a few delivery electric cars were parked on the side of the road, and the delivery staff sat in the car and ate boxed lunches.

Wen Chen couldn't help thinking of someone.

It has been a week since Lin Zewu was discharged from the hospital, and they haven't had much contact.

There is no reason to contact.

On the way back, a call popped up on the mobile phone set aside, and the name on the screen was——your mother, the beauty in the world.

The frequency of his frequent calls gave Wen Chen a headache.

Wen Chen parked the car on the side of the road, cleared his throat and answered the phone.

"Hey."

"—Brat!!"

Wen Chen: "..."

"What a nice girl blowing again! You want to be a bachelor, don't you?"

"Nonsense." Wen Chen lowered the car window, and a cool autumn wind blew in instantly. He narrowed his eyes, "Miss Wang wants to go abroad for further study, so I have no choice but to refuse her."

"you put--"

"... Hey wife, calm down..."

There was chaos.

Wen Chen took the phone away vigilantly.

Meng Xiaoting choked, as if swallowing some words back.

"Are you serious?"

Wen Chen raised his eyebrows: "That is, if you don't believe me, you can ask Aunt Wang."

"I'm still ashamed to ask Aunt Wang?!"

Wen Chen: "Your thinking is wrong, how can you let the grievances of the younger generation involve the friendship of the adults?"

Meng Xiaoting seemed to want to come along the phone line to grab his pretty face.

The red light in front turned around, and finally came to the green light tremblingly, and the countdown was only 30 seconds.

"Okay, I'll drive, let's talk when I go back."

"You wait...!"

As he said that, hearing that Chen Lei cut off the phone aggressively, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Chen slowed down for a while, freed from the stamina of being urged to marry by his parents, and pressed the button to raise the car window. He glanced around along the window, and was stunned when he saw a certain place.

At the moment he was in a trance, the light turned red.

"A total of 32 takeaways, just right."

After collecting the money, Lin Zewu sat in the car, stepped on the ground with one foot, raised his neck and let out a long sigh of relief.

The weather in November can be hot and cold, which is really unpredictable.

He supported his stiff left hand and twisted it in a circle, making a "crack, bang, bang".

"Di Di-"

Lin Zewu came back to his senses suddenly, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

Urban management?Traffic police?

He turned around, but saw a familiar car - BMW.

Sitting in the driver's seat was a man in a suit and leather shoes with bare hair. The man pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and raised his index finger to hook Lin Zewu twice.

Then he took out his phone.

"Om-"

The cell phone in his pocket was ringing happily.

Lin Zewu: "Hello."

"come over."

"doing what?"

Wen Chen was rightly asked this question of course, leaning on the back of the chair for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Seeing that he was silent, Lin Zewu remembered something, and suddenly understood what Wen Chen's intention for calling him was.

There are several representative words for Wen Chen.

creditor.

Three thousand.

Enthusiasm for his studies was overwhelming.

"Your 3000 yuan, I will return it to you after a while, not this month."

"What three thousand..." Wen Chen suddenly remembered the IOU that he crushed and threw into the trash can, he said dryly, "Oh, that's fine."

Hearing these words, in Lin Zewu's ears, there was a kind of accommodating "If you do this, I can't help it", he tightened his fingers and grabbed his thigh.

"Well, when you have time someday, how about I treat you to a meal, and I haven't thanked you properly yet."

Now, according to the habits of these people in the mall, they should shirk with a good face, and the two of them went through the polite process of "no need" and "if you do this, you will look down on me", and then you come and I mean it, Then we can go back to our respective homes.

"Your farewell..."

"Okay."

Lin Zewu: "..."

Wen Chen rested his arms next to the car window and pushed the mirror frame on the bridge of his nose: "Where are you going?"

A powerful consciousness of "as long as you pay, BMW will take you anywhere" passed through the roadblocks and bushes, drifted up and down on the cheerful little Jingba, and came to Lin Zewu's ears.

"I usually don't eat at this point, but for your sincerity, I accept it."

No, you don't have to accept it.

Seeing his sudden silence, Wen Chen sharply asked: "Are you just joking?"

Lin Zewu: "..."

The business of the barbecue stand was surprisingly good. The ground was covered with empty beer bottles, and the plastic stools were crammed into any flat ground where people could sit.

"Table 7, your skewer is ready!"

"Boss, add more spice! Please spice me up!"

The smoke from the cooking is mixed with a spicy smell, and the meat skewers "sizzling" on the iron rack are emitting oil.

High in fat and high in calories, a necessity for obesity, and a symbol of self-deprecation.

It belongs to a species that cannot appear in Wen Chen's life.

Wen Chen was sitting by the flower bed with his hands and feet stiff, and the two behind him were bald and drunk, and they were talking about financing in a wrong way.

After Lin Zewu wiped the table, the man on the opposite side hadn't spoken yet, and he seemed somewhat reserved.

"What to eat?"

Wen Chen asked incredulously, "Barbecue restaurant?"

Lin Zewu took a piece of paper from the wall, opened it and handed it to him.

"It has everything."

This small shop with bare walls is quite complete, even the menu is prepared.

Wen Chen noticed Lin Zewu's finger holding the corner of the paper, the fingertip was like a random stroke in a meticulous painting, sharply formed and very strong.

"Or there is a McDonald's two kilometers away from here..."

Wen Chen refused: "No need."

Wen Chen took the paper, scanned it from top to bottom, and remained silent for a long time.

The surroundings are noisy and noisy, but they are the only ones who seem to be quiet like a vacuum.

Lin Zewu tapped on the wooden tabletop with his fingertips, his eyes flicked across the neckline of his decent shirt, and finally turned back to stare at the bumpy tabletop.

"When will you start delivering food again?" Wen Chen asked casually without raising his eyes.

Lin Zewu: "In two days."

Seeing that he was downcast with his head down, Wen Chen picked up the teapot and poured two glasses of water.

Lin Zewu raised his head, and the tea water in the teapot, which had already been brewed, made a curve in the air.

"It's not safe to be outside so late at night. Have you considered changing jobs?"

Lin Zewu's lips moved, and he raised his head: "Then what are you doing?"