My protagonist attributes have been discovered

Gujiu Street can also be regarded as one of the main roads in the capital of China. It seems to be the main temporary residence of "foreigners", and it is a pedestrian street.A special animal rest station for public rent was set up not far from the fork. After asking the staff for some details, Song Yangle asked Huabao to wait for him here, put away the pig pats, and entered the street alone.

Walking along the road, Song Yangle saw several familiar faces. Although they were in a hurry, they all greeted each other and nodded.

Since this street is very close to the center, even if it was delayed for more than ten minutes, it did not exceed the expected time by much.

No. 158 is an ordinary small house in the middle of this path—in fact, it is indistinguishable from the surrounding area, but to describe it specifically, it is larger, taller, more modern, and more refined than the small houses on other streets. A little more, there are more types of flowers and plants, and it is ordinary with a small yard.

Unexpectedly, Song Yangle pressed the doorbell, and after waiting for a while, the person who opened the door was not a young lady in a professional uniform as he had imagined, but a woman wearing a casual shirt, casual trousers, a pair of slippers on her feet, with a big belly on her wrist. Wearing a silver watch-style bracelet, he looked like a very kind and ordinary middle-aged, tall, fat Mediterranean man... Of course, just like this house, the other party was not as ordinary as he seemed at first glance.

For example, although he can't remember where he saw it at the moment, he does feel a little familiar with this kind face; another example, generally speaking, this kind of kind middle-aged man should have a Maitreya-like face at any time. He has the temperament to laugh, but the other party doesn't have...

Song Yangle couldn't help taking a look, and after a closer look, he found that there were probably two reasons for the discrepancy in temperament: one was that although the middle was bald, there was still a ring of thick hair around the other party; the other was Maitreya's head It was round, but judging from the bright top of his head, which was so bald that it was as small as half an egg, the opponent's head was a bit pointed.

However, his temper is as kind as his appearance.

Not at all angry at the human being who looked at him repeatedly, the two small eyes squeezed into the fat and fleshy face only had tolerance and kindness, the corners of the naturally upturned mouth stretched kindly, and the tone of speech was unhurried, The voice is a little thin, but it is also very kind in line with the characteristics of the appearance: "Excuse me, is it a Shanhai delicacy?"

"Ah, yes." Song Yangle came back to his senses, straightened his back, took out the receipt form from his trouser pocket, flattened it, and handed it to the other party together with the signature pen.

Seeing that the other party picked up the pen and was about to sign directly, Song Yangle tightened his shoulder straps, and couldn't help reminding: "Do you want to check and accept the takeaway first?"

"It's okay." The other party smiled at him kindly, without stopping the pen, and signed his name on the receipt without haste: "Your Shanhai delivery is always guaranteed."

Song Yangle was speechless, and when the other party finished writing, he took back the receipt and pen, and the two characters behind the signee were not "Bacheng", but... "Kunpeng"?

Facing his questioning gaze, Kunpeng explained kindly: "Bacheng is my secretary, and we each have a share."

"Oh."

Finally remembering that he had seen the other party’s fleeting face in the news, Song Yangle took back the pen and paper, put the incubator behind him on the ground, opened the lid, and put the warm baby’s ice pack and small apron into the compartment of the pig’s camera. Picking it up, Kunpeng, who was standing opposite him, squatted down with difficulty due to his size, panting, and stretched out his fat hand: "Let me let you go."

"--Need not."

Holding the compartment in one hand and pressing the takeaway on the top with the other, Song Yangle suddenly remembered the vigilance that should have been there all along but was lost without knowing it. He couldn't help but followed closely: "The first one is my dinner, and the bottom two are takeaways."

"Oh." The fat face brightened up again.

But then, Song Yangle didn't put down the partition, and didn't quickly remove the boxed lunch on the top, but paused, didn't look at the other party, lowered his head, looked at those fat and short hands, and asked: " By the way, although I'm a little embarrassed, can you please call Mr. Ba Cheng? It's a matter of procedure, we still need to confirm the relationship between you and your secretary. "

"..." Even if it was very subtle, the fat hands placed on the edge of the incubator did tremble a little, but the voice on the other side was still kind and natural: "Of course, but he is going out to get a bag now." I have an urgent document, and I may not be able to receive it by accident, so let's check the phone number first, shall we?"

Seeing the other party's fingers slightly curled up, Song Yangle was silent for a while.

Kunpeng was a little anxious when he didn't hear the human's answer. He took out his mobile phone and clicked on the address book to show him. The numbers and call records on it all proved that most of what he said was true.

...Which sentence is false?Or is there something to hide?

Every subtle detail from the time the order was received in the afternoon to the present has been quickly transcribed by the brain. Putting down the partition, Song Yangle calmly put the cover back on the incubator under Kunpeng's surprised, anxious and wronged eyes, and looked directly at the other party in a calm and unhurried manner road:

"I'm sorry, I think, or you should call Mr. Bacheng directly? After all, you are his boss, and he shouldn't mute your ringtone, right?"

"..."

The amiable face remained unchanged, but the other party did show a little sad look, with a kind smile and a little bitterness: "...Okay."

In the posture of squatting on the ground, Kunpeng slowly wiped the sweat from his head like rain, and dialed the number on the order. As Song Yangle expected, there was a long dial tone, and someone on the other side picked up: " Hello?"

Because of squatting, the flesh of his whole body was squeezed into a ball. When Kunpeng spoke, all the flesh kept trembling slightly, and his breathing was loud but gentle, and his kindness and tolerance remained unchanged. Slowly asked the other end of the phone: "Hi, Ba Cheng, are you back?"

"Not yet, I've only been away for a few minutes? I just arrived at the office now."

"Oh……"

"What's the matter with you?"

Kunpeng looked at Song Yangle, who had no expression but no suspicion, and slowly replied: "Well, it's nothing, just asking when you will come back..."

Song Yangle unhurriedly inserted | into the conversation:

"—Excuse me, are you just Bacheng who ordered two servings of stewed gills? I'm Song Yangle, a delivery man from Shanhai Restaurant."

While talking and thinking of words, Yuan Kunpeng clicked, and slowly looked at him in a daze: "..."

"..." The young man's voice on the opposite side paused, and the Huaxia language mixed with the southern Hunan dialect became standard and polite, and even the content of the words was extremely cold: "Yes, I am. Could you please wait for a few minutes? I'll be right back. During this period, please don't let the takeaway out of your sight, let alone hand it over to the gentleman next to you, is that okay?"

Under Kunpeng's kind and sad gaze, Song Yangle responded professionally: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

"Thank you very much—Mr. Kunpeng?"

Kunpeng responded subconsciously: "...what?"

"Before I come back, please consciously go to the fitness room to complete ten squats, okay?"

"……All right."

Wiping the sweat off his chubby face with difficulty, Kunpeng took a deep breath, propped one hand on the ground, the veins on his forehead popped up, it was obvious that he was trying to pull himself up very hard, and the top of his bald head heaved. After a while, the originally flat panting grew louder, and finally, the other party calmly gave up the useless effort, panting slowly while telling the other side very slowly and kindly: "However, the problem is that I seem to be , can't get up..."

"—Well, I see it."

The phone and the voice behind him overlapped. Song Yangle stood up and turned around. The elite young man in a suit nodded slightly to him, and stretched out his hand: "Hello, I'm Bacheng."

Song Yangle paused, and shook back: "Hello."

"Thank you very much for protecting my takeaway." After shaking hands, Bacheng expressed his gratitude, and after observing his dusty appearance, he asked thoughtfully, "May I ask you to send only two of us today?" Do you want a takeaway, or do you have other arrangements?"

"Only these two copies."

"Well, do you think you need to have dinner with me?" Ba Cheng smiled: "After all, it's so late now, I just ordered an extra one. Since the incubator is open, it's not a bad idea to leave it like this." good."

Kunpeng, who was squatting on the ground, interjected: "Then one of them is me..."

Ba Cheng was expressionless: "Shut up, your blood sugar and blood lipid test just failed."

Kunpeng sighed, and the pointed Mediterranean lost a little of its luster, but his tone was still calm and slow, without temper, kind and tolerant: "Oh, well, you are right."

"..."

Although it was a bit too much to think like this, Song Yangle thought: I think I really saw some Buddha's light around the opponent's pointed forehead.