smell you

The middle-aged man froze for a moment, pushed his black-rimmed glasses, and suddenly smiled.

"It's just takeaway. It's a trivial matter. Why call the police so serious. If you say you can't cook, then you can't do it. As long as you say it, you can understand it. The main reason is that I thought you were the son of the restaurant owner. I will definitely inherit the good craftsmanship of the family. It seems that it was just a misunderstanding, okay, so be it, you take this-"

A piece of RMB 50 was handed over to Song Zeyou.

"..." Song Zeyou was shocked by this reversal and was at a loss.

One moment he was an arrogant landlord and bully, and the next moment he turned into a good citizen with spring flowers blooming? !

It's too abnormal, everything is too weird.

"No, no, no, I've thrown away the takeaway, and the taxi money is fine. If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first."

Song Zeyou didn't dare to take the money, he just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

Song Zeyou hurriedly walked out and arrived at the lobby, only to see the four young men had stopped playing cards and were eating pizza.

Fried chicken and beer are also placed on the large coffee table.

Song Zeyou chuckled, these foods really fit the taste of these people.

After everyone ate it, it was obvious that they had already ordered takeaway, but they still wanted to take him to the kitchen and force him to cook.

When he walked out of the villa, he felt that there was silence behind him, and he felt that all these people were watching him.

His back was almost burned by the gaze, and this feeling didn't disappear until he walked out of the gate.

Suddenly he saw that the metal railings in the garden of the villa could not cover the luxury cars parked on the other side.

I ran over and saw a Hummer parked here.

Looking so familiar, it exudes an evil breath.

Song Zeyou took out his mobile phone and pointed at the license plate to take a few photos. He only needs to take this to the security box at the gate to check the monitoring records, and compare it to know whether it was the car that almost hit him just now.

Song Zeyou ran to the sentry box, and those security guards would definitely not check the monitoring records for him.

Hit you?

Hit you?

You have nothing to do, don't make trouble.

Make Song Zeyou so angry, a bunch of grandchildren!

As soon as Song Zeyou left, the atmosphere in the villa suddenly changed.

"Chef Chen, was that person my brother's savior just now?" The young man who spoke took a bottle of cold beer and drank it directly from the bottle.

The old rules didn't work out, and his face was not good-looking, he took the whole box of the leftover pizza from the coffee table, and walked to the second floor.

The other three pulled the young man who was drinking beer and asked repeatedly: "What savior? Is it the last time your cousin was rescued after losing contact? Tell us quickly. You must know that the rumors outside have been very mysterious."

"No, I heard that all the ghost stories and magical legends in Lantian Village have been used. Your cousin is only a scholar who is lucky enough to meet a fox fairy in Liaozhai."

"...As far as his figure is concerned, the fox fairy probably doesn't like him."

One of them lowered his voice and said, "Your cousin did something unreasonable. You have to show your kindness for saving your life, right?! Your cousin is so rich, he just gave someone a hundred thousand yuan." Hundreds of thousands, the benefactor still needs to come out to deliver food?"

"No, isn't your cousin's net worth worth 10 yuan? Even if he is stingy, he can come to the door with some gifts to thank him in person, or send a pennant to the door to spread positive energy."

Another said: "It's fine if you don't do anything. You can pretend to be deaf and dumb, but you can't repay your kindness."

"No."

The three of them spoke to each other, making Li Zhexi's cousin blush.

"Scare him with a car, who came up with the idea!"

One of them said confidently: "But you didn't say at the time that this was your brother's savior, and besides, you used to drift while playing with cars, so you should live on HOLD."

Li Zhexi's cousin put the beer bottle on the coffee table vigorously, and said angrily: "You guys spray me with a b, he is not my savior."

The man said awkwardly: "Your brother is really strange. He didn't put it upside down. He only cares about whether the savior knows how to cook and whether he can cook well. It can be seen that he is really a foodie among foodies."

"This lifesaver has a really good figure, with long and straight legs."

"Is there? I think he has an average face."

"It's not bad, the facial features are correct, the temperament is not bad, and the teeth are very white."

The cousin frowned and said, "What are you talking about?"

"Drunkards don't care about drinking. Cooking skills are more important than life-saving grace. If we are fools, we must fall in love with him. You are too simple to believe it."

The three booed.

"..." The cousin was speechless.

Chen Gui took the pizza to the master bedroom on the second floor.

Li Zhexi was lying on his back, turning the TV channels quickly, with an irritable look on his face.

A Xiao, a male nurse hired by a high salary, was sitting by the bed and was talking about the precautions for daily nursing in detail.

Li Zhexi suffered a broken calf in his left leg, and a sprained ankle in his right leg. It is said that the injury lasted for a hundred days. For those who always like to play around, it is like a beast trapped in a small iron cage. It is really not as good as life die.

Chen Gui pushed the black-framed glasses, he didn't know if it was his own illusion, he felt that Li Dong seemed to be gaining weight again, he couldn't imagine how heavy Li Dong would be after his legs recovered.

"Eat pizza? Your cousin drove to the city to buy it, and he queued for half an hour."

When Li Zhexi saw Chen Gui coming in, he straightened his upper body slightly, but when he saw the cardboard box in Chen Gui's hand, the meager hope in his heart was instantly shattered.

He was in an extremely bad mood, frowned and said, "Does Ah Xiao want to eat?"

The male nurse didn’t seem to care about this bad temper, and said with a smile, “Is it Bishengke’s pizza? Yes, why don’t you. Once I went to eat with my friends, and there were still a dozen tables in front of me after waiting for an hour. I realized that I changed it to around [-]:[-] p.m. during working hours, but I still had to queue up, and I couldn’t eat it anymore. Today is a lucky day.”

Chen Gui put the pizza aside, and said to Li Zhexi: "The chef is not here today, what do you want to eat, tell me, while I'm still a little free. There are five couples getting married tonight, and there will be nearly two hundred tables tonight. Get back to the company."

The male nurse said: "Mr. Li spends more time lying down now, try to eat light food rich in crude fiber."

Li Zhexi suddenly said, "What did he say?"

Chen Gui understood: "He said he knew nothing about cooking, I don't think he is lying."

"Do you believe that he really doesn't know how to cook?"

"I personally think so. He looks very cultured, and his temperament is quite good. He is gentle. As chefs, we often have to bend over and arch our backs. It is impossible for us to be as straight as him. More importantly It’s hands, the chef’s hands are often used to cut vegetables, and it’s common to make small cuts. But his hands, those are the hands of a scholar, maybe he hasn’t even held a spatula. If you go to the hotel kitchen, the chef is What's it like?"

Li Zhexi remained silent.

Chen Gui persuaded: "Mr. Li, it's not that I don't believe in your taste buds, but under certain circumstances, people will be deceived by the brain and have illusions. ... Even if there is no illusion, but a bowl of porridge is cooked well, it does not mean The other dishes are cooked well, and you can’t eat a bowl of porridge for the rest of your life. When you get better, it’s serious to thank them in person.”

Li Zhexi remained silent.

The male nurse seemed to understand a little bit, and said with a smile: "Strangers must be wary of each other. Only after we get to know each other well, we can establish a good relationship and talk more. By then, it is estimated that even how much savings he has, the first sex life When is this kind of private question can be asked."

Li Zhexi and Chen Gui looked at him at the same time.

-

Song Zeyou returned home and complained to his parents about what had happened.

"Don't ask me to deliver the takeaway in the future, I almost died."

The couple cursed the guy who drove the Hummer.

But it's strange to say that after that day, the business didn't seem to be as good as before, and Dad Song alone was enough to deliver the takeaway.

Song Zeyouguan played games in his room for a few days to adjust his mood before going to work.

After one o'clock in the afternoon, the family was free to sit down and have lunch.

Zeyou's father suddenly said: "The lawyer came to you last time, did you contact him? What did you say?"

Song Zeyou said with a guilty conscience: "I've been very busy recently, so I don't have time to contact you."

Song's mother spit: "You don't have a job, you are not free, you are busy playing games all day long, how old are you—"

Zeyou's father hurriedly said: "Have you heard that the lawyer's girlfriend has disappeared. Recently, the police have sent many people to inquire and investigate in this area."

The people living in this area are all migrant workers, and there are all kinds of birds in the forest.

Song Zeyou wondered, "Missing? The lawyer has a girlfriend?"

No wonder the lawyer didn't show up again, and if he didn't find his girlfriend for a day, he probably didn't want to work.

Song's father said: "It's more than that, I saw him take a girlfriend three times, and it was a different girl three times."

Song's mother continued to spray: "White-collar lawyers don't want girlfriends. If a man has no job, no money, no car, no house, which woman would like-"

"When did it happen? How many days have you been missing?"

"It's been about ten days."

Song Zeyou thought to himself, because he saw the police wandering around his house, he subconsciously thought it was a WeChat incident. Could it be that he misunderstood it from the beginning? The lawyer didn't come to him because of the hotel.

By the way, photos! !

He didn't sleep in the middle of the night, so he was bored and went to shoot the hotel, just ten days ago.

Maybe his photo will get news of the disappearance of the lawyer's girlfriend! ! !

"Ten days, I guess it won't work."

"That's not true. Once it's reported on TV that a woman has lost contact, if it lasts for more than three days, they are basically killed."

Father Song sighed, "Those victims are all young girls. People like your mother are living well."

"Damn, what are you talking about!!"

Song Zeyou didn't even care about eating, so he took out his phone to look at the photos.

He probably didn't delete it.