smell you

Unfortunately, he deleted all the photos.

Just imagine, how could he leave these photos as evidence of the hotel WeChat incident, he is not stupid.

I found the nine photos he posted from WeChat Moments.

If you look closely, it's actually quite blurry.

The focus was on the back door of Tianhao International, and the nearby high-end residential areas were separated by thousands of miles, so they didn't get any photos at all.

In fact, no matter the entrance of the hotel or the entrance of a high-end community, in addition to monitoring, there are also security patrols.

The lawyer's girlfriend has been missing for so many days, and the police are not vegetarians. It is estimated that the whole area has been turned upside down.

"By the way, the lawyer left his phone number last time, is it still there?"

"Didn't I give it to you? Put it on your computer desk."

"That's the phone number of the blind date."

Song's mother began to spray again: "You also know that it's the number of the blind date, but it was introduced by your aunt. Why, you have time to contact the lawyer, so you don't have time for the blind date?"

Song Zeyou put down the bowl and chopsticks, and ran away quickly.

In the end, he added the lawyer's WeChat account.

The lawyer’s WeChat nickname is [Yang Chengjun Law Firm 137********], in other words, the lawyer’s name is Yang Chengjun.

The lawyer came to him again and again, if not because of the hotel WeChat incident, then why?

After waiting for a long time, lawyer Yang Chengjun did not approve his request to add friends.

Instead, the graphic designer friend sent a WeChat message:

[I have good news for you, I am also unemployed! ! ! ]

Song Zeyou returned a frightened expression.

Were the co-authors cursed by the circle of Tianhao International?

This is called a bad thing, the current world report?

[Let's have dinner together tonight, let's make a good plan for the future development direction. ]

Song Zeyou replied with a sweaty expression: [OK! ]

At about 04:30 in the evening, Song Zeyou went out with a sports bag, walked to the alley, and found that there were many people around there, and he came closer to see what was going on curiously.

It turned out that there was a job advertisement at the intersection.

Song Zeyou regained his spirits and stopped to take a closer look.

[We are urgently looking for a chef.Requirements: Good facial features, at least 1.7 meters five in height, about 65 kg in weight, between 20-25 years old, college degree or above. ]

Song Zeyou was speechless.

What kind of recruitment is this? Recruiting chefs also requires appearance, height, weight, age, and education?

The most basic requirements such as working years, technical level, and cuisines are not written.

Then he saw the welfare package.

[Welfare benefits: annual salary of [-], nine to five, weekends, five insurances and one housing fund, various subsidies, food and accommodation included, free travel once a month, and generous bonuses at the end of the year. ]

The contact address is written below, the address is Shanghai Huayuan, Chengdong Street...

Song Zeyou was dumbfounded: "..."

Lying in a trough, he quickly took out his mobile phone, took a photo, and posted it on Moments.

Suddenly he felt that this address looked familiar.

Most of the onlookers were employees of Tianhao International Hotel, and a few of them had already pulled out their mobile phones and pressed the contact numbers left on them to make calls.

Song Zeyou turned around and walked to the bus stop.

It is said that abnormality is a demon.

There will be no pies in the sky, as long as you reach out to catch them, there will be a big hole below waiting for you to jump automatically.

It was only when he got on the bus that he remembered, Shanghai Huayuan, isn't that the neighborhood where he delivered food.

When we arrived at the restaurant where we met, Song Zeyou's friends were already waiting at the door.

His old classmate Xu Dongmin has long hair, crumpled clothes, and a pair of dirty sneakers on his feet. He has an obscene aura all over his body, which is in sharp contrast to Song Zeyou's tall and straight.

Xu Dongmin ordered chopped pepper fish head, hot and sour potato shreds, vinegar cabbage and Maoxuewang.

The spicy, spicy, sour and salty food on this table frightened Song Zeyou.

"I'm going to go to the gym later, didn't you say this is a health porridge restaurant?"

Xu Dongmin shouted: "Look at how many restaurants serve light food. Modern people have a heavy taste. If it weren't for the fish head, I really want to order boiled fish. You want light food, the waiter—"

When the waiter came over, Xu Dongmin pointed to the menu book: "Add a bowl of mung bean porridge."

"..."

While waiting for the food, Song Zeyou thought of the job advertisement, took out his mobile phone, flipped to the photo and handed it to Xu Dongmin.

"It was taken at the alley, look, is it nine to five like talking? The chef's working hours can't be arranged like this anyway."

"...Do you think it's still too late for me to practice cooking? I have an annual salary of 10 and travel every month. Now there are tutorials on cooking Baidu. Anyway, the advertisement doesn't say what level of cooking skills must be achieved. You forward it to me , I'll make a call first and ask."

Xu Dongmin took out his mobile phone and started calling the number on it.

Song Zeyou didn't expect his friend to call as soon as he said it, "Don't waste the phone bill, it must be a trick."

Xu Dongmin made a "silence" gesture, and then started talking on the phone with a smile on his face.

"Hello, I saw in the advertisement that you are recruiting chefs. Do you have any more... My surname is Xu..."

Song Zeyou saw Xu Dongmin's expression changed from a smile to a stunned one, and quickly asked, "What do you say?"

"The other party asked me what my last name was."

"Then?"

"I said my surname was Xu, and he hung up the phone."

"Didn't ask anything else, such as height, weight and age?"

Xu Dongmin picked up the boiled water and said sadly: "I never thought that Xu's surname would make him so disgusted. Questions like height, weight and age are only asked by the surname that the boss is interested in."

"..." Song Zeyou laughed, "There are a lot of people in this world who are full. I'll tell you they're just playing tricks."

Xu Dongmin tilted his head, and his small eyes suddenly glowed: "Let me call you on the phone, and I'll call with a different surname. Maybe the boss thinks this surname is very poetic and cultural, so maybe he will hire you?"

"Don't make trouble." Song Zeyou put away the phone, "Your height and weight are not up to standard."

"...That's right, the height is flawed." Xu Dongmin's height is less than 1.7 meters, and every time he goes on a blind date, he dies because of his height. Song, good surname, good surname."

Song Zeyou's heart skipped a beat, and he forced a smile and said, "It doesn't fit everything, but my weight is wrong. I lost a catty. Besides, I don't know anything about cooking, I only know how to eat."

At this time, the food came, and when the fish head with chopped pepper was served, the sky fell, and Xu Dongmin ate it too.

Song Zeyou breathed a sigh of relief.

Because the fish head was too spicy, the bowl of mung bean porridge ended up in Xu Dongmin's stomach.

Xu Dongmin had enjoyed his meal, and then he noticed that Song Zeyou didn't eat much at all, and hurriedly said: "I said what's wrong with you, a big man pays so much attention to his figure, waiter——, bring four bottles of cold beer."

Song Zeyou said: "I don't eat after noon. If you eat like you at night, you will easily get sick."

Xu Dongmin winked suddenly: "You maintain your figure like this because you want to have sex. They say you should never get married when you are at the age of dating!"

Song Zeyou almost swallowed: "What nonsense?"

"Honestly, have you ever had a date?"

"You talk again, I can go."

"You really can't take a joke,... Has your family given you a blind date recently?"

In fact, Song Zeyou still has a few feudal thoughts of the old society in his bones. He thinks that the matter of men and women is extremely important, not to mention the fact that two people have a physical relationship, which is a matter of a lifetime.

Later, I heard that there was still talk about having sex, and I almost scared him to death.

"I'm already unemployed, what kind of blind date is it, I won't go if there is one."

Xu Dongmin shouted: "That's it!"

Song Zeyou copied the girl's phone number at home and asked him to ask him out by himself.

"You didn't add people's WeChat?"

"not yet."

Xu Dongmin almost died of anger: "You are too honest, and your thinking is too old-fashioned. I don't know what to say about you. If you continue like this, you will not be able to marry a wife. Do you want to be a bachelor for the rest of your life?"

"No, not really."

Xu Dongmin sat beside Song Zeyou, "Bring me the phone, and bring that girl's phone, and I'll add it for you. I know you must be slow to act because you don't know how to strike up a conversation."

Song Zeyou felt that Xu Dongmin was telling the truth, he really didn't know how to get along with girls.

Xu Dongmin was an old driver, and soon helped Song Zeyou add the wechat of the blind date.

Coincidentally, the other party passed quickly.

The girl's nickname was Chuchu, and with a cute and charming profile picture, she instantly had a beautiful aura rushing towards her face.

Xu Dongmin screamed strangely: "Brother, you are blessed."

His fingers pressed the message quickly.

[Hi, I'm Song Zeyou, come out and meet me sometime. ]

[I know, take a selfie and send it over to have a look first. ]

[Yes, but if you want to post it, everyone should post it together. I heard that you are very beautiful, is it true? ]

Xu Dongmin wanted to take a photo of Song Zeyou.

"Stop playing, I really don't want to talk about marriage now."

"What are you playing, wait until we have an appointment, you can play if you want. Hehehe..." He couldn't help saying, and gave Song Zeyou a card.

After a long time, the girl's selfie was sent over.

Miss Chuchu is in a scissors-hands pose with a pouty mouth, her skin is white, and her eyes are big and dark.

Xu Dongmin said: "Nowadays, women take selfies for one second and beautiful pictures for two hours. This is fast."

[Wow, beauty, come out and meet me sometime, have you seen my selfie, brother is very handsome and very flattering. ]

[Do you have 180CM? ]

Xu Dongmin turned around and asked Song Zeyou, "What do you mean?"

"She asked me if I was 1.8 meters tall and told her no."

Before Xu Dongmin could return, the woman sent another message.

[Is there 180 square meters? ]

Song Zeyou saw it, shrugged and said, "Tell her that you can't even afford an 80-square-meter commercial house."

Just as Xu Dongmin was about to go back, the woman sent an extremely domineering message, which shocked the two male compatriots to death on the spot.

[There is no 180CM, and there is no 180 square, so is there any 180mm? ]

Xu Dongmin: "..." His eyes subconsciously looked towards Song Zeyou's lower body.

Song Zeyou snatched the phone with a livid face, and instantly blocked Chuchu.