REMIX

The result of indiscriminate dedication can be imagined.

"Baby, who are those friends you invited here!!"

I just finished class on the weekend evening. I was so hungry that my eyes stared like gold stars. I was floating in the sea of ​​people eating in the cafeteria. I was holding the Oxford dictionary and grammar book that made me feel safe when I looked at it in one hand, and the food overflowing from the edge of the plate in the other hand. .

Xia Juna's terrified voice, as if being hunted down, still came out of the receiver without a single punctuation mark: "My God, Xia Xi, how many times have I told you that I didn't listen? It was a mistake to let you work in a bar. Don't hang out with the shitty people in society you know it's dangerous now tell me what these special forces muscular guys do—"

After I finished speaking, I took a breath for her.

She may have secretly called me from the toilet or some other small and airtight place, behind her back, her voice was low and fast, but I was surrounded by noisy students, so I had to walk away from the line , went to a quieter place, and asked her with a smile: "Mom, have they cleaned up for you?"

"Are these..."

As if to echo this sentence, I heard someone shouting to her from a place farther away from Xia Du, "Sister! It's all over! Tell me anything else!"

I can already imagine that group of hot-blooded men sweating profusely.Even if I have witnessed them chasing Korean dramas with snot and tears holding a tissue box, the tenderness of the tough man does not prevent them from exerting their spare heat in the workplace.

Speaking of "work", I remembered that I had asked Gong Junye in a subtle way, what exactly do you do?

Originally, it would not be so serious to ask about work, and I am his boyfriend, so there is nothing to ask, but considering the particularity of his job, and the relationship between the two of them stayed at a relatively shallow level at the beginning of the relationship, it is difficult to dig. If it is too deep, it will be a bit over the line, so I have been suppressing my curiosity.

As a result, as time went by, when the fire arrived, my attachment was relaxed. On a certain afternoon when I was in the kitchen making milk tea, I tapped the glass pot with a long spoon in my hand and asked him, what are you doing? or something.

It was raining heavily that day, and transparent water marks were scratched on the floor-to-ceiling windows. The room was warm and dry. He sat cross-legged on the carpet, hugged the computer and stared at a stock for every second until he almost fell asleep. There was no abnormal reaction, and he raised his eyebrows and said, doing something bad.

How bad is it?

The worst you can think of?

I was speechless for a moment, not knowing where to think, so I looked at him for help, and got a teasing smile.

He said, just kidding.

So I told Xia Jie, that Gong Junye is really not a bad person.

He was the bad guy who was especially nice to me.

It is not as easy as I take it for granted to buy a store from someone like we did when we moved.Xia Jie has to be alone in charge of site inspection, selection of storefronts, price negotiations, as well as post-decoration and publicity, such as registering and advertising on the now popular mobile phone group buying websites, and she has to do everything by herself.

And by the time I got home from a day when I didn't have classes, I found that all the things I couldn't help were more than half done.

Following the address Xia Jie gave me in advance, I changed to a bus, walked along the road, and found a new shop little by little.It is located on a pedestrian street close to the downtown area. The building is not fashionable and beautiful. Fortunately, the transportation is convenient and the flow of people is large. The short two-storey buildings are arranged together with different heights, and the outer walls and eaves are different shades of brown. , it looks quite a bit old-fashioned and charming, and it is decorated in the popular old metal or retro style. There should be many young people like me who will buy it.

I stepped through the wood scraps everywhere and walked in the door. I smelled a pungent plastic smell, fanned my face with the hand that didn't have a bag, and called her, "Mom, I'm back."

"Hey!"

Xia Jie agreed, and ran out of the small door behind the counter wearing an old T-shirt of mine, looking cool with short sleeves and shorts.At the beginning of June, it was the threshold of summer, and the temperature would make you sweat after a little activity. She tied her hair into a high ponytail, and there was a layer of shiny sweat on her forehead. !"

"So fast." I asked her, "Is there anyone else helping you?"

I thought she would go to find He Gu. After all, the image of Mr. He is free labor at first glance, a good helper for killing people while traveling at home, but the voice from the cubicle is clearly not him.

"I."

The person holding two empty cardboard boxes and stacking them in the corner was Zhou Jingyang.

I was surprised at first, and then I felt an indescribable unease, as if I found something wrong, but I couldn't produce any evidence to prove my conjecture out of thin air.

"Uh……"

The tall man hangs his hands down, the hem of his white shirt is ripped out from the waistband of his trousers, and the cuffs are rolled up high, which destroys its proper sense of dignity. There is no way to explain the pitiful appearance of his mouth gaping, and the movement of pushing his glasses is extremely Redundant, and his look was unmistakable.

"I'm here to help."

I bowed to him, "Please, Uncle Zhou."

"You're welcome." He nodded, with a pun, "It should."

I blinked.

Then he walked towards the pile of unfurnished tables and chairs in the back room without any complaints, and Xia Jie said unknowingly behind him, "Hey, he is much more reliable than those rough old men who almost gave me the coffee machine." Damn it, if they are all like Lao Zhou, to be honest, my view of a powerful group like them will change a bit..."

"What the hell is a powerful group, mom."

"Don't just stand there stupidly, come and frame the picture!"

"Just come and come."

After running all afternoon, I was very thirsty. I just caught a glimpse of a shelf on the wall that was temporarily used as a table. On it was a bottle of mineral water that I drank a few sips. While drinking, I heard someone come up behind me, grabbed me and said, "Master is in the city center hospital."

Zhou Jingyang’s words made me spit out water in shock, my heart was beating wildly, and I almost crushed the bottle without paying attention, “Hospital? What’s wrong with him?”

"Slow down, listen to me. The young master is fine." As if expecting this kind of reaction from me, Zhou Jingyang thoughtfully took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to me to wipe my mouth, while saying unhurriedly, "It's him My friend, Mr. Si Jun had a car accident."

"Si Jun?"

I turned my head to see if Xia Du had come out of the room, and asked him in a low voice, "Does it have anything to do with him?"

"There is." He answered concisely and with some reservations, "If you want to find him, go directly to the hospital. I'll bring it with you."

I tightened the water bottle and put it back in place, then smiled at him, "Thank you, Uncle Zhou."

I saw that he was going to leave after finishing speaking, and I kept water in my mouth for a long time, and finally asked him.

"Are you really here to help?"

When his back stopped, a righteous red color appeared on his slightly profiled face.

"Of course."

I swept the floor in a general way.

The author has something to say: [Thank you, babies, for throwing mine into me!Bart!I didn't sign a contract, so I wish I could see it, please don't waste money XDD! 】