The ruffian is hard to guard

"What does he mean? The proprietress? Who is the proprietress?" Zhan Changsong turned around and asked Wang Jiashi, and then realized later, "You? He was talking about you?"

Wang Jiashi's face was a little rosy, and she replied shyly: "Teacher Fei must have misunderstood."

"However," she looked at several boxes of beer again, "Teacher Fei is a little bit too tempered, and I don't know how to control my temper when I work in our store."

"In our store?" Zhan Changsong raised half of his eyebrows, "Working?"

He clicked his tongue, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and took a puff before he spoke slowly: "First of all, this is my store, not ours, you said you always appear in my store now , if people misunderstand me, how can I find a partner?"

"Furthermore, Mr. Fei is not a part-time worker in my store. He is here to help. When I have something to do occasionally, it all depends on him to help me take care of the inside and outside of the supermarket, so he is a kind person who is happy to help others." .”

"But you just..." Wang Jiashi's red face retreated completely, with a little embarrassment and panic in her expression.

"I insulted him because I was joking with him." Zhan Changsong's face was three feet thick, "He scolded me to tease me."

"Tsk, you don't understand." He knocked on the cigarette ash, "But I'm the only one who can kill him, not others. I'm even pointing out that I'm spending money at Teacher Fei's house."

"I can also cook for you, I'm very good at cooking." Wang Jiashi took a sudden step forward and plunged into Zhan Changsong's arms, "Brother Zhan, just try to get along with me, I will treat you very well very good."

Zhan Changsong was thrown by the woman, and his instinctive reaction was to back away, but there was a gate behind him, and there was really no way to retreat.

He hastily raised his hands to avoid too much physical contact with the woman, then he twisted his body and escaped from her embrace.

"Speak as you speak, don't touch your hands, okay?"

There was fear in his heart, and he couldn't help but took a few steps back: "I said we can't make it, why don't you believe it. Even if I am not your sponsor, you are just a girl in my eyes. We really love each other Can't talk to someone."

"Just my sister?" Wang Jiashi asked bitterly.

Zhan Changsong turned his eyes away and nodded: "It's just my sister."

The woman smiled lightly and shook her head mockingly: "Brother Zhan, I've loved you for seven years, but I'm just a younger sister in the end." She raised her head, the emotion in her eyes was still strong, but her words were decisive, "Okay, I won't bother you anymore, I will leave here and only be your sister in the future."

"But before I leave, can you have a good meal with me? We haven't seen each other for five years. Even brothers and sisters, it's time to catch up."

Zhan Changsong was quite pleased to hear this, and nodded in response: "Okay, I invite you."

.......

The next day, Zhan Changsong invited Wang Jiashi to dinner.

The restaurant I chose is quite big, Wangxianglou in the town, a place that specializes in Sichuan cuisine.

Two cold and two hot, the price is not cheap, Zhan Changsong feels distressed, and has no good looks towards the waiter.

"Your dishes are too small, and the 'four specialty dishes' on the opposite side are much more affordable than yours."

"Brother Zhan," Wang Jiashi raised his glass and smiled to appease Zhan Changsong, "Let's have a drink."

"My mother has kept this wine for many years. She knew that I came to see you, so she asked me to bring it to you."

Zhan Changsong let the waiter go, raised his glass and only took a sip. He knew that he couldn't drink well and didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of women.

But Wang Jiashi couldn't help toasting frequently, reminiscing about the past and imagining the future, respecting the sky and respecting the love she lost, even a rainy day five years ago that made her think of spring. Sighing and sighing, his teeth were sour, and he could only keep pouring wine into his mouth.

Finally got drunk.

The head is dizzy, the feet are unstable, and it is no different from the previous drunk state.

However, there was still a heat wave gradually rising in his body, which made him feel restless and upset.

He tugged at his collar, looked up at the rotating electric fan in the hotel, and felt that the wind was blown over after rolling around in the fire.

Covering the mouth of the cup with his big hand, Zhan Changsong blocked Wang Jiashi who was about to pour the wine: "I can't drink any more, and I'll drink more."

Wang Jiashi took a closer look at his drunken state, then nodded with a smile: "Okay, that's it for today, and I have to catch the afternoon bus later."

She picked up the purse and said, "Brother Zhan, I have a lot of things and I put them in the dormitory. Could you please send them to the station for me?"

Zhan Changsong also stood up unsteadily, hiccupped, and waved: "Let's go."

He felt hot, pulled the collar of his clothes while walking, cursed and complained about the weather.

As soon as he went out, he staggered and bumped into someone.

"Brother Zhan." Wang Jiashi hurried over to help him, putting a bracelet around Zhan Changsong's waist.

"Little Fei!" Zhan Changsong's voice suddenly rose, unable to hide his surprise. He looked at Fei Fan who collided with him, and his face became bright, "Why are you here?"

Fei Fan took a step back, looked at the arms around Zhan Changsong's waist and lowered his eyes: "Come buy books."

"Oh," the man looked at Fei Fan, who was holding a book and lowered his eyebrows, and wanted to bully him, "I don't want to fool my son, plan to continue studying?"

"Fart." Fei Fan scolded, turned and left.

But Zhan Changsong had long arms and legs, and grabbed him back: "I'm drunk, help me back."

"No."

"Brother Zhan."

Fei Fan and Wang Jiashi spoke at the same time, the woman tightened her arms, her body was almost pressed against Zhan Changsong's body, "Brother Zhan, aren't you going to send me off?"

Zhan Changsong clicked his tongue and felt that the heat in his body was getting worse. He pulled the woman's arm away rudely: "I'm drunk today, I'm afraid I won't be able to see you off, I'll call you a taxi, you can go to the station by yourself , give me a call when you get home, and tell me you're safe."

Not reconciled, the woman bit her lip but had no choice but to watch Zhan Changsong stop a tricycle and be pushed into it by him.

In the car, she watched Zhan Changsong pounce on the reluctant Fei Fan, he put his arms around him, his muscular body embraced the young man from behind, let out his strength softly on him, tilted his head and grinningly wrangled with him.

She closed her eyes and leaned against the back weakly. When she opened her eyes again, there was still stubbornness in her eyes.

"Let go!" Fei Fan shrugged, "You're strangling me so hard I can hardly breathe."

Zhan Changsong's strong arms hugged his shoulders tightly from behind, and his chin rested on his shoulders. When talking to him, it seemed as if he could swallow his ears with one mouthful.

"You are so delicate, open the door quickly, I'm exhausted from the whole journey."

"Zhan Changsong, are you sorry?" Fei Fan rolled his eyes in anger.Along the way, the old dog Zhan just lay on his back like this, exhausting all his strength, and let him drag him home with his straps.