The ruffian is hard to guard

Zhou Bingyi didn't even notice the proper slap in the face.

Not only did Fei Fan not let Zhan Changsong in, he even let out the pug that was kept in the house.

The puppy barked at the ragged and disheveled Zhan Changsong, making a gesture of disgust.

Zhan Changsong squatted by the wall, watching Fei Fan's window smoking one after another, feeling gloomy.

Zhou Bingyi had seen enough of the excitement, and moved to his side with great kindness: "Brother Zhan, how about I ask Fei Yue for you?"

"Why do you have Fei Yue's phone number?"

Zhou Bingyi paused, wondering if he should tell Zhan Changsong that he planned to make love to Fei Yue.

It is bubble, not chasing, there is a difference between the two.

Although Zhou Bingyi is not as famous as Shen Fang, he is not a master with more affection than gold, and he is a proper VIP member of the Appearance Association.If the eyes are closed, the assistant will deliver the precious gift like flowing water to the woman. President Zhou only waits for the SC to open the room, and never spends half his mind on it.

However, Zhou Bingyi did have a bit of a headache when the target was changed to Fei Yue this time. Considering the relationship between Fei Fan and Zhan Changsong, he didn't make a move for a long time.

But Fei Yue's phone number and information were on his desk early in the morning, waiting for the "luck" of President Zhou at any time.

Zhou Bingyi didn't answer Zhan Changsong's question, he took out his mobile phone and dialed Fei Yue's number, and answered it after two rings.

"I'm Zhou Bingyi." The man reported himself.

"Who?" A gentle female voice came from the phone.

The man frowned, and said his name again in a low voice.

"Zhou Bingyi?" The girl's voice dragged on for a long time, sticky and numb the man's ears, the voice on the phone paused, and then asked cautiously, "Mr. Zhou, did you make a wrong call? I don’t know someone named Zhou Bingyi.”

Zhou Bingyi's complexion was suddenly uglier than Zhan Changsong's.

Thinking about where President Zhou goes, he is not surrounded by Yingying and Yanyan. He can't drive away those women with a cold face. He also has a nice face.

Therefore, let alone reject the person Zhou Bingyi likes, which one is not ecstatic and sincerely waiting?

But this woman, Fei Yue, doesn't even remember who she is?I had dinner with her at the same table, and then drove her back home. This kind of treatment was already beyond the standard, but she actually said that she didn't know each other!

Zhou Bingyi lowered his eyes, snorted through his nose, and found the answer.

This woman is playing hard to get.What a great way.

"I'm Zhan Changsong's friend, Zhan Changsong, do you still remember? We are outside your house, can we meet Teacher Fei?"

Seeing that he really got in touch with Fei Yue, Zhan Changsong hurriedly stood up and put his ear to the phone.

Fei Yue let out an "ah", and then seemed to remember: "You are brother Zhan's friend, I remembered, just now... I'm sorry." Then she was a little embarrassed, and said hesitantly, "My brother is not Let brother Zhan come in, and don't let me answer brother Zhan's phone, he seems very angry, did brother Zhan do something to apologize to my brother?"

Zhan Changsong snatched the phone, and expressed a little bit of grievance in a hurry: "No, I swear to the Buddha, Jesus Mary, that I will never do anything wrong to Fei Fan, good sister, please persuade your brother, let me see him On the one hand, why do you want him to vent to me in person?"

Fei Yue hesitated for a while, but finally agreed.

The call came back 2 minutes after the call was hung up, and Zhan Changsong answered it as soon as the ringtone rang.

"Brother Zhan," the voice on the phone faltered, "My brother asked me to bring you a sentence."

"Say." Zhan Changsong straightened his back.

"...Brother Zhan, I'm sorry if my brother told me not to change a single word." The woman took a deep breath and said quickly, "Old dog Zhan, you choose one of the single-plank bridge and Yangguan road, and I'll take the other." one."

The phone was hung up, the sun was setting, and Old Dog Zhan was guillotined.

......

As night falls, the civilian area across the road from the high-rise CBD is extremely lively.

Night markets, food stalls, and chaotic crowds suddenly appear on the narrow streets at a certain moment, converging into human fireworks that make people nostalgic.

Zhan Changsong sat at a low table placed in the open air by the street, sipping his wine in sips.

There was a slight chill in the air at night in early autumn. People put on thin coats, but he was still wearing a loose and invisible T-shirt, keeping himself isolated from the lively crowd.

After another glass of stuffy wine, the phone on the table rang.He quickly grabbed it and saw that it wasn't Fei Fan.

With an extremely disappointed expression on his face, he disconnected the phone dispensably.

"Brother Zhan, Zhou Sen came out of the police station and was released on bail." Zhou Bingyi's voice came out.

Zhan Changsong said coolly "Yeah", "There is someone surnamed Song who walks for him, so he will come out quickly."

"As you expected, even though we have recordings to prove it, Song Zhiwen picked himself up. He didn't admit that he was involved in instigating others to frame you. He just said that he had a little bit of trouble with you and knew you were in trouble. So, I promised Li Chen and the others benefits, and didn't let them issue you a letter of understanding." Zhou Bingyi said on the phone.

Zhan Changsong squeezed a edamame into his mouth, his expression was still gloomy, and he replied weakly: "The old man is the most shrewd. He must have coaxed Zhou Sen to take all his crimes with the promise of benefits, so that he can get away with it."

"What shall we do next?" Zhou Bingyi asked.

Zhan Changsong leaned back on his chair, looked at the lively crowd around him and sighed, "Next, I have to chase Teacher Fei back."

Tsk, Zhou Bingyi was extremely helpless.In his eyes, Zhan Changsong is a person who has no pursuits and doesn't care much about anything.Don't look at him who has always been fussy, has a small belly, and can jump around and scold mothers for a dime, but he can donate 800 million yuan without hitting a single one.

It turned out that when he was still in that dilapidated small county, his stomach was sometimes not full, so where did he get the money to study?Several times he wanted to drop out of school, and Zhan Changsong kicked him into school several times.

Sometimes he quarreled with others in the dark, just for the profit of tens of dollars, but that night he would put teaching materials worth hundreds of dollars on his desk, and while smoking, he said: "Fuck, I read those Parents are grabbing this book, I don’t know what I’m grabbing, so I get a set back, you see if you can use it, and if you don’t need it, learn it for me, anyway, it’s all knowledge, and learning is not learning.”

He has no car, no house, no savings, but he was once a multi-millionaire.

He has nothing to like and nothing to dislike, and lives carelessly, as if he has no desires or desires.

Many of the students he sponsored have achieved successful careers and made their mark in all walks of life, but he never needs to give back, and he is not enthusiastic about anyone, or even contacted.If it weren't for the difficult situation in the bar last time, he might never have contacted himself.

Sometimes, Zhou Bingyi felt that Zhan Changsong was just dawdling, and it seemed like a routine to complete a process.

But now, this person suddenly came alive, began to have extravagant demands and hopes, and began to have someone who cared.

Fei Fan, it was he who made Zhan Changsong's life enjoyable and hopeful.

Zhou Bingyi restrained his thoughts, and asked again: "Do you really want to let Song Zhiwen go?"

He heard a chuckle, and the drunk man asked, "Does your company plan to invest in the real estate industry? Are you looking for a partner?"

The man's casual voice came: "I'll go through the back door, I want this project."