contract relationship

An Tong followed Fan Shuojing step by step, all the way to the front of the car, like a small tail, causing everyone who passed by after get off work to peek sideways.

Fan Shuojing took a deep breath and turned around: "Why are you following me?"

"Nothing." An Tong stared straight at Fan Shuojing, "I have nothing to do."

"Then go play and... eat delicious food."

An Tong blinked, but still stared at Fan Shuojing.

Fan Shuojing conceded defeat, picked up her mobile phone, looked down at her address book, and said to An Tong, "I'll make an appointment for you at a Michelin-starred restaurant, and now you can do something happy and interesting."

An Tong walked away happily, thinking as he walked through the long passage of the subway station, Mr. Fan has a secret.

The kind of secret that cannot be known.

So get rid of others and do it yourself sneakily.

An Tong ate a meal that wasn't very tasty, and he wasn't full yet.After leaving the restaurant, I wandered around, walked to the place where I used to learn the piano, stood in front of the door and looked at it for a while.

A very old-fashioned art class. When An Tong took his friends to play wildly here, it was still an old and run-down front room.

It was later demolished and rebuilt, and the narrow and congested alleys became an art business district.The training class is still here, and the teacher's signature photo is printed on the glass curtain wall.

I haven't seen the teacher for almost ten years.

The last time we met was An Tong making trouble. The old lady was furious and grabbed An Tong and beat her palm with a ruler.

It happened that An Changsheng was free to pick An Tong home. He saw An Tong being beaten outside, and rushed in to hug An Tong back.

At that time, An Changsheng had a big fight with the old lady. No matter how the old lady accused An Tong, An Changsheng said: "You can't beat my child."

The old lady was so angry that she almost fainted. She pointed at An Tong and shook for a long time, but she didn't say a word, being blocked by An Changsheng.

He has been a teacher all his life, and he has been imbued with elegant models in the art circle. He even speaks in a slow voice. He never expected to meet an upstart like An Changsheng.

Being arrogant and unreasonable, and relying on a few stinky money to make a big deal, it's extremely ugly.

The old lady told An Changsheng to go out, but couldn't even say the word "get out".

An Changsheng spat, saying that he was not willing to let An Tong stay longer in this kind of corporal punishment of children.

An Tong hid in An Changsheng's arms, making faces at the old lady.

All these years have passed.

There was a little boy in front of him looking up at the adults beside him, and said in a childlike voice, "I was praised today! Can I ask for a reward?"

An Tong turned and left without continuing to listen.

It's winter, it's really cold.

I'm hungry too, and I'd rather have a warm meal than think about anything.

An Tong ate beef noodles outside again, and weighed for three seconds between "eating a lot will make you fat and exercise" and "being cold also consumes calories, maybe you should lose weight", and called a taxi for three seconds.

Back at Fan Shuojing's house, An Tong rolled on the carpet first, lying on his stomach comfortably, rubbing his cheeks against the long fur back and forth.

Just feeling comfortable, there is the sound of the door opening.

An Tong got up, put on a professional welcome smirk, her voice was sweet and high-pitched, and she squeezed her throat with a positive and cheerful look: "Mr. Fan..."

"Ah Jing, are you..."

The two voices interlaced, and the person who entered the door stopped.

An Tong also swallowed the second half of the sentence, knelt on the carpet and stretched his head, maintaining a precarious balance.

It's Luan Man.

Are Luan Man and Fan Shuojing so close?Even the door lock code is known!

But think about it again, after all, it is someone who has been rumored and has stone hammer evidence. What kind of clothes are the same, and they go in and out at night, etc., their private lives are completely mixed up.

If you can't even enter a house, then you are too sorry for those scandals.

Luan Man was more surprised than An Tong.

"An Miss An, why are you here?"

"My name is An Tong."

An Tong got up from the carpet, but couldn't find the slippers in a hurry, and turned around half a circle before realizing that he didn't bring out the slippers when he entered the door.

Luan Man greeted An Tong, took off her coat and hung it up, then bent down to take a pair of house shoes from the shoe cabinet.

An Tong watched her series of actions, his eyes straightened, and he silently swallowed with emotion.

The difference between a celebrity and an amateur is too great. Luan Man can perform such daily movements, and even the curve of her hair is beautiful.

Just as she was fascinated, Luan Man put down her bag and came in. The previous surprise disappeared, and she returned to her normal state, smiling and very gentle.

"Where's Fan Shuojing?"

An Tong pointed to the door: "Go out."

Luan Man raised her eyebrows lightly, expressing surprise at the answer.

An Tong pondered what was wrong, and changed his words: "I left the company and haven't come back yet."

Luan Man sat down cross-legged on the sofa, hugging a pillow and leaning against a lumbar pillow, looking very natural.

Sure enough, Fan Shuojing knew her very well.They must often sit and chat like this, and maybe drink beer with some snacks...

Oh no, Mr. Fan's wine, I'm afraid he doesn't usually touch alcohol.

have a bee in one's bonnet.

"Why didn't you go with her?"

An Tong shrugged helplessly, returned to sit on the carpet, imitated Luan Man's posture and crossed her legs: "She won't let me."

Luan Man smiled, and asked again: "Did she tell you what to do?"

An Tong shook his head, feeling that being interrogated was too passive, so he asked back: "Do you want me to call her?"

Luan Man refused: "No need. I'm fine, I just came to play with her."

Ah...too much talk.

According to the relationship between Luan Man and Fan Shuojing, if there is something to do, she will call by herself. There is no need for An Tong to be the messenger in the middle.

Thinking of this, An Tong obediently shut up and grabbed the long hair of the carpet.

Luan Man didn't make a sound, got up and found the remote control of the projector, and returned to the sofa, still hugging the square pillow.

What was shown was a documentary about the history of Chinese clothing in the past dynasties.The commentator was a middle-aged male voice, with a flat tone, and introduced a button for 3 minutes without emotion.

An Tong was drowsy after hearing this, slowly tilted down, and lay on the carpet again.

"Is it boring?"

An Tong woke up with a start, got up on all fours, and looked at Luan Man blankly.

Luan Man repeated: "Don't young people like watching these anymore?"

An Tong suppressed a yawn, covered his mouth with his fingers, shook his head and said, "I don't know."

An Tong said sincerely: "I don't like watching it. I don't know if others like it or not."

"What do you like?"

"cartoon."

Luan Man laughed out loud, "You're really a child. Are you an adult yet?"

An Tong's spirit froze, he shivered all over, staring at the curtain motionless: "Of course I'm an adult. Do I look small?"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and looked at Luan Man.

Luan Man nodded: "Like a middle school student."

An Tong narrowed his eyes and proudly boasted: "A very deceptive face! It's very convenient to go out, give up your seat on the subway, accept small toys in the restaurant, all treat me as an underage."

The topic went off the rails completely, Luan Man asked An Tong which restaurant gave away small toys, and the topic changed to eating.

This is what An Tong is best at.

An Tong was like a treasured number of treasures, and recommended more than a dozen restaurants to Luan Man, from luxurious hotels requiring dress code to mobile stalls on the roadside, and he spoke vividly.

Sucking saliva while talking.

Luan Man sighed: "It's a pity that I can't eat. I have to control my body, otherwise it won't look good on camera."

An Tong sincerely sympathized with Luan Man.It's too miserable not to be able to enjoy the food, and the action of taking off your shoes is not attractive no matter how beautiful it is.

Luan Man changed the subject: "But you can take Fan Shuojing to try those restaurants. Ask her to pay, and you can just eat."

An Tong clapped his hands: "That's right! Several restaurants don't make reservations for me. If it's Mr. Fan, it will definitely work."

Luan Man's smile deepened, she moved towards An Tong, and lowered her voice to suggest to An Tong: "How about tonight? Right now, let's have a supper and eat the Han Sili you just mentioned .”

An Tong moved his index finger and began to swallow again.

Three seconds later, she returned to her senses, and An Tong waved her hand to deny the proposal: "No way, Mr. Fan won't let me follow her, there must be something to do. And I don't know where she is."

"She has nothing to do. She must be in a daze now. You could still be with her in the past. She doesn't need to be alone."

one person……?

Where and what scene?

Alone, alone.

Do you mean lonely?Or lonely?

An Tong was shaken.

"I know where she is, and I'll take you there."

Luan Man lowered the last chip: "Aren't you curious?"

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