contract relationship

Fan Shuojing closed the door of the lounge, loosened her belt, and let out a breath of relief.

The dress was ordered half a year ago, got it three months ago, and has been hanging in the closet since then.Fan Shuojing didn't realize that her waist was a little tight until she had to wear it today.

I don't know when I got a little fatter, and the original tailoring size was not suitable.

It can be worn, and it doesn't look abnormal, but the feeling of the person in the clothes is very obvious, and the breathing is not the same as usual.

Fan Shuojing was very surprised.

For several years, she has been thinner, even to the skinny state for a while.After being fed for a long time, being chased by Luan Man and Huihui for five meals a day, she managed to maintain her current body shape.

But it's also hard to maintain. Eating disorders have a huge impact on the body, and the energy intake is too little.Daily work is also very heavy, long-term insomnia, consumption is greater than ordinary people, and weight will drop if you don't pay attention.

Fan Shuojing thought that she would be in this state for the rest of her life, and the best thing was, if it was bad, she would return to the skinny state she used to be.

Fortunately, she is not short of money, and the ready-made clothes do not fit well, and can be customized, relying on designer tailoring to cover up the fact that she is too thin.

But I didn't expect that she would gain weight one day.

Probably for food...

Fan Shuojing poured the tea and didn't drink from the cup. Thinking of An Tong's feeding first, she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

It's a good thing for two people to be fat together.

Just as he was thinking, Mo Zhouli called, saying that the car that picked up Fan Yue had arrived and was parking in the parking lot.

Before the phone was hung up, the door of the lounge opened and an old lady in her sixties came in.

The old lady's face is fairly smooth, there are no wrinkles around her eyes, her skin is very fair, with a watery texture, and there are not many spots.It's just that the corners of the mouth are drooping, and the nasolabial folds are very deep, which is not a kind face.

Her hair is already grey, and she has delicate curls. She wears a light gray woolen beret, which is very fashionable.

The dress is also very particular, the whole body is private and high-definition, which is a fit that cannot be achieved by ready-to-wear on the market, and the stitching of every position is very meticulous.A complete set of emerald jewelry, full of water, is of good quality.

The old lady entered the door with a straight face, rolled her eyes a few times, and looked around.

Fan Shuojing's smile disappeared immediately, and the corner of her mouth turned into an expressionless ice cube.She fastened her belt, called Mo Zhouli on the phone to make arrangements, then walked a few steps towards the door, and called out respectfully to the old lady.

"mom."

Before the words were finished, another person came in, it was Fan Shuojing's ignorant uncle.

The nerves on Fan Shuojing's forehead began to jump, and she greeted her uncle while enduring the discomfort, and asked, "When did you arrive?"

Not wanting to chat with these two people, Fan Shuojing changed the subject without waiting for a response, and said directly: "Have you had dinner? There is a cold meal outside. I'll ask someone to bring some in."

Uncle stopped Fan Shuojing and slammed his butt on the sofa.He put his arms on the back of the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked up at Fan Shuojing through his nostrils: "Hurry up and hurry up, there is only cold food?"

Fan Shuojing said coldly: "I invited Domini's pastry chef, try to see if you can still eat after leaving the hall—"

"How do you talk to your uncle?" The old lady interrupted, "No respect for elders! Is that how I taught you?"

Fan Shuojing swallowed the rest of the words.

The old lady said again: "Your uncle's stomach is not good. The doctor said not to be cold. After all these years, you don't know?"

Fan Shuojing took a deep breath: "What do you want to eat?"

With someone backing him up, the uncle put on a majestic look in front of Fan Shuojing, triumphantly: "I don't even think about what to eat, just look at it and get something."

No matter what kind of food you prepare, you can always pick out the faults, and you will never be happy.

Originally, it was just to find fault, so the uncle followed the old lady here, just to find fault.

Fan Shuojing looked for her address book with her mobile phone, and said, "Then I'll ask you to plan today's meal. Tell him what you want to eat."

Uncle shivered and refused repeatedly.

People who specialize in high-end meal planning have some connections in the catering industry, especially the team invited by Fan Shuojing, whose status will not be low.

It's not that the people in this team are good at cooking food, but that they hold most of the resources in the catering industry and communicate with many famous chefs.

If you offend them, you will be blacklisted.

My uncle once quarreled with the planner, invited someone to dinner the next day, and was turned away by seven restaurants in a row. He didn't have lunch until ten o'clock in the evening, and he lost an adult.

There is also a Michelin restaurant that has been in line for half a year. After changing into a formal dress, I was told that the restaurant was refurbished and I didn't eat.

For a person like my uncle who has no serious business and idles around all day, eating, drinking, and having fun, this is simply torture.

That time, it was Fan Shuojing who came forward to make an apology and signed a five-year exclusive planning contract before releasing her uncle from the blacklist.

After that, my uncle didn't dare to quarrel with the meal planner when he quarreled with anyone.

Fan Shuojing moved out as a planner, and his uncle frightened him immediately.

The old lady was dissatisfied: "Can't you arrange it yourself? This is your uncle, the only uncle. What else can you do before your family?"

Fan Shuojing's dialing hand paused slightly, looked up at the old lady, and said word by word: "Fan Yue."

There was silence in the living room.

The old lady didn't react, and the uncle was also stunned by the name, his feet stopped shaking, and he stared at Fan Shuojing in disbelief.

Fan Shuojing added: "Your son. He's here. Should I pick him up now, or prepare dinner for my dear and only uncle?"

The old lady's eyes started to turn red, her lips trembled, and she finally looked old-fashioned: "Are you serious? Yueer came out? He's here? I, can I see him?"

The uncle came back to his senses, curled his lips and murmured: "You're fooling people, Xiao Yue is like that, how can he see people with that face? How could he—"

The old lady stomped her feet: "Shut up! Eat cold food and shut your mouth, don't talk about my Yueer like that! How is he? He's fine! My Yueer is going to be healed, if you dare to let him hear that I can't finish talking to you!"

The old lady chased after her uncle with a hammer.

Fan Shuojing watched coldly.

The combined age of those two people is more than a century. They look glamorous, but in fact the insides are all tattered, and they are out of breath when they move.

Fan Shuojing saw that it was almost done, and said that she was going to pick up someone.

The old lady stopped immediately, and followed Fan Shuojing regardless of whether her uncle ate cold food or not.

On the way to the parking lot, the old lady babbled, talking to herself for a while about the bitterness of so many years, and then chased Fan Shuojing for details.

Such as how to persuade Fan Yue, who will pick him up, why Fan Shuojing didn't go in person, how is Fan Yue doing recently, and whether he will be tired by car.

At the end, the old lady muttered: "This is a good opportunity... Yueer is here, let him show his face at the meeting last year! Just come back to work, today is the best opportunity. Speech, yes, there must be a speech. Ah Jing, ask someone to come up with a word, it’s better, you must—”

Fan Shuojing pressed the elevator floor button so hard that her knuckles turned white.

After calming down for a moment, Fan Shuojing pressed down on the second floor.

The old lady was still thinking: "If I go to work—"

Fan Shuojing asked back, "You want him to die?"

The tone is flat, and the voice is unusually calm.

Fan Shuojing pointed to the elevator display screen: "On the second floor, he can't even stay in the parking lot on the ground. today?"

The old lady argued: "What are you talking about? How could I harm my child! I just want everyone to see him."

"He doesn't want to be seen! Why did he shut himself up for ten years?"

Fan Shuojing had a headache to the limit, and the pictures from ten years ago flashed back frequently before her eyes, frame by frame.

He smelled the fishy smell again, and the blood and brain mixed together and got into the nasal cavity.

The hot and humid touch was on the face, and sticky liquid tissue slid down from the forehead and flowed through the eyes, making the eyes sore and painful.

With heavy eyelids, Fan Shuojing covered her face very hard, barely opening a gap.

The elevator door opened, facing the empty and dark underground parking lot, the lights were dim, all the lights were broken, and kept flickering.

The vision is also blurred, and I can't see anything clearly.

The world is red and in pieces.

Fan Shuojing bumped into the elevator wall, gouged her eyes, her voice was muffled in her throat.

She fell silently, only her fingers were exerting force, and she completely returned to the rainy night ten years ago.

In the next second, Fan Shuojing's fingers were ripped apart.

Someone rushed in from outside, straddled her lap, and held her hand tightly.

Fan Shuojing's consciousness was sluggish, her sight hadn't recovered, and she could only see a shaking shadow when she looked up.

A very familiar silhouette, with a few strands of fried hair floating up, reflecting the elevator lights, with a furry circle.

Fan Shuojing spoke with difficulty: "An Tong..."

An Tong replied: "It's me, it's me, it's okay, I'm here!"

An Tong kissed Fan Shuojing's fingers, leaned over and kissed Fan Shuojing's eyes, and gently licked the red marks on the browbones and eyelids: "Kissing doesn't hurt anymore."

An Tong gently sucked on Fan Shuojing's eyeballs, and pressed Fan Shuojing's head to his chest: "Don't do this again. This is my precious eyeball, you can't hurt it. Well, it's all over. It's all good Woke up."

Patting Fan Shuojing on the back, An Tong and Fan Shuojing sat in the elevator and did not get up for a long time.

There is an old lady in the elevator car.

Opposite is Fan Yue in a wheelchair.

No one spoke.

When the elevator door closed, it opened when it touched An Tong's foot, which woke everyone up.

Fan Shuojing was half asleep and half awake in the nightmare: "I don't want to see Fan Yue."

An Tong nodded: "Then we won't see you! Tell him to go back—Fan Yue, please, go back wherever you came from, and don't be an eyesore."

Fan Shuojing seemed to be more awake, and finally raised her head and looked at the old lady: "I don't want to see you either. You can go back."

An Tong chimed in, and bit the bullet to agree: "Yes, you go back—you see that your hair is messed up, go back and tidy it up?"

After speaking, the old lady glared at her.

An Tong went to pull Fan Shuojing: "Forget it. Leave them alone, let's go, I'll take you to play."

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The author has something to say: Happy Valentine's Day!

Wake up and go out for the holidays, so it won't change during the day.See you tomorrow

Thanks to the landmine of Shaomai (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～