[Comprehensive] Bewitching life

Tang Jiaming's most frequent place was the bar, and Fang Zhihao also went to the bar to talk to him.This is the bar he goes to most often. It is said that he and the proprietress are "friends". As far as Fang Zhihao knows, Tang Jiaming's "friends" are not one thousand, but eight hundred.

Sometimes Fang Zhihao wondered if Tang Jiaming would remember what his "friends" looked like.

But he wasn't discussing this with him, so of course the topic wouldn't be how many dozen of his confidante he had.

"Do you know?" Tang Jiaming threw a peanut into his mouth, his movements were still unrestrained: "I quite enjoy the current state, I think I should have the right to be arrogant."

Fang Zhihao smiled and patted his old friend on the shoulder: "If we cooperate to sue Lai Decong successfully, I will be the one who has the right to be arrogant."

"Hey, you should have thought about it when you approached me. You can't afford the money, and it's not that I'm famous."

Tang Jiaming's attitude seemed a bit arrogant: "Why do you think I should think about it?"

Fang Zhihao still said the same sentence: "Because I know you. You usually talk about money in everything, but I know you also want to do something you should do." After a pause, he added: " Just like Eva."

"Why did you mention her?" Tang Jiaming was puzzled.

"She also believes that you will promise us." Fang Zhihao expressed his attitude on behalf of Zhou Yifei.

Touching the corner of the mouth, the cotton swab seems to be still on it, and the special aroma lingers on the tip of the nose.

After thinking so much, Tang Jiaming didn't show any superfluous expression on his face.

"She's different from me," he unknowingly changed the topic: "The clients she knew before were all big conglomerates. If she hadn't gone to do some prosecution for no reason, she would have earned a lot of money when she was our age. The money is several times more than mine."

Even now, because of Zhou Yifei's reputation as a novelist and screenwriter, certain investment moves will be published by the gossip tabloids.

It's unbelievable to say that, excluding the savings, the money she earns now will only be more or less than what Tang Jiaming is earning now.

"I don't know so many financial backers. Lai Decong is one of the bigger ones, and he introduced a lot of clients to me. You can help me think about it. If I help Lai Decong in the lawsuit, even if he loses, he won't blame me. The introduced customers will not disappear. But if I help you, the customers will run away-if you were me, how would you decide?"

Fang Zhihao smiled gently, took a sip of wine, looked a little determined, and sat firmly on Mount Tai.

"You don't need to answer me now, or there are some reasons worth considering besides money."

Tang Jiaming didn't refute him anymore, but rested his chin, as if thinking about what other reasons were more important than money.

Soon, this reason appeared. It was not something he thought of, but it was given to him by God.

That day was the same as usual, he originally planned to take his girlfriend home, but Zhou Yifei suddenly called him and said that Bu Jiawen, her daughter, the little guy who said she would give him cookies last time, really did. up cookies.

Tang Jiaming had no choice but to make an appointment with Zhou Yifei on the phone to pick it up at her house in the evening.

The house Zhou Yifei lives in is rented, and the space is considered a relatively large private apartment. The decoration style is quite sexual and cold, with various black and white simple styles.There are no flowers and plants, no photo frames, it is almost deserted.If it hadn't been confirmed by the intercom at the door, the house number was correct, and the person was correct, Tang Jiaming almost thought she was staying in a hotel.

"Actually, you can send it to me, or simply eat it yourself, anyway, your daughter won't know."

He asked for a meeting on the phone, and said he would deliver it to his home. Tang Jiaming was a gentleman after all, so he had to come and get it.

As a result, his plan to go home with his girlfriend, of course, fell through.

Zhou Yifei, who had just returned from playing with her daughter for a few hours at Bu Guodong's house, was also very helpless: "The courier has to wait until tomorrow, and the fastest will be the day after tomorrow. If it is slow, it will take several days. The biscuits are baked by us. I won’t be able to eat it in a few days. And I promised Wenwen that I must hand it over to you, so I won’t break my promise, and I don’t want to be a mum who doesn’t keep her word.”

Tang Jiaming curled his lips when he heard this, sometimes he really couldn't understand the meaning of Zhou Yifei's insistence.

But it's true, anyway, he doesn't know what a good mother is like. She probably did this to set a good example for her daughter?

It's boring, people will grow up sooner or later, and when they grow up, they will learn that what they learned in childhood is completely opposite to the adult world.

But after thinking about it, he would also miss the days in the orphanage, and the good things are indeed worth aftertaste.

"I got the biscuit." He raised the star-shaped biscuit box in his hand, with a ribbon on it, and a bow tie that is not very good-looking but very interesting: "I promise to eat it, can I go? Isn't it still Do you want me to write a few thousand words of aftertaste?"

Zhou Yifei smiled: "No, but I have already given Wenwen your e-mail address, I think you will receive her e-mail soon. Or do you want me to give her your phone number? I can quite get along with Sister Mo."

Tang Jiaming, who is usually very thick-skinned, finally had a feeling of being defeated: "I think the email address is enough."

Zhou Yifei laughed immediately.

Tang Jiaming was about to leave when his phone suddenly remembered, and he glanced at the name on it, and he also smiled.

"Say Cao Cao and Cao Cao will be there." He shook his phone and pressed the answer button.

"Hey, Sister Mo," he said with a smile on his face, "it's so late (calling)?"

Zhou Yifei also had a warm smile in her eyes, Sister Mo is a very good elder.Since the two exchanged contact information, Wenwen always contacted her without getting bored, and often chatted with Wenwen patiently.

To be honest, if Wenwen wasn't her own daughter, she would never have settled down to accompany her.

However, Sister Mo is different. Not to mention amiable, she has the gentleness of a female elder, which is what Wenwen lacks.

It’s not that she has a bad temper, but that Wenwen is sometimes impatient and focused on doing something. The elders around her are not suitable to set an example for her: Zhou Yifei thinks she is not a steady person, but she can be said to be ambitious He is vigorous, and occasionally eager for quick success; Bu Guodong is too meek, he takes everything slowly, and only finds solutions when problems arise; Will be more careful.

Zhong Xuexin is very patient, but her identity is not suitable, and Bu Guodong once mentioned that when she was a few years old, she had taught herself the mysteries of the ancient Egyptian pyramids, dissected frogs, and loved to read detective novels... It's all a mess.

Zhou Yifei respects any hobbies, but she doesn't want her daughter to become a research addict when she sees a person, studying where he has been, what he has done, what his relationship with family members is, whether he has any illnesses, and so on.If Bu Guodong talked to her like this the first time they met, she would never go after her, let alone marry and have children with someone who is guessing at you anytime and anywhere.

"When did it happen?"

While she was thinking, Tang Jiaming's phone calls continued.

It's just that his expression at this time is no longer as warm as before, and the naughty energy in his words is gone.

Zhou Yifei realized that Sister Mo might have said something bad news on the phone.

"Okay," Tang Jiaming sighed, and his tone became weak: "I'll try to find out, and then I'll contact you."

"Well, I see, bye."

After saying these few simple words, he hung up the phone.

The body that was standing up straight sat directly on the sofa, and sighed again.

He looks like he's been punched a lot.

No, he wasn't so weak when he was beaten.

He who said he was going to leave before, looked at Zhou Yifei and asked, "Can I eat the biscuits at your house before leaving?"

This is actually a very abrupt move, just like when Zhou Yifei asked about him and Yu Meilian in the car at that time, they were not even friends at that time, but now they are just friends, but he wants to do it at a very late hour. Next stay at her house until later.

"can."

Zhou Yifei did not refuse.

She knew that feeling, they were all mature people, maybe tomorrow, maybe the next moment they would recover.

But at this time, I really need someone to accompany me, no matter who it is, I just don't want to be alone.

Tang Jiaming pulled the ribbon away, opened the transparent star-shaped box, and a sweet smell of snacks came out.Inside are very simple cookies. Although they were made by children, they were obviously helped by adults, and they are all about the same size.

Take out a piece and put it in your mouth. It is soft and soft, but it tastes too sweet, which is the taste of children.

He also learned to make these things in the orphanage when he was a child, and sold them for charity. Every orphanage has similar activities.

At that time, he didn't like to do these things, they were all made by others, and he was scrambling to eat them.

There was also a little fat man who got into a fight with him because of this. The little fat man was clumsy, and he only made one when others made three. As a result, he ate half of the dozen or so he made. If you do, you will hit someone.

He couldn't beat the little fat man and took a few hits, but he was thin and ran very fast.

He ran away and disappeared, and the little fat man sat on the ground crying alone.

At such times, Sister Mo would bring him back and apologize to the little fat man, who was easy to coax and made up with him again.

When he was a child, he felt that the little fat man was really stupid, and when he grew up, he thought that the little fat man was really stupid.

The little fat man didn't read well when he grew up, so he didn't look for a job hard. He ran to burn yellow paper to worship the boss, found a hall to worship the boss, and did things that young and Dangerous people would do all day long.In fact, they haven't seen each other for many years.

I just met again recently, the little fat man is now helping others in prison, and the current boss is called Lai Decong.

The little fat man's name is Zhang Mingqi, the name is too convoluted, they all call him Qizai.

The police are going to sue Lai Decong recently, and it seems that they want to dig out Qizai and let him confess about Lai Decong.

Just now when Sister Mo called, Qi Zai committed suicide in prison.

The biscuits in his mouth were too sweet, sweet and salty, and Tang Jiaming's mouth was dry when he was salty, and Tang Jiaming was so sweet that he felt greasy.

The mouth is full of biscuits, but there seems to be something wrong with the taste buds, and it is actually a bit bitter.

The bitterness was so overwhelming that he wanted to vomit.