"I've taken care of it for you, you're welcome."
"But if you want to give me a Bugatti as a thank you, I won't stop you."
In the living room, Lu Jing'an was sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette. The faint smell of smoke spread to the bedroom. Huanong sat on the dressing table and touched his face. He smelled the faint smell of smoke and took a sniff.
"Lu Jing'an, where is Shaojia? Get out and smoke," Huanong was too lazy to move. The cream in his hand was still waiting to be applied to his face, so he yelled out.
In the living room, Lu Jing'an had just hooked up the ashtray in front of him and was about to light a cigarette. Before he could start, Huanong yelled at him.
On the other side, Gong Qi smiled mischievously: "Do you know which man will die the worst in this world?"
"What?"
"Love brain coupled with strict wife control."
"After you die and go to the underworld, the Lord of Hell will laugh at you."
Lu Jing'an took a drag on his cigarette, lighting the ashes nonchalantly, and retorted: "Then Prince Hell must be a single guy and doesn't know the fun in it."
Gong Qi was heartbroken, Lu Jingan almost said that he was single.
"It's amazing to have a wife! Anyway, in another year, your wife will divorce you."
"Your wife doesn't want you anymore, how pitiful she is!"
"You...Wori!!! Hang up on me."
Before Gong Qi could find out where he was, Lu Jingan hung up the phone and cursed angrily with his cell phone. He was unwilling to give up and wanted to make a second call...
"Block me? Still a person?"
"Your wife just doesn't want you anymore."
Lu Jing'an hung up the phone and opened the window of the living room. The cool breeze of late autumn poured in, and soon the smell of cigarette smoke in the room dispersed.
When he entered the bedroom again, he saw Huanong lifting the quilt and getting ready to go to bed.
Her long hair was tied into a bun on top of her head.
"Mingzhao has been sorted out."
"How did you clean it up?"
"Thrown into the bed of a rich American, I think it will cost me half my life."
Gong Qi likes to do this kind of thing the most.
You can achieve your goal without getting your hands dirty.
As Lu Jing'an said this, he moved to the bed and sat in front of Huanong.
Staring at her.
"what?"
"Nothing to express? Mrs. Lu."
"What do you want to express?" Huanong pretended not to understand.
Lu Jing'an stretched out his hand and tapped his cheek, Huanong nodded with a clear look: "It should be true."
Mr. Lu blinked and waited for her response.
Huanong pulled his collar to him, his white claws showing obvious meridians: "But you have to go take a shower first."
.........
"Yan Song, what are you looking at? Recently I saw that you have been looking over and over at this company's official website. You don't want to join this company after graduation, do you?"
Yan Song was patted on the shoulder by a classmate and was startled: "How can I do this? They want elites. I'm not qualified yet."
"Isn't it easy to get in? You must use the resources at home. If you don't have the ability, is it because your dad doesn't have it yet?"
"Don't be ridiculous."
Yan Song closed the web page, picked up the phone on the desktop and started reading Weibo.
I read all the Weibo posts inside and out.
Not long after, it seemed that something had happened.
He walked up to his roommate with his cell phone and said, "Please help me see, are these two cats the same?"
"Are they all puppets? They look very similar, but...I really can't tell whether they are the same. Why don't you ask the owner of the pet shop, they should be able to tell the difference."
"There is one right in front of the school."
"I'll go right away." Yan Song said, picked up his coat, put it on his body and walked out with his cell phone.
Winter in the capital comes earlier than in Beijing and Hong Kong. At this moment, Huanong is still wearing a single sweater when going out, while Yan Song is already wearing a coat.
Just as Yan Song left, her roommate came in and saw her leaving in a hurry. He didn't have time to say hello and was a little confused: "What's wrong with her?"
"I've been feeling restless lately."
Another roommate shook his head: "I don't know."
"I thought it was weird too, but she didn't say anything."
Yan Song trotted all the way to the pet store, nearly half of the campus collapsed. Panting, he pushed open the pet store door and went in, handing the phone to the boss.
"Boss, could you please help me see if these two cats are the same cat?"
"Let me see, whose cat is it? Yours?"
The boss asked casually while looking at the photo. Yan Song couldn't tell the truth, so he found an excuse: "My cat ran away, and I saw a neighbor posting it on WeChat Moments. It looked very similar to my cat, but I couldn't tell the difference. Not sure."
"It's the same one. Just look around the eyes. It's exactly the same."
"thank you boss."
Yan Song took the phone and was beating the drum crazily in his heart.
One of these two cats is the cat in the Huanong live broadcast room, and the other is the cat Xu Jiang posted on Weibo.
But it’s a long time ago. If these two cats are the same cat, what does it mean?
Is Huanong involved with Xu Jiang? Or... is it involved with Lu Jingan?
.........
"This is your desk."
"Thank you Special Assistant He."
"Ms. Shi, sit down. I'll explain to the manager."
He Zhu said, leaving the office area and entering the manager's office. As soon as he entered, he closed the door behind him.
"Assistant He Te, is the person you just brought in Shi Zheng's daughter?"
He Zhu nodded.
"This hot potato...how did you..."
"Mr. Lu said that I will give you two months to let her quit before the difficulties are encountered. Otherwise, you and she will choose one to leave."
The manager was stunned. He Zhu interrupted him before he finished speaking, and the interruption was still so rude.
Doesn't this cost his life?
"Assistant He Te, aren't you trying to kill me? How dare I, a migrant worker, offend others?"
"I believe you can find a way. Since Mr. Lu specifically promised to send people to the tenth floor, it proves that he absolutely believes in your ability."
"Are you sure that Mr. Lu sent people to the tenth floor because he believed in my ability and not because I am here to litigate a divorce lawsuit?"
What we see most every day is domestic violence, prostitution, cheating, etc. Who doesn’t know that the daughter of the president of the Beijing-Hong Kong Charity Association likes Mr. Lu?
When Mr. Lu sends people to the 10th floor, isn't it just a disguised form of brainwashing to get rid of love brains?
He Zhu held back his smile and reached out to pat the person on the shoulder: "Come on."
As soon as He Zhu left, the manager on the 10th floor started scratching his head. After thinking for a long time, he called the deputy manager below to come in: "What case did you receive a few days ago?"
"Dismember the body. This case is probably going to be turned into a criminal case soon. We don't need to deal with it anymore. Everyone is gone."
"It's okay. Take your time and take that intern to the dismemberment site."
"So straightforward?"
