Noon, twelve o'clock, and lunch time.

The private room on the top floor of the Magic Hotel.

"It's a good person." I looked at Zhou Yan who was tidying up his collar and smiled, "You grandson, be careful when speaking later, and leave a good impression on people, do you know?"

Zhou Yan nodded and gave me a gesture of ok.

"Uncle Fat and the others left?" Zhou Yan sat on the sofa like me, took out a cigarette and lit one, handed me the cigarette box, and blinked: "Lighter."

I lit a cigarette and smoked it on my own, but didn't give him the lighter, and replied: "Uncle Fat and Birdman went back to Shaanxi to pack their luggage. I heard that there were still many things that had not been brought over, so it would be a waste to throw them there."

After saying that, I couldn't help but praise him: "You are indeed prepared properly. The cigarettes you smoke today are all thirty-five. It seems that you also know that blind dates are not careless."

Zhou Yan smiled proudly: "Nonsense, do you want us to go to Lanhuang for a blind date? Isn't that nonsense!"

I don’t know if I have told you that Zhou Yan’s grandson is poorer than me at some point, such as the end of the month.

At the beginning of the month, he asked me to smoke fifteen.

At the end of the month, let’s draw five yuan together.

Judging from Zhou Yan's generosity during this period, he probably won't have many tickets in his pocket, which is no more than 500 yuan.

Sometimes I am quite puzzled. I thought to myself, this grandson is not an ordinary family. He is also a second-generation official. It should be easy to take some money from his father to spend money. Does Mao look similar to me?

Every time the explanation he gave me made me feel helpless: "If you ask my father for money, you will be slapped me lightly."

Old Man Zhou’s educational policy for him has always been: “If you have hands and feet, you won’t make money by yourself? What about you who grow up with shit?”

From this we can see that none of the people in the Zhou Yan family are mortals.

"Be gentle and polite for a while, be careful when paying the bill, don't look like you've eaten shit." I hoped that my son would be successful and educate Zhou Yan, and was about to say down, when my phone suddenly rang.

When it is connected, the person on the other end is Little Buddha.

"I owe you one." Xiao Fu said unhappily.

"You're welcome." I replied unceremoniously.

"My brother asked me to give you the information about that person." The little Buddha said impatiently, then hung up the phone.

Within two minutes, the text message came again, and a few lines of words made me feel relieved.

This cruel and ruthless grandson still has the intention of repaying kindness.

"Liu Chengming, Taiyuan Street, Shenyang, Building 32, remains unchanged for seven days."

Seeing that I was smiling a little, Zhou Yan was also happy and came over and asked, "What's wrong? Has a woman sent you a text message?"

"Going ball, why do you get more annoyed when you look at it?!" I glared at him in anger, walked to the windowsill, and called Zhang Liguo.

"Uncle Zhang, Liu Chengming is in Building 32, Taiyuan Street, Shenyang City. He should not run away within seven days." I said, Zhang Liguo was very silent and did not answer me.

"A friend from a businessman said that he is to eliminate evil and promote good, Lei Feng." I felt a toothache when I said this.

Zhang Liguo nodded and finally laughed: "Thank you, this news is very important."

"It's okay, it should."

Just as I hung up the phone, the door of the private room was pushed open, and a group of girls, both big and small, rushed in, chattering and following the vegetable market, making me feel dizzy.

After a closer look, these people are all over twenty years old, and some are even a little younger. They are probably still in college, so they can't hide the bookish spirit.

"This is my blind date, Bai Xin." Zhou Yan leaned into my ear and said, his eyes constantly glanced at the group of girls, meaning that the young woman standing among the group of people was his "object".

Upon hearing this, I couldn't help but look at the girl a few more times.

The girl gives people the feeling that she is very gentle and has a good appearance. She can score at least 70 or 80 points, and has a figure...

Friends and wives should not be deceived, and do not treat them inappropriately.

"Xiaobai, this is my brother, Yi Lin, just call him Mutou." Zhou Yaner introduced me out loud. When I heard him, I wondered. Could it be that these two people have known each other for a long time? Why don't I know?

Seeing my face full of doubt, Zhou Yan could not guess what I was thinking? He immediately answered.

"Secret, you know, you usually chat on the phone, um," Zhou Yan said hesitantly. These nonsense were automatically integrated into one sentence in my ears, and we have known each other for a long time.

Bai Xin smiled and said hello to me in a embarrassed manner: "Hello Brother Yi."

"Hello, hello." I nodded quickly.

At that time, I thought this group of best friends was a good match. After a quarter of a second, I finally understood what a fighting best friend group was.

I won't say anything if I was pulled to the private room next door by four or five girls without warning.

They were pressed on the bench and sat there. Seeing that they were tortured, I didn't say anything anymore.

The problem is...the question you asked is a bit embarrassing...

"Is Zhou Yan a virgin?" asked one of the seemingly weak girls.

"This question..." I coughed awkwardly for a few times. Before I could react, a girl opposite exaggeratedly exaggeratedly: "Isn't he?!"

I was stunned for a moment, then shook my head suddenly: "He is! Must be! How could it be not?!"

"That's good." The girl breathed a sigh of relief.

One wave just stopped, and another wave started again.

"Monthly income still......"

Listening to the extremely ugly and gossipy questions, I had the mentality of my brothers not betrayed, and thought about the red envelopes and midnight snacks that Zhou Yan promised me. In the end, I resolutely gave them the answer.

Well, all beautified answers.

If Zhou Yanzhen was the same as Zhou Yan I described, I am afraid that he would be the person who moved China in the next session and would not run away.

After half an hour of interrogation, I admitted that I had lost and could only find a reason to get out. I didn't even dare to go back to the private room where Zhou Yan was, so I ran downstairs.

To be honest, whether Zhou Yan can survive today depends on his luck.

Thinking about that group of best friends... I'm not going to be lucky...

"I'll leave first, I've created your image perfectly, don't reveal it." I sent a text message to Zhou Yan.

Three seconds later, Zhou Yan replied to me three words.

"You're paralyzed!"

From a certain perspective, this is also a great book given to me by Zhou Yan. I was not angry, not at all.

When I walked out of the hotel, I yawned and rubbed my eyes, looked around for lunch, and sat with Zhou Yan early in the morning. Now that I hadn't dripping water in, my stomach was almost hungry.

I have to say that when people are unlucky, they really make them feel like they drink cold water. I walked along the road on Salt Street. I couldn’t find that the place to eat can make me fill my stomach. The potato rakes (mashed potatoes) sold by small vendors on the roadside.

Two dollars per serving, I bought three servings, plus two sausages, which should be enough.

"Happiness is so fucking." I squatted on the curb without any image, eating a potato rake, and occasionally gnawed a bite of sausage. Looking at the crowd coming and going, I yawned.

Thick-skinned is born with a shamelessness, and I am all these two things.

While ignoring the contemptuous eyes of passers-by, I ate two pieces of potatoes, without any sign of embarrassment.

Anyway, I don’t want to be in this area, so I’ll throw it away for a few minutes, just casually.

Besides, it’s not my fault. I don’t even have a seat along the way. I’m tired when I walk, so I might as well squat!

Suddenly, someone next to me squatted down like me and handed me a bag of tissues.

"Wipe your mouth, it's dirty."

"Why are you here?" I took the tissue, a little confused.

The man smiled with his lips, supported his chin with his hands, and looked at me for lunch curiously: "My brother is having a blind date, how can I not come? I saw you out in the car just now."

"You won't go up?" I buried my head and didn't look at her.

"Well, I'll go up now." Zhou Yujia smiled, got up, turned around and walked towards the place where I came.

Seeing that she was so straightforward, I was a little stunned and thought to myself, don’t this girl like to pester me... Why did she suddenly...

"It's weird." I wiped my mouth with a tissue, muttered, then got up and walked to the side of the road, waved to the taxi, and headed straight to the wreath shop.

Actually, I am also a otakus. I don’t like to move, so I like to be idle on my own acre of three-point land. I feel tired even if I go out for three minutes, except for eating.

Going home, smoking a cigarette, sleeping, the whole process goes smoothly.

God’s hobbies seem to have not changed, but he still loves to make things difficult for others, especially for our grandsons.

Whenever I feel everything is stable, quiet and peaceful, there will always be one or two things that bother me.

"Grandpa, your grandson has called you!"

"Grandpa, your grandson has called you!"

The familiar ringtone, on the other end of the phone, is also someone I am familiar with.

"What's wrong? I'm sleeping! Why call me if I'm fine?!" My tone was very bad. It can be said that I was on the verge of outbreak and could turn dirty at any time.

"I just finished packing up some things for the fat uncle." Hai Dongqing said.

"And what?! You have to report it to me if you pack up something?!" I wanted to curse.

Hai Dongqing didn't care. A few sounds of flipping the pages came from the other end. He only heard him say: "Uncle Fat's master left some old books. There is an old book with the name of your old man on it, Yi Guiyuan."

I suddenly woke up.

"What's the book?" I frowned and asked, "Is the old man still a celebrity?" Is the book published?

Hai Dongqing said calmly.

"The Seventh Act."

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I have to work overtime tomorrow. I’m sorry, everyone!
Chapter completed!