Watching the two cars leave, Jiang Shuyue in the distance curled her lips and then walked over.

"It's time to go back?"

She shook the car keys and spoke in anger.

Although they are both under the same roof and rely on Zhao Lang to live, the situations of Jiang Shuyue and Mo Xiaoxi are very different.

Mo Xiaoxi climbed the high school early, and now her work focuses on online publicity.

Especially in the past six months, although I occasionally work as a driver and assistant, I am busy with other things most of the time.

And Jiang Shuyue...

Not only do you have to be busy with your job, but you also have to squeeze out time to deal with Zhao Lang's temporary assignment.

Just like this time, Mo Xiaoxi didn’t have time to let her be a part-time driver.

As for Jiang Shuyue’s own car...

I have bought it for a long time to pay off my debts!

Naturally, she was not angry about Zhao Lang.

"Don't worry."

Zhao Lang held his hands behind his back and still looked into the distance slowly, with a leisurely attitude.

"What else?"

Jiang Shuyue took out her cell phone and looked at the time, frowned and said, "We are going to run the highway for a few hours, and you don't like eating the service station. If you go back later, you will be late at night."

"Um."

Zhao Lang's expression remained unchanged: "It's late at night, don't worry."

"Boss!"

Jiang Shuyue sighed helplessly: "I am different from you. Where will I go to work tomorrow? Otherwise, you can pay more wages?"

“Um…”

Zhao Lang pursed his lips and suddenly pointed forward: "What do you think of the lotus here?"

This turning point is extremely stiff!

“…”

Jiang Shuyue glared at him hatefully and couldn't help but stomp her feet in place.

I don’t know how long it took to wait, but a few people hurriedly came from a distance and met the two of them.

One of the gray-haired old men came close, held Zhao Lang tightly with both hands, and said breathlessly: "Mr. Zhao, I'm so embarrassed, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

"It doesn't matter."

Zhao Lang waved his hand: "Are everyone?"

"It's all together, it's all!"

The old man nodded repeatedly: "Secretary Wang here and President Liu from the Charity Association are all here."

"That's good."

Zhao Lang nodded and handed over the document in his hand: "These are two properties I want to transfer. According to the estimated housing prices in the town, it should be around 500,000."

"Build a bridge, right?"

"No problem, absolutely no problem!"

The old man trembled with his hands excitedly: "Mr. Zhao, your donation over the past year has really helped us!"

"This time it's not me."

Zhao Lang shook his head: "The person who donated this time is Dean Wu of the former Cixin Orphanage. I hope to erect a monument on the bridgehead with her name engraved on it."

"It should be, it should be."

The old man nodded.

A middle-aged man next to him said, "We will make this matter public throughout the whole process, and we will erect the monument and engrave the letters. Mr. Zhao, don't worry!"

"In addition, if you can have young talents like you as role models in Mingzhen, young people in the future will be more confident to go out and make sacrifices, serve the country, and give back to their fellow villagers."

“By the way.”

He stepped forward and said, "I heard that Mr. Zhao is here, we booked a table in the restaurant in the city..."

"No!"

Zhao Lang waved his hand and interrupted him, saying, "I have other things to do, so I can't stay here for a long time."

"I'll have worked hard for donating money to build a bridge. I'll say goodbye first."

…………

In the car, Jiang Shuyue's expression was a little gloomy.

"Boss, you are so kind-hearted!"

“…”

Zhao Lang in the back seat glanced at her: "So sarcastic, I don't seem to offend you, right?"

"You can donate hundreds of thousands of real estate when you say it, and you can also generously distribute money if you don't know people online."

Jiang Shuyue took a deep breath and slowed down her tone: "Boss, you have so much money, why don't you care about the people around you?"

"Stop the car!"

Zhao Lang suddenly raised his hand.

"Boss, you figured it out."

Jiang Shuyue hurriedly stopped the car and looked back, with joy, shyness and some uneasiness on her face: "Actually, I can do what Xiaoxi can do."

"Go and buy me some snacks."

Zhao Lang lowered the car window and signaled outside: "This store is so business, it should taste good."

"You said too. It's probably too late to go back now. Let's get some dinner in the car."

“…”

Jiang Shuyue's face began to turn white and blue.

"Double the original price reimbursement."

Zhao Lang spoke slowly.

"You wait."

Jiang Shuyue squeezed out a smile and pushed the door neatly out of the car.

"Why!"

Zhao Lang leaned against the car window and looked at Jiang Shuyue's back and couldn't help but shake his head slightly: "It seems that a new driver needs to be arranged."

"Or..., buy another scooter?"

While he was muttering, a figure stopped by the car window.

"Zhao Lang?"

A strange voice sounded in my ears.

Looking up, what caught my eye was a man with a middle-parted head and a black suit.

In the summer, the man's outfit looks hot all over.

What's more, he was carrying several heavy bags in his hand.

"Who are you?"

"I!"

The man pointed at the tip of his nose and said excitedly: "Kang Xiaoquan! Junior high school classmate, you forgot that we met at Ye Mingzhu two years ago, and you helped me a lot at that time."

"Kang Xiaoquan?"

Zhao Lang thought slightly, and looked dazed: "It's you! Where are you... going?"

"Isn't this a marriage?"

Kang Xiaoquan lowered his head and raised the bag on his hand: "My partner came back and said he was buying something to see my parents."

"By the way, are you still in Bincheng?"

"I went to Ye Mingzhu to find you, and they said you have quit."

“What are you doing now?”

"How are you doing?"

Seeing his old classmate, Kang Xiaoquan seemed extremely happy and vomited out like a cannon when he asked questions.
To be continued...