Although he was not addicted to smoking, Zheng Ren almost forgot to smoke when he went to the front line, and he couldn't smoke one for a few days. But now he has nothing to do, so it's good to pass the time by smoking a cigarette.

He found a small supermarket, bought a pack of Ziyun, which cost ten yuan, and bought a disposable lighter.

The owner of the small supermarket was a little curious when he saw Zheng Ren's clothes and the cigarettes he bought. When Zheng Ren went out, she kept staring at Zheng Ren's back.

"What are you thinking?" the boss asked.

"The person who bought cigarettes just now, guess how much does it cost?" asked the boss lady.

"How much can I wear when I buy Ziyun? It's amazing, and he can go to Baili Supermarket to buy vegetables, what kind of wealth can he be?" the boss said casually.

I have opened a supermarket and seen all kinds of people, so I have seen countless people.

"Tsk, you know what. Although his outfit is not customized, it is not cheap either. At least... it costs 30,000 to 50,000 yuan for a set of clothes." The proprietress saw Zheng Ren walking to a corner through the transparent glass door, leisurely lit a cigarette, and said.

"Betting, I want to add meat and vegetables to dinner tonight. I have been vegetarian these days and I am so hungry." The boss said with a smile: "I'll go and ask later. If you are wrong, remember to add meat and vegetables to me."

"You ask, it's strange that people can tell you." The boss lady said contemptuously: "This is money that is not revealed. Do you think it's like you, you have some money to show off? Besides, how many times have you ever had a heart attack caused by you? No!"

Zheng Ren didn't know that someone looked at him, and he had become a landscape in the eyes of others.

He carried the vegetables to a corner where there were few people, approached the trash can, and lit a purple cloud.

It is also good to go to the system library to read journals and magazines, and pass the time.

He put the plastic bag on the ground and began to send location information to Xie Yiren, and told Xiaoyiren not to hurry and click to open it slowly.

After smoking cigarettes, Zheng Ren entered the system library and started reading magazines.

Various medical journals and magazines gather research on countless cases. Not many are valuable, or are valuable to Zheng Ren.

But this is a step that must be taken, and Zheng Ren was not bored, but was very happy.

More than an hour passed without realizing it.

Just as I was watching, a voice came.

"Mr. Zheng, what a coincidence." The voice was a little familiar, and Zheng Ren immediately came out of the system space.

When I saw that it was Song Ying.

I met last night and again today. Of course, it was a real coincidence.

"Manager Song, are you?" Zheng Ren smiled and asked.

"This is not a customer who ordered something strange. It's a bit sudden. I'll come here to pick it up." Song Ying said.

Zheng Ren was not very concerned about what ingredients Song Ying went to get, and he was not very interested in what he was eating.

As for which restaurant has rare and rare ingredients, Zheng Ren didn't think about it at all.

"Oh, I'll come to buy vegetables after get off work and wait for my girlfriend to pick me up." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

Now when talking about the word "girlfriend", I become more and more proficient, and I am completely less awkward and shy at the beginning.

Song Ying was interested in making friends and happened to meet Zheng Ren. This was fate, so he asked someone to send the ingredients away, and called again, and then came back.

"Are Mr. Zheng still used to it in 912?" asked Song Ying.

"Fortunately, it's much more comfortable than before. I used to be the hospitalization officer of the emergency department and couldn't go home." Zheng Ren replied.

Although Song Ying disturbed himself reading, this person didn't bother him. Zheng Ren thought it was good to chat with him for a few words.

"This is my business card. If you lack any ingredients in the future, call it directly and it will be delivered soon. The price is based on the market price, please don't worry." Song Ying took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren took the business card and saw that the name was printed on it, and the phone number was below. The overall style was quite simple, without the company name or the numerous titles.

This should be a very personal business card, Zheng Ren guessed.

"The ingredients are all freshest, and they must be better than what you bought here." Song Ying said.

"Then I'll trouble you." Although Zheng Ren was incompetent, he had good intentions and seemed to save a lot of trouble.

As he said that, he put away his business card.

"It's not close to here from the Palme d'Or. Why don't I take you back, it's just the way." Song Ying said.

"No need, my girlfriend is about to arrive." Zheng Ren glanced at the distance, and there was a rush of people and traffic. He couldn't see where Xie Yiren was.

It doesn't matter to Song Ying, and he chatted with Zheng Ren for a few minutes.

From 912 to Haicheng, Manager Song is indeed a person who has been struggling around the world. He talks about people and talks about ghosts, and he always talks about the point.

The simple chat is neither too enthusiastic nor cold, as if two old friends are chatting.

Unconsciously, it gives people a feeling of intimacy.

As he said that, Zheng Ren's cell phone rang.

When he saw that it was Xie Yiren, Zheng Ren waved his hand quickly and made a sorry expression.

"Hey, Yiren."

"Oh, OK, then I'll go find you."

After saying that, Zheng Ren hung up the phone.

"Manager Song, you don't allow parking here. My girlfriend is waiting for me nearby. I'll leave first." Zheng Ren said apologetically.

"Okay, when Director Kong comes back, I will definitely enjoy the scenery and go to my place to sit." Song Ying said with a smile.

"Yes." Zheng Ren nodded.

"If you need it, call. It won't be a good idea, but you will be given according to the purchase price. Mr. Zheng will add the delivery fee." Song Ying pointed to Zheng Ren's pocket where he placed his business card and said with a smile.

When I mentioned this the second time, this was a very sincere move. And I had rules and knew the right attitude.

Zheng Ren smiled and turned around and left.

Song Ying watched Zheng Ren go further and further, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

In the smoke, although Zheng Ren's figure merged into the abortion, he was seen like a slutty in Songying. Since he went for the operation, he has been very interested in the little doctor in Haicheng.

It was quite coincidental that I met him for two consecutive days. Song Ying thought about it, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. I don’t know if this little doctor could stand firm in the imperial capital. It’s not easy to live in the capital, so it’s not a joke.

A few hundred meters away, Zheng Ren got on a black sports car, and the sports car drove away slowly.

Song Ying was stunned for a moment, narrowed his eyes and stared at the sports car until he couldn't see it.

With the exquisite body and flowing curves, Songying seemed to hear the pleasant low roar of the vehicle engine making a few hundred meters away.

Is it Aston Martin one-77?

There is no doubt that Song Ying believes in his eyesight. But this expensive sports car can never be with that gentle and honest face.

It’s like the existence of two worlds, when they are combined together, it’s so ridiculous.

There are 77 units in the world, and only 5 units seem to be sold in China.

It is easy to know whose car it is, but Song Ying has no idea.
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