Jiaobai couldn't pretend anymore, so he sat down on the side of the road, taking deep breaths through his mask.
The fact that things went so smoothly was partly due to luck, but it was also within his expectations.
Dictator Shen Ji has been in power for many years and is used to being high and mighty. He looks down on everything with disdain. In his opinion, it is a waste of time to spend manpower and material resources on things related to the master of fate and fart. He doesn't have the spare time for that.
As for the old lady, since her precious son was not seriously injured and the person who caused the accident was also dead, she did not pursue the matter any further because she was compassionate.
Then the master revealed the "truth" that she just wanted to send the disaster star away.
The older generation in a large family are more likely to worship Buddha and ask masters for help, and to study fortune-telling.
The people in my family have done so many immoral things that they want to escape retribution.
Jiaobai had done research on the mother and son of the Shen family. This was a golden finger for him as a comic fan.
Jiaobai got up. If one day Shen Ji accidentally discovered the loophole and found out what happened this time, and wanted to settle accounts with him, he would talk about it then.
Anyway, today is the first day out of the dog pen.
Jiaobai took a few steps forward and suddenly stopped. Qi Shuang's confident state of victory made him guess a possibility. He dialed Qinxin Garden's landline and told the servant who answered the phone that he wanted to look for Qi Shuang.
"Wang Chuqiu, why are you calling me at this critical moment, and you're calling me on a landline!" Qi Shuang held the microphone, his delicate face a little distorted. He blocked this person, but he didn't expect that the other party would call me on a landline, and at this time. He must be crazy!
Qi Shuang lowered her voice gloomily: "I tell you, although you have the leverage over me, so do you. Neither of us should..."
Jiaobai interrupted him: "Where is the master?"
Qi Shuang stopped talking.
"Did you silence him?" Jiaobai stood on the side of the road and raised his voice.
"Am I mentally retarded? If the master dies now, people will only suspect that I planned everything to get rid of you, my rival." Qi Shuang said dryly, "He is currently under control. When I become Mrs. Shen..." He didn't say the second half of the sentence, but it was almost like that. He once thought that even the enlightened masters who had seen through the world and were fearless of life and death could be threatened and used by him, so one day in the future, he might collude with others. Such a big variable must be eliminated.
The silence on the phone seemed like a silent condemnation. Qi Shuang said sarcastically, "Wang Chuqiu, I don't believe that when you told me where his wife and children were hiding, you thought that I would reunite the three of them after the matter was accomplished. Why are you pretending to be a good person now?"
Jiaobai said calmly: "I want Zhang Zhen's contact information, get it for me."
"… Who are you talking about?" Qi Shuang was shocked and mocked. It turned out that this guy was trying to get out of the old lady's control in order to get close to the person in West City. He was really crazy.
Jiaobai hung up the phone without saying anything else.
In "Broken Wings", Qi Shuang's second brother accidentally ran into the master's wife and children while collecting folk songs in other places, and told Qi Shuang. Later, Qi Shuang took advantage of it, and the author did not write about the master's ending, leaving it blank.
This part of the plot has some changes because茭白 was brought forward, but some parts have not changed.
Jiaobai stayed quietly there for a while and then strode forward. He didn't know how long he walked along the road before he got a ride from a kind couple.
It took the couple less than ten kilometers to go from showing affection to crying and swearing.
It all started when the hostess found a condom in the car. The size and flavor were both her husband's, but she had never used it in the car.
Not caring about the outsider who was hitchhiking, the hostess stuffed the shell directly into the host's mouth.
It's a domineering style, but it's not encouraged because it's extremely dangerous.
The car slid in a serpentine shape on the road. The male owner pulled over urgently, spit out the shell and started arguing with the female owner, quite righteously.
Jiao Bai, who was sitting in the back seat, found himself in the middle of a large adultery scene without realizing it. He was not mentally prepared at all and was very embarrassed.
Jiaobai waited until the couple finished arguing and reached a truce, then asked to get off the car.
No one paid any attention to him.
Wild rice: “…”
Okay, if you don't mind, I'll just watch it.
I'm not in a hurry anyway.
Jiaobai listened to the hostess's heart-wrenching cry and glanced at the host who was browsing his phone as if nothing had happened. He crossed his arms and thought, "Broken Wings" is indeed a paradise for fans of melodrama. All the three-legged passers-by in it are scum.
The cell phone in his pocket buzzed, Jiaobai took it out and looked at it, and wrote down the number he received. When he caught the owner of the number that night, he vaguely felt the kindness and humanity that the other person had not yet extinguished.
“Zhang Zhen…” Jiaobai read out the name of the owner of the number, calculating something.
West City
Zhang Zhen was eating walnuts. He was usually responsible for the personal safety of the third brother and some matters in the gray area, which all involved fists and guns and did not require him to work in the company.
Now his third brother has given him an office and a position as a nominal assistant, and he has almost finished a bag of walnuts.
When Zhang Zhen went to the tea room to make tea, several assistants who were gossiping all looked at him with shining eyes.
"What?" Zhang Zhen asked seriously.
The assistants were not afraid at all, because they knew that this young man had fighting skills that were contrary to his cute appearance. It was said that he once single-handedly rushed into a dangerous situation to save the chairman's life. Since then, the chairman regarded him as his confidant and brother. However, they had never seen his heroic or even bloody side, only his blushing and cute innocent look.
Everyone affectionately calls him...
"Pillow Beauty."
An assistant representative asked a collective question, "Which little goblin is next to the chairman now?"
Zhang Zhen: “…”
"No." He said shockingly.
The assistants were all shocked. Although they were highly educated and had excellent work abilities, this did not affect their appetite for gossip, especially the chairman's gossip.
"Or the cross-dressing lead singer?"
"Aren't they usually changed by month? August's has been extended to September?"
Zhang Zhen made some tea and said, "Well, it's delayed."
The assistants took a breath. This was shocking news. The old rules were broken. Could it be that they were going to have a chairman’s wife
Zhang Zhen blew on the tea and took a sip. It would be nice if there was someone there. When the third brother was angry, there would be someone to comfort him, so that the subordinates wouldn't be worried and suffer from constipation and acne.
This year's New Year's resolution is still the same.
Ask for help from my third sister-in-law.
A few minutes later, Zhang Zhen received a friend request on WeChat.
The verification application information is: j.
Don’t know.
Zhang Zhen was thoughtful. His number was not something that anyone could get. Who was this "J"? Zhang Zhen thought for a moment and made sure that he had not given his contact information to anyone recently. He concluded that this person was someone's lover or a young master or young lady in the circle. He didn't know where he got his contact information and wanted to use him to get into the bed of the third brother. This situation had happened before. He wanted to ignore it, but held his breath the next moment.
"j"'s avatar...
Zhang Zhen looked at those bright blocks of color, and the shrewdness and restraint between his brows disappeared, replaced by a daze. He couldn't help but nod to accept.
You have passed the friend verification information of "j" and now you can start chatting.
Zhang Zhen woke up as if from a dream. He regretted his carelessness and was about to delete the person when there was already a message in the chat box.
-Hi.
-Hello, sister.
-I saw your small advertisement on the wall of the corridor. I am a senior in high school and I am bored at home because I fell off my bike.
-I'll give you money, I don't want your short videos, I just want you to chat with me, okay
Zhang Zhen: “…”
With just a quick check, he could find out the stranger's information, right down to where he lived and how many people were in the family.
But there was something wrong with his brain, which caused his work efficiency to drop significantly, and he was reluctant to ask his friends to investigate.
want to…
What do you want
Zhang Zhen didn't know, he just stared at the stranger's profile picture without blinking, and a trace of memory flashed through his eyes half covered by his long eyelashes. He lost his childhood memories and forgot some things.
This block of color was familiar to him, and he really wanted to take something home.
Zhang Zhen came out of his weird and uncomfortable mood. He stood up and pinched his knuckles, pressing his white and powerful hands on the edge of the table. Well, let's do it this way. Let's not delete it for now.
Wait until the "j" reveals its fox tail, then delete it.
Deep down, Zhang Zhen hoped that there would be an exception, and not everyone who added him was here for his Third Brother. He was tired of that routine.
This is also the reason why he didn't want to investigate.
Look forward to it.
God seemed to have heard Zhang Zhen’s voice. J only talked about trivial matters every day, complained about how boring it was to recover from his injury, and occasionally fantasized about what it would be like if he went to college. The Moments he posted were all about the pain of youth... He was really just an ordinary high school student, and he added the wrong person.
Zhang Zhen has become accustomed to opening WeChat from time to time and feeling the innocence and brilliance of young people from the chattering content.
If nothing unexpected happens, he won't check it out. He will just treat it as a life spice, harmless.
For some reason, when Zhang Zhen made this decision, he had an eerie feeling as if someone had figured out his mental journey, so much so that he went to the gym and did a few sets of boxing before he calmed down.
In mid-November, Zhang Zhen was interrogating a mole when he heard a "ding" sound from the pocket of his leather jacket. He bit off his bloody leather gloves and took out his cell phone to check WeChat.
J: Sister, I'm back to school.
Zhang Zhen snorted softly. He still felt uncomfortable after being called "sister" for nearly three months. When he saw his brothers looking at him in horror, he immediately frowned and coughed.
"I'm going out for a smoke."
Zhang Zhen went outside, leaned against the wall and tapped on his phone to reply to the high school student: Study hard.
j：Of course (￣︶￣)
Nancheng No. 3 Middle School, Grade 3 (7) Class.
The head teacher led a thin boy dressed strangely into the classroom, and the students all looked at the new student with curiosity.
The sun was blocked by dark clouds. The new classmate took off his sweatshirt hood and pulled down his mask, revealing an exceptionally pale face.
Liang Dong, who was transferring books in the back row, was like he had seen a ghost: "What the hell... What the hell!"
Shen Er'an's head was against the desk, his hands were folding dragonflies in the desk pockets. Suddenly his elbow was bent, and he tilted his head, with a hint of displeasure in his dark eyes.
"Brother An, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, it's just too f*cking stupid," Liang Dong said in a gruff voice, "Look up at the new classmate, I guarantee you'll be f*cking stupid too, if you don't believe me..."
Shen Er'an glanced at the podium and slowly straightened his hunched back.
The boy on the podium had a weak look in his eyes and eyebrows, and he could be blown down by a gust of wind: "Hello everyone, my last name is Jiao, which has the character for grass at the beginning, and the character for communication at the end, and my given name is Bai, which means Jiaobai."
He smiled, the little canine teeth on his lips looming as he spoke, and there was a scene of lush grass and flying birds in his eyes: "Nice to meet you, please take care of me in the rest of your high school life."