Luckily, the peeps only seem to be interested in his life, otherwise he would be dead, stabbed, strangled, suffocated, anything is possible.
The original owner didn't provoke any enemies for Huang Dan. He came back from get off work every day, drank tea quietly in the room, ate snacks and watched movies, and there was no conflict with the tenants.
Huang Dan lay down on the bed. Since he woke up suddenly last night, he didn't do anything, but he felt that he was exhausted, his limbs were weak, his body was weak, and he had a stomachache.
He grabbed two oranges from a bag on the floor beside the bed, peeled them and ate them.
Around six o'clock, the alarm clock on the mobile phone rang again, and a few minutes later, there was a creaking sound of the door opening in the living room. It was not A Yu but Zhao Fuxiang who came out.
Huang Dan listened in the room. Zhao Fuxiang, as usual, did not draw the curtains in the shower, the water was loud, and the sound of coughing and spitting was the same, as if he was right next to him, spitting at him.
Not long after, Zhao Fuxiang went out.
In the early morning, the air is slightly cool, the sun is shrouded in fog, and the noisy city is hazy in the roar of cars, appearing indifferent and noisy.
Zhao Fuxiang works in a building materials company. Because of business relations, he was going to a construction site early this morning to do errands.
There was a circle of people around the public platform. Zhao Fuxiang coughed and spit out a mouthful of phlegm into the trash can.
He made an appointment with the guests at the construction site and could not wait any longer, so he could only greet a motorcycle on the side of the road.
After negotiating the price, Zhao Fuxiang turned over and got into the back seat of the motorcycle.
The master also seemed to be in his early thirties. Hearing the address that Zhao Fuxiang was going to, he made a gesture of ok, and drove his motorcycle quickly into the fog-shrouded city S.
In less than twenty minutes, Zhao Fuxiang arrived at the construction site.
Some of the building materials used in this construction site are provided by Zhao Fuxiang's company. He has been here several times before, and several leaders of the construction site still know him.
Someone greeted with a smile, "Brother Zhao, it's so early today."
Zhao Fuxiang raised his chin in a dignified manner, "Is the foreman here?"
"Here, the third prefab on the left. His wife has come from the country these days. He lives there now."
"understood."
Zhao Fuxiang turned and walked towards the foreman's residence.
Just after he left, an older worker came over and asked the worker who spoke just now, "Who is that person? Why does he seem familiar."
"You said he, Zhao Fuxiang, is from the building materials company, responsible for the docking of some materials on our construction site."
The worker handed him a cigarette, "You came to the construction site just yesterday, how did you know him?"
The older worker sniffed the cigarette in front of his nose and put it on his ear, "Zhao Fuxiang? I've never heard of this name, so I've read it wrong, he looked a bit like me earlier. A former fellow."
"Then you must have read it wrong. That's how big cities are. There are so many people. It's normal for a few people to look like they are."
The older worker looked at the figure not far away, and the more he looked, the more he looked like.
Zhao Fuxiang walked to the foreman's room. The sound insulation of this kind of prefab room was poor, and he could clearly hear the light breathing of a woman inside.
He was eavesdropping while rubbing secretly outside for a while, Zhao Fuxiang's throat was sobbing, he couldn't hold it back, and he coughed out.
Knowing that he could no longer eavesdrop, Zhao Fuxiang had to cough and ask, "Is the foreman here?"
The loud voice of the country fu girl sounded immediately, full of anger, "Who is it?!"
Zhao Fuxiang shouted loudly, "I, Zhao Fuxiang, are looking for a foreman."
The foreman's voice sounded, "It's a blessing, wait, I'll be right here."
The small blue door of the wooden brush opened, and the foreman was wearing a triangular panty, which was soaked a lot. There was no unnaturalness on his face.
"Sit down, your sister-in-law has just come a few days ago. I've been busy and forgot what you're going to do today."
Fu woman is not embarrassed, she buttoned up, straightened her hair, picked up the clothes piled on the ground, and walked towards the water pipe outside the house, "Brother, talk to me, I went out to wash the clothes."
The foreman found that Zhao Fuxiang's complexion was not very good, "I said Fuxiang, you have to take it easy."
Zhao Fuxiang waved his hand indifferently, "It's okay."
The foreman poured him a glass of water and persuaded him kindly, "You are a few years older than me, and I don't dare to come as often as you do. Don't ruin your body because of women."
Zhao Fuxiang didn't find it strange when he heard the words.
He never hides the matter of looking for a lady from the people around him. He changes it almost every day.