Wen Liang's sneak attack quickly collapsed under Zuo Yuxi's resolute and thorough counterattack, and he was driven away with three punches and two kicks. The car window slowly rose, and at the moment it was about to close, Zuo Yuxi smiled, and a charming voice came from the gap: "This is not a real success..."
The Audi sped away, leaving behind a dark shadow in the dark night. Wen Liang stroked his chin, posing like Aristotle, and murmured, "What if the mission is truly accomplished?"
It took no more than five minutes from the time they met to the time they separated, but Zuo Yuxi drove from Diyuan Garden across most of Qingzhou, taking advantage of the thick night to rush here for more than an hour, and stopped in a corner where no one noticed, waiting for Wen Liang's return.
There are two sayings, "I once whipped a famous horse because I was drunk, and I am afraid that my love will tire the beauty." Zuo Yuxi came here, firstly to apologize to Wen Liang for letting An Baoqing join the game without authorization; secondly, he was worried that Wen Liang would face Liu Tianlai alone, and he could only feel at ease if he came to see him in person.
No matter which one it was, Wen Liang was touched.
Time flies and beauty is beautiful. These are the two things in the world that cannot be wasted. Wenliang is so lucky to have both! He can return to his youth with flying white clothes and have a few beauties by his side to chat and laugh happily.
With these, what is there to be afraid of in the unpredictable future
Wen Liang stretched out his hands and dropped them at the same time, hitting his buttocks with his palms, making a snapping sound, and sang softly: "The endless blood of heroes, the endless heads of enemies, who in the world can be my rival; the endless farewell songs, the endless wine in the cup, rest, rest, last night I was young, now I am white-haired..."
Humming a song that he had heard from somewhere in his previous life, a bright moon pierced through the night sky, hanging upside down in the sky, casting a long shadow behind him.
Wen Liang opened the door and walked into the house. He quietly took off his shoes, fearing to make any noise. When he reached the middle of the room, the door of the master bedroom suddenly opened. Ding Mei yawned and walked out, asking, "Why are you back so late? Where have you been?"
Wen Liang was surprised and asked, "You haven't slept yet, are you waiting to catch me?"
Ding Mei reached over and grabbed his ear neatly, then walked towards the living room, cursing as he walked, "Arrest you? Not only did I arrest you, I'm also going to interrogate you today! Tell me, what have you been doing sneaking around lately?"
It's unknown when pulling ears became Ding Mei's ultimate move, but since she learned it, she has never failed. She can accurately pull the earlobe three inches below from any angle and any distance at a speed beyond space and time, then apply a little force and gently rotate it, and Wen Liang will immediately lose his ability to resist and let her do whatever she wants.
"It hurts, it hurts! Mom, if you pull me again, I might run away from home!"
Ding Mei laughed loudly, not being fooled by Wen Liang's tricks at all, and started to interrogate directly: "Tell me, where did you go last night?"
Wen Liang's eyes rolled around as he thought about a countermeasure. Ding Mei was not in a hurry either. He had a sneer on his face, ready to expose his lies at any time.
"Well, it's like this. I went to my teacher's house for extra lessons and had dinner at her place in the evening. Mom, you don't know, the food she cooked is really delicious, especially the garlic-mash black fungus dish, it's really..."
"Which teacher?"
Wen Liang had a headache and complained, "Mom, didn't you just wake up? How come your IQ is so much higher than usual?"
After three months of being influenced by her son, Ding Mei had already accepted his strange way of speaking. He was completely different from the old dull and weak one. But she was eager for such a change. At least the relationship between the father and son had improved a lot. Sometimes they could be seen huddled together, whispering something, and pretending to be fine when they saw her. Humph, did you really think I didn't notice? I'm too lazy to bother with you!
Ding Mei smiled coldly, looking through the phenomenon and grasping the essence, and said, "Which teacher?"
"Si Yajing, Teacher Si, is a very nice person. She gave me free chemistry lessons." Wen Liang told the lie without batting an eyelid.
Ding Mei snorted, opened the drawer of the small sofa cabinet where the landline phone was placed, took out a black pocket notebook, and flipped through it. Wen Liang was speechless, almost choking on his breath, and pointed at her and said, "Are you kidding me? What are you doing with the phone book? Teacher Si doesn't have a phone at home, and she's a middle school teacher, she can't afford one!"
"Can't afford it? Let me see if there is any. Well, her husband is in the post office, and he can't afford to install a phone?" Ding Mei seemed to have found a number and started dialing.
Wen Liang was really frightened, and rushed forward to grab the phone book. On that page, it was written: Si Yajing, Chemistry teacher, lover Pan Guofei, Post Office, and the home phone number at the back. Wen Liang turned the page with fear, and fortunately, this page was about the Chinese teacher, with only the home address. Before he could continue to read, his hand was empty. Ding Mei shook the pocket book in his hand and said proudly, "How is it? I am a competent mother, right? I have the information of the eight teachers in your class."
Wen Liang was about to go crazy. He looked at Ding Mei and didn't know what to say. After a while, he asked, "Where did you get it from? And it's so detailed?"
Ding Mei laughed and said, "I have a sister whose husband works in the Education Bureau. I asked him many times and finally got it yesterday. Son, I am concerned about your growth. It will definitely be beneficial to have a good relationship with your teacher." In the future, teachers' mobile phone numbers will be given to each parent. In this era, it is more subtle. If you ask a teacher's address in person, the answer you usually get is that we will take good care of your child, and you don't need to ask where your home is, and so on. As for landlines, teachers generally cannot afford to install them. Occasionally, a few of them have installed telephones, but they can't find out.
So Wen Liang remembered that Si Yajing mentioned tutoring, and wanted to make up a story to fool his mother. Ding Mei was carefree and simple-minded, and Wen Liang thought she was easy to fool. However, he didn't expect that the greatness of maternal love surpassed all conspiracies and tricks!
Isn't this bullying? If I had known there was such a secret weapon earlier, telling a lie about getting lost would be better than taking extra classes!
Wen Liang smiled and said, "Mom, there are many ways to care about me, such as giving me a chicken drumstick every day..."
Ding Mei seemed to have a quarrel with Wen Liang tonight. She coughed and went to make a phone call. Wen Liang begged: "It's so late, everyone is asleep, you can call tomorrow."
"Who knows if I will still remember this tomorrow? No, you often come home late recently and don't do your homework. I must find out where you have been. Let me tell you, if you dare to lie to me, humph, don't think I won't spank you just because you are old enough!"
Wen Liang watched helplessly as the phone call was dialed. From childhood to adulthood, Ding Mei was the one who doted on him the most, but she was also the one who could control him the most. When Wen Liang reasoned with her, she acted like a spoiled brat. When Wen Liang played spoiled with her, she acted even spoiled more than Wen Liang. It was simply that one thing could defeat another!
"Hello, is this Mr. Si? Sorry to bother you so late at night. I'm Wen Liang's parent. Yes, I'm his mother... It's like this, Wen Liang just came back and said that you've been tutoring him these past few days. Thank you so much!"
Wen Liang lay on Ding Mei's back, listening to the voice on the phone. Si Yajing paused for a moment, as if she could hear suppressed laughter coming from the microphone. The soft voice was like a string of silk, ringing crisply: "Well, it's nothing. Wen Liang is smart and serious. He will definitely be admitted to a good university in the future. I'm just trying to be nice. You're welcome."
Wen Liang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Teacher Si, you are so loyal. I will definitely not burn your skirt when doing experiments again.
Ding Mei hung up the phone and scratched her hair in confusion. Based on her absolute understanding of Wen Liang, there was something wrong with his tone when he spoke just now, so he must have lied. But the teacher would not help him hide it. Did this kid really go to study
"Good son, you have ambition! Study hard, get into a good university in the future, become a high-ranking official after graduation, and help your mother find a good job. Don't be like your father, who has no skills and made me suffer in the agricultural machinery factory."
Wen Liang did not know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "When I become a high-ranking official, you can enjoy a leisurely life. Why do you still need a job? Also, Mom, can you stop blaming everything on my dad?" In fact, the trouble at the agricultural machinery factory was caused by Wen Liang, but Wen Huaiming took the blame and was scolded by Ding Mei.
Ding Mei muttered a few more words, then suddenly remembered something and said, "This afternoon, a few people went to your Uncle Li's store to cause trouble, saying that drinking Qinghe soy milk gave him diarrhea and vomiting, and that they wanted Shengli to pay for his medical expenses, and that if he didn't pay, they would expose him on TV or something."
As long as he wasn't confronting Ding Mei head-on, Wen Liang was much calmer and asked, "Well, what's going on?"
"They are just a few hooligans on the street. They saw that the soy milk shop was doing a booming business, so they wanted to come and take advantage of it. I heard from Shengli that when he ran a restaurant before, there were often people like this coming to cause trouble. But this time the trouble was more serious. When they left, they even threatened to close the shop if he didn't pay compensation." This kind of atmosphere has always been the case in Qingzhou City. Everyone is used to it. If you open a store and there are no hooligans coming to cause trouble, it means that your business is not good enough.
This theory is actually common in many industries!
"Hmm? It's okay, don't worry, mom." Wen Liang comforted Ding Mei casually, but in his heart he was wondering if this was accidental or inevitable? If he came to collect money as Ding Mei said, then it would be a small matter; if he came to cause trouble on purpose, then it was very likely that Wei Gang was the one who did it.
Xu Fuyan had advertised Qinghe Soy Milk, so the industrial and commercial, tax, health and other departments would have to be blind to cause trouble for the store. So Wen Liang didn't take Wei Gang's threat to close the soy milk shop seriously. Unexpectedly, this guy used such despicable means.
This is also a small matter. Both Liu Tianlai and An Baoqing are experts in handling such matters. It is not difficult to make those gangsters kneel down in front of the door and apologize with just one phone call.
"What's going on? This time you must ask your dad to find someone to help Shengli. Forget it, it's no use telling you these things. But there is one interesting thing. During this period of time, every afternoon around five o'clock, there is always a very beautiful girl who comes to the soy milk shop to help. She greets customers, collects money, serves dishes, sweeps the floor, and does everything. She is very diligent. She only stays for more than an hour and then leaves. I sometimes go and sometimes don't, so I have only seen her a few times. But the girl is really pretty, like the people on TV. I asked your uncle Li, and he said that she is a friend's child who came here to work and study to experience life, but I don't think she is."
Wen Liang broke out in a cold sweat after hearing this. Who is this
(Well, the words in brackets are not charged. I will write as much as I can in the main text, and I will not deliberately deduct words. Each chapter will generally have about 100 to 200 more words, so please feel free to read.