It's not to be cruel, she did what she said, and she would leave after taking the bag.
"do not-"
Zhou Chi leaped forward and dragged the corner of Shen Hou's skirt.
"Say or not?"
"… Say!"
Shen Wei turned his feet, sat next to him, and assumed a posture of patiently listening.
Zhou Chi closed his hand with a sullen expression: "The group of gangsters united to drug a little girl. I caught him right there, but it didn’t happen. He has been in the bar for two consecutive weeks to find trouble, but today is the first one. Hands-on."
"Bar?" Shen Hou caught the key information, his brows tightened fiercely.
"Ok."
"This is what you call a new job?"
Zhou Chi nodded boredly.
Shen Hou glanced at him, "Which one?"
"Night Paris."
"Being a duck?"
Zhou Chi's cheeks flushed, and he coughed: "You, you, you... Don't talk nonsense! I'm just a dish-handler! No, I won't do that kind of business!"
"Heh, would you like me to praise you for being clean?"
"... That's not necessary."
Shen Wei got up and walked to the window, his eyes cast into the distance, but he didn't expect to go round and round or have something to do with "Night Paris". In her previous life, she worked as a beer girl, and in this life, she changed Zhou Chi as a waiter.
Perhaps this is the magic of destiny, there will always be entanglements, piles and piles are all similar.
"Quit," Shen Hou said lightly, but his eyes showed seriousness, "That kind of work is not for you."
Zhou Chi looked confused.
"Why, reluctant?"
"I want to resign after getting into the gang, but I signed a long contract before, and I have to work for half a year. Otherwise, I have to pay liquidated damages."
"How many?"
Zhou Chi stretched out two fingers, "Two, one hundred thousand."
"..."
"Swear if you want."
Shen Hou sneered: "Are you stupid? You dare to sign such an unequal treaty?! I'm afraid your half-year salary does not add up to 200,000 yuan!"
Zhou Chi was scolded and lost his temper completely: "I didn't think so much at the time... What should I do now?"
Shen Hou pondered for a moment, "Let this one go beforehand and accompany me to Beihai tomorrow. This is a ticket."
"Go to Beihai? What do you do?"
"See Yi Hong."
"You want to see him?!" Zhou Chi widened his eyes, "but... Didn't you just let me cut off contact some time ago?"
"One time and another time."
Zhou Chi struggled for a moment, and tentatively said: "Can I ask a question?"
"Say."
"Why do you see him?"
"I receive interest."
…
"It hurts! It hurts! You light it up!" Zhou Chi was tight, and his small, resentful eyes looked straight at the woman.
"Hold it up." Shen Hou pressed the band-aid on, and calmly used a little force to make sure that it was tight before closing his hand.
Yesterday, she helped Zhou Chi deal with the wound before leaving.
Unexpectedly, when I saw it at the airport today, the gauze on his forehead was still there, but the band-aid on the corner of his mouth was torn.
Zhou Chi took out the mirror and took a photo: "It's really ugly."
"Is that lump of bruises beautiful on the corner of your mouth?"
"..."
At a quarter past 12 noon, the plane landed at Beihai Airport on time.
It is estimated that the journey will take up to three days, so Shen Hun did not bring much luggage, only a small suitcase. Zhou Chi is more casual, put two clothes into a backpack, and then bring a computer and some cash, and it's done!
"Last time you said you were writing a small game?"
"Yeah." Zhou Chi nodded.
"Did you make it?"
"It's still debugging and perfect function."
"When will I experience it?" Shen Hou raised his eyebrows.
"Anytime." He said, handing her the phone.
Shen Hou took it, swiped his fingertips, and found an app with a fox logo, "This?"