The Rice Pot Next Door

Chapter 3: Works related (3)

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I am accustomed to glance at all my classmates before starting class and observe their mental outlook. He didn't pay attention to anyone before, but this time, he immediately saw the blue shirt sitting in the last row and her comrades.

Qiao Feng felt that they might have come to seek revenge. In the case of buying a car before, he didn't mean to complain about the blue shirt-he was not that boring. However, the final result was the same anyway, if she really came to seek revenge, he would not be able to argue.

These are not important, it is important to go to class first.

A few words summarized the content of the previous class, and Qiao Feng began to teach this class. His voice is very nice, as gentle as jade, as clear as a spring, like a lotus wind sending incense, like bamboo dew dripping. Although he couldn't understand a word of what he said, Lanshan couldn't understand a word, but the voice alone made people very intoxicated.

Tsk tut, it's really the best.

The blue shirt supported his chin and looked at him seriously. This expression and action are no different from other girls, but in Qiao Feng's eyes, she is more eye-catching, probably because she has caused a greater psychological shadow on him.

Fortunately, Professor Qiao had a good psychological quality and finished the class under pressure.

Lanshan swears, she really did her best. She is a liberal arts student, and her peak in physics was the sophomore year of the high school exam. She was ecstatic after taking a B exam. Now let her listen to such a tall thing, or start listening halfway, if she can understand it, there will be ghosts. This class seemed to her to be inseparable from the Buddhist scriptures, and the people who had to recite the scriptures had a good voice, leaving her with a little fun.

After class, Lanshan and Little Rape went to the podium to block Qiao's wind.

Well, what should come is always coming. Qiao Feng calmly packed his shoulder bag and said, "Let's go out and talk." He didn't want to make trouble in the classroom.

The three walked on the campus at night. The bright street lights stretched, shortened and lengthened the figure of people. On both sides of the road, early waking peach blossoms quietly bloomed, and the breeze passed by, and the shadows of the flowers appeared. The students passed by slowly on bicycles, or walked in groups, talking and laughing.

Lanshan was in a daze and found back the careless and worry-free college time.

Professor Qiao’s popularity in this school is obvious, and many students along the way greet him. Lanshan knows that in such a school, there are an endless stream of big cows and calves. The reason why everyone knows Professor Qiao is mostly because of the face...

There was silence between the three. Qiao Feng could not speak without speaking, and Little Rape didn't dare to speak. At this time, he could only rely on the blue shirt to invigorate the atmosphere.

"Professor Joe, what exactly is'quantum'?" Lanshan asked, she was really curious.

Qiao Feng tried to explain as simple and easy to understand as possible, "This concept was proposed by Planck at the beginning. In the microscopic world, energy is not continuous, but one by one. It has a smallest unit and cannot be divided. This smallest unit is called the “energy quantum”, or “quantum” for short. Later studies have found that not only energy, but other physical quantities are also quantized. This is contrary to Newton’s classical mechanics system."

Lanshan actually understood part of it, and she suddenly said, "Ah, it's the same as money. The smallest is one cent. If you want to spend half a cent on something, you will be beaten by others."

Qiao Feng nodded.

Lanshan touched his chin, "I thought quantum is a kind of particle at first."

Little rape said, "Better than me, I thought it was a Japanese woman at first."

Qiao Feng was a little uncertain, "Are you telling a joke now?" He always couldn't figure out the smile of a normal person, so now out of courtesy considerations, should he cooperate with a smile

Little rape felt that she should be despised by the great god.

Looking at the hot spot now, Lanshan said, "Professor Qiao, we are here this time to solemnly apologize to you. The previous incident was really a misunderstanding." There is no way to explain this misunderstanding. Can't tell him directly that we treat you as an inflatable doll, right? I will be beaten...

Qiao Feng is a person who eats soft but not hard. Now that the other party pulls his face down to apologize, he feels that they are actually good. In response to the friend's friendliness, he offered to invite them to his office for a cup of tea.

This is the rhythm that is willing to make peace. Little rape is very happy, there is a door!

The two followed Qiao Feng briskly to his office. Although Qiao Feng is young, his title is associate professor and he already has his own independent office. A nameplate hung at the door of the office with his job title and name on it.

Seeing the words "Qiao Feng", the blue shirt suddenly roused his spirit, instantly enlightened and realized.

She looked at him sullenly, "Are you Qiao Feng?"

"right."

"Wu Wen is your brother?"

"Yes."

Bang!

Little rape was stunned. What's the situation with me? The blue shirt hit Professor Joe!

After the blue shirt hit the man, he turned and left.

Little Rape swayed between "work" and "girlfriend", and decisively ran over to keep up with the blue shirt.

"Blue shirt, what the hell is going on!"

Walking out of this office building, the blue shirt's mood gradually cooled down when the night wind blew outside. She helped her forehead and shook her head, "Little Rape, I'm sorry, my sister couldn't hold back it for a while." She was originally an irritable temper, that is, when she pretended to be a grandson with a client, she could suppress it, other times... Haha.

Little Rape gently tugged at the corner of her clothes, "Blue shirt, what's the matter?"

"Just him, complain about my neurosis."

Little Cole came to understand, "Is that so? That's a good fight, behind the scenes, badass!"

"You said that even if he hit me face to face, I would admit it, why must he avenge his personal revenge," Lan Shan said, regretting it, "I was going to help you today, but it turned out like this."

"It's okay," Little Rape waved her hand, wanting to move away, "I didn't have any hope for things that the eldest sister can't handle. Anyway, she won't really kill me."

Lanshan couldn't help touching her head, "That's OK, this time it's not good for me. Next time I have the opportunity to go through fire and water, I must leave it to me first."

"Virtue!"

***

When Lanshan returned home, he was still a little irritable. Once a person becomes irritable, everything is not going well, even opening a lock is strenuous.

She held the key and pressed it into the keyhole, but couldn't insert it anyway. It's weird, and I was fine when I went out!

As he was trying hard to plug in, Lan Shan suddenly heard a gentle voice behind him saying, "I'm going to call the police."

The blue shirt turned around in fright. She saw Qiao Feng standing not far away, holding his shoulder bag with one hand and copying it in his pocket with the other. Under the orange corridor lamp, he looked calm, even a little idle, as if the black green on his eyes was just a birthmark.

Hearing his calm warning, Lanshan became angry, "Are you sick? You chased me all the way to say this to me? Do you know how to threaten people? Hold back It took a long time to remember to call the police? Your reflex arc is long enough!"

"My reflex arc is not long."

Lanshan was so angry that he scratched his hair, "Where is the neuropathy? I said you didn't go home at night, why are you following me?" At this point, Lanshan suddenly became alert. This pervert is simply following her! He wants to remember her home address, and then launch a long-term revenge!

The blue shirt was a little scared thinking about this. No matter how arrogant she is, she is still a girl. If she is really entangled by a man with a sick brain, she can hardly think of the consequences.

Lanshan leaned against the door, and pretended to pull the corner of his mouth easily, and smiled, "Do you think you have come home with me? I tell you, you guessed it wrong, this is not my home at all." As he said, still He shook his finger, his expression was quite confident.

"I know," Qiao Feng pursed his lips, "this is my home."

☆.8 Mr. Song

Lan Shan watched as Qiao Feng took out the key, unlocked, and entered the door. His movements were smooth.

She was a little embarrassed and scratched the wall bitterly. She had confessed to the wrong door just now, but she has been pressing the 303 door to open it when she is staying at 304. There will be ghosts if she can open it!

Ah, no, this is not the point. The point is how could he live in 303

… She doesn’t want to be neighbors with such freaks!

But there is no way, she has paid the rent for the whole year, and now she regrets it? The day lilies are cold!

Lanshan scratched the wall for a while, and finally rolled back to his house unwillingly.

She was a little tired, and didn't even want to talk to Xiao Raica about this matter. After the shower, she lay on the bed and played with her mobile phone.

QQ Weibo and WeChat are the three treasures of mobile phones and must be checked every day. Lanshan clearly distinguishes these three things. QQ is all friends, whether they are friends or netizens in reality; Weibo is used to complain every day and is a private domain; WeChat is mainly used to contact customers.

Quit QQ, she went to Weibo. Her Weibo name is very literary, and it's called "Lights Dispirited". The content of Weibo is not literary. For example, this one:

What to do, my neighbor is mentally retarded! so afraid! ! !

The picture below is a husky rolling his eyes and drooling.

After posting this Weibo, Lanshan has a kind of inexplicable pride, as if she cursed in secret like this, Qiao Feng really became drooling and mentally retarded. This is the ancestral spiritual victory method.

After exiting Weibo, Lanshan clicked on WeChat again. Well, there is a friend application, the name is a string of English. Although I don't know who he/she is, Lanshan accepts it without hesitation. Anyway, her WeChat ID is used to sell cars.

Lanshan was thinking about how to say hello to this person, but he spoke first over there.

Arlen: Still not asleep

Blue shirt and black thread, am I familiar with you...

According to Lanshan's experience, this kind of strange name, strange profile picture, incomplete information, and most of them are lonely wretched men who add you at night and ask if they are asleep. She didn't even want to reply: Handsome guy, we only make appointments for cars and not for guns.

A string of ellipsis was posted over there.

Lanshan thought that the conversation was over, but he sent another message.

Arlen: This is Song Zicheng.

Song Zicheng? Song Zicheng! Is it Song Zicheng who knew the general manager and didn't want to buy a car and teased her

I really want to black out...

In any case, this person knew the general manager, and Lan Shan did not dare to neglect, and returned a string of smiles. She really didn't expect Song Zicheng to take the initiative to add her WeChat, but she didn't even save his mobile phone number.

Song Zicheng quietly replied: You have a good professional ethics.

Lanshan was a little embarrassed. The sentence she sent out just now seemed a little sturdy? Some words to an unfamiliar wretched man said that there is no pressure, but people you know just...

But having said that, the two of them are not familiar anyway.

The blue shirt tugged with him for a while, then said that he was sleepy, and said goodnight to each other.

Song Zicheng didn't mention watching the car. But Lanshan thought about it. His only motivation for adding her WeChat was to watch the car, so she was not in a hurry and watched slowly.

***

On the second day of work, the sales office will count the customers who have birthdays on that day as usual, and the relevant sales staff will claim them and send birthday wishes. This is a practice, which reflects the company's human care for customers.

Lanshan saw Song Zicheng's name in the birthday form. She said happy birthday to him on WeChat and also posted a picture of a big cake.

How sincere, Lanshan couldn't help giving himself a compliment.

Song Zicheng did not reply to her. Lanshan didn't take it seriously, so he took the phone and went out to do customer development. She has been in this industry long enough and has accumulated some customer resources, so the pressure to find new customers is not as great as that of newcomers.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, Lanshan had just finished talking with someone, and was swaying outside when he suddenly received a call with an unfamiliar number.

"Hey?"

"thanks."

Blue shirt: "..."

Inexplicably, it must be a wrong number. Lanshan said politely, "Sir, you made the wrong call." After waiting for two seconds, there was no answer, Lanshan hung up the phone.

After a while, that number actually called again. The blue shirt was a little impatient, but still took it, "Hello?"

"it's me."

… Who are you!

Lanshan felt that this person was either a narcissist and felt that the whole world should know him, or he was a phone scammer with ulterior motives. She snorted inwardly and asked politely, "Who are you?"

He was silent again. The phone speaker became blank, and there was a faint and regular sound of air movement, which should be his breathing. Blue Shirt listened to the faint voice through the phone, and felt that it was like a sea wave far away in the sky, hitting her eardrums in waves. Obviously it was just a little Ruoyuowu voice, but she seemed to feel the dissatisfaction rushing over her face.

So the blue shirt felt something was wrong.

"I'm Song Zicheng." His voice was tense, as if he was gritting his molars.

The blue shirt is not embarrassing. She failed to recognize Song Zicheng on the initiative again, which was too much. But I can't blame her, I thought he didn't have a strong intention to buy a car before, and she never saved his number.

"Mr. Song," Lan Shan tried his best to make his voice cheerful and brisk, "Sorry, sorry, your phone number was not saved before the phone broke, it shouldn't be. Well, today is your birthday, happy birthday! "

She finally understood what the initial "thank you" meant.

Song Zicheng was not fooled by her, he asked with a smile, "Blue Shirt, how many times have I been ignored by you?"

"President Song, I was wronged! How dare I ignore you, there is a reason for this. You adults don't remember the villain, don't be familiar with me, hehehehe."

The salesman has a thick skin, and being a grandson with a low profile is a housekeeping skill. Song Zicheng knows their general manager and her client, so it’s not wrong for the blue shirt to hold him a little bit.

Song Zicheng asked suddenly, "Where are you?"

Lanshan didn't want to answer, "I'm in Sanyuanqiao."

"I'm also at Sanyuanqiao."

Today, a few friends celebrated Song Zicheng's birthday. After eating and drinking enough, they went to a KTV near Sanyuan Bridge to sing. Song Zicheng asked Lan Shan if he wanted to come over and sit down.

In Lanshan's impression of Song Zicheng, this person has a cold personality, doesn't talk much, and doesn't like politeness. He asked her if she wanted to go there. This was an invitation in disguise.

Of course the blue shirt doesn't want to go there...

But if you don't want to go, you have to go, he has spoken, it is not easy to save his face. For someone’s birthday, she personally went over to express her feelings, and she also checked her favorability by the way, so that he coaxed him well, and maybe she bought her car.

Time is relatively short, and the blue shirt is too late to prepare gifts. If you buy one casually, it might as well not buy it. So she went empty-handed.

***

After Song Zicheng came out of the bathroom and returned to the box, he drove the two people sitting next to him aside. There are about ten in a house, except for two girls, they are basically all sent to children by him. He returned to China not long ago. This is his first birthday after returning to China. The big guys are a little hilarious.

After being driven away, a slender-eyed boy sat back next to him, clasped his shoulders and smiled and asked, "Brother Cheng, tell the truth, why don't you leave? You, are you? Hiccup," he continued with a burp, "Is there something better?"

Song Zicheng raised his eyebrows and spoke straightforwardly, "Jar, if you divide it, you divide it. If you don't mind that I used it, you can chase her any way you want, I definitely don't think too much."

The jar held a finger in the air and sighed, "It's so heartless, so heartless!" His hand suddenly fell, and his voice dropped a little bit, "She... eyes higher than the top, how can I look at me? ."

Song Zicheng patted him on the shoulder and patched it up, "You are at least qualified to be a spare tire."

Lan Shan pushed open the door of the box and saw Song Zicheng sitting in the middle of the sofa at a glance. He is the birthday star today. Although he does not sing, he still occupies the most central position.

The people in the box are all looking at the blue shirts.

She came out in work clothes, her coat in her hand was not worn. Burgundy chiffon shirt and black trousers, five cm black patent leather high heels. The outfit is simple and capable. The color of the shirt highlights the feminine temperament of women, and the heel height is moderate, which can highlight the slender and straight legs without putting too much pressure on people.

Seeing everyone watching her, Lanshan smiled openly and walked over to Song Zicheng to sit down.

From the moment she walked in and sat down, the eyes of the jar never left the blue shirt. He suddenly said to Song Zicheng, "No wonder you will break up with Luolu as soon as you come back. I'll just say, it turns out already—"

Song Zicheng squinted at him.

Jar immediately shut up and smiled.

Lanshan heard something wrong, and she felt that she had to explain, "This gentleman, you have misunderstood, I am the gold sales consultant of XX Automobile, and Song is always our customer." Then, she took out her business card and handed it over. .

From the clothes of the people in this room and the wine they drank, the blue shirts could also tell that they were all rich people. It just so happens that I can promote myself by inserting needles, maybe I will get one or two customers.

Jardin looked at Song Zicheng suspiciously, "Trap! You still buy a car, don't you just..." He stopped suddenly, looked down at the blue shirt's business card, and then seemed to have discovered New World, "Hey, hey! Cheng Ge, this Yes-"

Song Zicheng took a bottle of beer that was opened and poked it heavily on the table. boom!

The jar was so close that he was taken aback and stopped decisively.

Song Zicheng glanced at the jar, "Do you drink it yourself or should I pour you?"

Knowing that he was speechless, the jar obediently picked up the bottle and drank.

Lan Shan slapped him on the side to cheer him up.

A small bottle of beer is more than two hundred milliliters, which is only one cup, and the jar quickly drank. After he finished drinking, he smiled at the blue shirt, "Beauty, don't you have one?"

Lanshan has a good amount of alcohol, but she doesn't like to drink with clients, but Song Zicheng's drink is inevitable. She picked up a bottle of beer that had just been opened, "Happy birthday, Mr. Song! I wish you a prosperous start and a bright future every year!"

Song Zicheng seemed quite satisfied, he nodded and touched the wine bottle with her.

Lanshan was quite sincere, "Mr. Song, I'm doing it, you are free." As he said, he lifted his neck slightly while copying the wine bottle, just like drinking mineral water.

The jar took the lead and applauded, and the people in the room followed suit.

Song Zicheng held the wine bottle and kept squinting at the blue shirt. The light in the private room was a bit dim, shining on her face, adding a sense of mystery. As the liquor in the bottle decreased, her head upwards gradually increased, and in the end she almost showed her entire neck in front of Song Zicheng. Song Zicheng regarded this as an invitation, his gaze shifted without evasiveness, patrolling between her beautiful neck, watching her throat fall and fall with the swallowing motion.

Finally, his gaze slid to her chest.

Although her shirt is looser and the neckline is tightly stitched, the fabric is lighter and close-fitting, so the lines on her chest are clear and full.

Song Zicheng's gaze only naturally slipped a circle, and then quickly returned to Lanshan's face.

After the blue shirt finished drinking, he wiped his mouth with a tissue. She saw that Song Zicheng was still holding the wine in the same posture just now, and she had a sip of the wine in the bottle, so she was a little bit contemptuous. This person is also stingy.

She concealed this contempt well, but who Song Zicheng was, she couldn't guess her thoughts. He chuckled lightly, brought the mouth of the wine bottle to his lips, and drank slowly.

Lanshan was a little dazed, mainly because she didn't expect him to laugh.

Song Zicheng looked at the blue shirt while drinking. Due to the angle, his eyes were half-closed, and he seemed to be drunk hazy. Under the colorful and dim rainbow light, his eyes reflected blurred light. I don't know if it was an illusion, Lanshan always felt that those eyes seemed to have a faint smile.

From beginning to end, although he was drinking, his attention was always on her. He stared at her like this, gaze like spider silk, clinging to her reluctantly.

The blue shirt was a little awkward, covering his mouth and coughing lightly. She was quite surprised. It was obviously a provocation, but this guy made it like a provocation. This, this, does not seem to be compatible with his cold and narcissistic temperament...

☆, 9 Cengfan

Under the enthusiastic self-introduction of the other party, Lanshan learned that the buddy next to Song Zicheng was called Lu Xifeng and his nickname was Tanzi, because people who played mahjong liked to call Xifeng "tanzi".

Regardless of whether it is a big name or a nickname, Lanshan feels that this is not like it was taken by his father.

Tanzi always feels that there should be something between Brother Cheng and this big beauty. For this reason, he has ulterior motives for the two of them to sing a duet love song, "Love in Hiroshima."

After cutting the song, Tan Zi passed the microphone to Song Zicheng. Song Zicheng did not refuse.

Lanshan refused to pick up the microphone, "Is this a Japanese song? I don't know how to sing it." She was a little annoyed, so she made it clear, and she kept trying to force people to play ambiguously. Is it interesting!

Juzi thinks this woman is so complicated, and she is so straightforward when she drinks, so that she can sing a song like a little girl, which is the opposite of Luoluo.

It seems that Song Zicheng has become more talkative since drinking with Lanshan. He held the microphone and looked at her sideways, his eyes were so soft, "Then what can you sing?"

"I can sing a birthday song." Lanshan replied proudly.

Song Zicheng was noncommittal.

Lanshan stretched out her hand and gestured a number, "In six languages." She wasn't bragging. When dealing with people, you always need to practice small practical skills.

The jar was also intrigued as soon as he heard it, and before Song Zicheng could speak, he went to order a birthday song.

A multi-language mixed version of the birthday song cheered the audience, and the blue shirt sang happily and stood up excitedly. She felt that she was like a big star at a solo concert, and she felt that beauty in her heart.

Being smug, the box door was suddenly pushed open, and a girl who was obviously not a waiter walked in. The girl had a stern face and looked unfriendly.

The blue shirt stopped and looked at the girl carefully, only to find that she was pretty. The face is very small, the eyebrows are exquisite, the hairstyle is a must-have for the black, long and straight goddess, she drapes softly on her shoulders, and the dress she wears looks like Chanel's. It shouldn't be a high imitation... The blue shirt is not very good at identifying this.

Out of professional instinct, Lanshan smiled at her.

She just ignored the blue shirt, walked to Song Zicheng, and said to him across the coffee table, "Alin, happy birthday."

Lanshan thought, Song Zicheng's nickname was A Lin.

Song Zicheng looked calm, only glanced at her, and replied, "Thank you, Su Luo."

The blue shirt understands. Just now I heard from the jar that Song Zicheng broke up with a man named "Luoluo", and it was probably the girl in front of him. See what this means, this is because of love and hate deliberately looking for unhappy

Lanshan was standing next to Song Zicheng now. She didn't want to be caught in the flames of their war, so she quickly put down the microphone and hid her aside.

Secretly thanking her for her wit, Lanshan glanced at her inadvertently and found that Song Zicheng was looking at her.

cough…

Su Luo sat beside Song Zicheng. Lanshan is far away from them now. Under the music background of the cheerful birthday song, she can't hear what they are saying at all. She only knows that after a few words, the jar is going to order a song again.

I ordered an English song, and it was the first time that Blue Shirt heard it. Su Luo's voice is gentle and sweet, and he sings this song with a sad and bitter taste, which is quite nice.

The blue shirt couldn't help but feel a little moved. I can see that the girl has no more feelings for Song Zicheng, and I don't know why the two are divided. It's a pity that they are a match made by men and women.

Su Luo finished singing a song, cleared his throat, and said, "Song Zicheng, I wish you to fall in love with someone who will never love you. It is painful and unable to extricate yourself."

Song Zicheng twisted his eyebrows. He picked up the microphone and replied, "Thank you. But to disappoint you, this kind of thing won't happen to me."

Su Luo dropped the microphone and ran out of the box.

Lanshan thought to herself, she ran in such a hurry, probably because she couldn't help crying... I sighed again, love...

The jar was a little restless, and kept looking towards the door.

Song Zicheng said, "Hurry up if you want to chase it. Why?"

Jar chuckled, got up and chased it out.

Lan Shan watched the scene accidentally, she didn't want to stay anymore, and quickly said goodbye to Song Zicheng. Song Zicheng wants to drive her off. Lanshan rejected his kindness on the grounds that it is not suitable to drive while drunk.

***

After returning home from get off work, Lanshan saw Qiao Feng again downstairs. It's really a narrow road.

Qiao Feng took out a bottle of fresh milk from the milk box with his house number, and then locked the milk box. When he turned around, he also saw the blue shirt.

Lanxian smiled and said, "Oh, haven't weaned yet?"

Qiao Feng obviously didn't want to talk too much with Lanshan. He stood there and wanted to wait for Lanshan to pass.

However, the blue shirt also stopped moving and stood in a stalemate with him.

Qiao Feng had no choice but to walk away. The blue shirt followed him unhurriedly. She saw the reflection on the glass door and realized that this kid was not short. She was one meter and seven feet tall, wearing high heels of five centimeters, and she was a bit shorter than him.

Qiao Feng was silent all the way, like a little daughter-in-law who was angered by a rogue tail and then dared not speak. Lanshan thought it was a lot of fun, and she whistled behind him as the two climbed the stairs.

Qiao Feng: "..."

He was a little helpless, stopped and turned around and said, "What do you want?"

Lanshan was two steps lower than him, she folded her chest and raised her head, looking at him against the light. Because of the light problem, his face is not very clear, except for the dark black green on the left eye socket, which is particularly obvious. The blue shirt raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Do you feel that you are innocent and wronged by the punch?" Before Qiao Feng could answer, she said, "I still think I was wronged by your complaint, do you know? I know, now that everyone in our company knows that I sexually harassed male clients, who do you think I should talk to to make sense?" The blue shirt is not exaggerating, and I don't know which one of the things spread. Later, the general manager also found out and talked to her. Fortunately, Wu Wen had already withdrawn the complaint at that time.

She stretched her hands, "Is there something you can't talk to me in person? Or you can scold me on the phone, why do you have to take such an extreme method?"

Qiao Feng shook his head, "I didn't complain to you."

Lan Shan sneered, "Could it be that I was sexually harassing the second fool in the east of the village?"

Condescendingly, Qiao Feng said lightly, "There is indeed a fool who wants to pick up my pants."

I can't see that this little noodles mouth is quite powerful. Blue shirt akimbo, just about to reply, Qiao Feng said again, "But I didn't mean to complain to you. I just took a return call and asked to terminate the contract and state the reason. Your customer service did not ask whether to complain or not. My opinion. In addition, your entire company knows about this. Obviously, the confidentiality work of your customer service department is not good enough to blame others."

When arguing, I was most afraid that this kind of thinking would be clear and well-founded. Lanshan couldn't refute it for a while, so I had to say, "Anyway, I was complained because of what you said. It's a fact."

She thought he would continue to argue, even say something vicious, but he answered calmly, "It is true, anyway, the result has been caused. I solemnly apologize to you, I'm sorry."

The blue shirt opened his mouth, this has become too fast, right

That's how you deal with people. The other party shows enough kindness first, so you won't be able to put on airs. The blue shirt waved his hand, "Forget it, I have something wrong."

Qiao Feng nodded in agreement.

Blue Shirt couldn't figure it out a little bit, "You really don't know why I want... Um, take your pants?"

He answered fluently, "Because you covet my beauty."

I have never seen narcissism like this... Blue shirt rolled his eyes and said, "Yes, yes, I just covet your beauty. I'll tell you, sister, I'm not dying. I can't figure out what to do. It's time to do it again. You have to be careful."

Qiao Feng looked at her in surprise and seriously considered the truthfulness of these words. Finally he thought, even if it was true, given the difference in physique between the two, she would not succeed.

Seeing him thoughtfully, his blue shirt full of black lines, he actually believed it.

In any case, the two have made peace, although the atmosphere is still a bit subtle, after all, everyone is not familiar. They went up to the third floor together, first passed Qiao Feng's house, Qiao Feng took the key to open the door, and Lanshan said goodbye to him.

When Qiao Feng opened the door, a burst of fragrance seemed to be a monster trapped in a magic bottle. At this moment, he finally lost his restraint and ran out with his teeth and claws.

Lanshan took a deep breath, and suddenly couldn't walk. This is the taste of stewed fish, and now the heat is sufficient, the aroma molecules of the seasoning have penetrated into the fish meat, into the bones. The fresh fragrance of the fish is elegant, the freshness of the food when freshly cooked, and the special mellow and thick stew, they are completely integrated together, and come to the face, just like the essence.

Lanshan moved involuntarily and followed Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng looked at her warily. If she doesn't go back to her home, and what to do with him, is she really so anxious that she will come back to tease him so soon

That's enough...

Lanshan rubbed the tip of his nose with his knuckles, and asked knowingly, "Where is your fish stew?"

Qiao Feng nodded.

"Your mother did it? Your girlfriend?"

"I do it by myself."

Lanshan sniffed exaggeratedly, looking intoxicated, "It's so fragrant." While talking, she peeked at Qiao Feng, and she was a little embarrassed to see him indifferent. I have done it this way obviously, you will die if you are polite!

Qiao Feng looked at her uncertainly, and in her eager anticipation, asked, "Are you trying to eat rice?"

"..." Do you have to ask so bluntly...

"It turns out that you are also shy," Qiao Feng was a little unbelievable, muttering to himself, "You have such a thick skin."

"..." God, take this nerve away! Just leave the fish!

Under the blue shirt's embarrassment and insistence on not leaving, Qiao Feng led her back to his home. He asked her to sit in the living room for a while, and he went to add two dishes.

Originally, in addition to stewed fish, Qiao Feng also fried lettuce with garlic oil and a sea rice and winter melon soup. Because there are not many dishes to eat alone, it is certainly not enough to entertain her.

Just before eating, Qiao Feng went downstairs to get some milk, and finally came back with a tail.

Blue Sweater sat on the sofa in the living room and glanced around. His living room is very clean, much larger than hers, and it's not one-bedroom, um, it doesn't seem to be two-bedrooms

Lanshan stretched his neck and studied the pattern of this place carefully, and found that it was a three-house.

She estimated the area of the house and quickly converted it into RMB, and then her cautious liver trembled.

Qiao Feng was embarrassed to keep her waiting. He fried a cucumber egg and another ginger dipping egg. Both dishes were very simple, and the total amount was less than ten minutes. The rice was steamed enough, because he planned to steam more to make fried rice tomorrow morning.

Lanshan helped him bring the food to the restaurant. She saw him pick up two medium-sized fish from the iron pan and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Qiao Feng was afraid that she would drop her mouth on it, and firmly walked into the restaurant with the plate by herself.

Lan Shan followed him with the bowl and chopsticks, and asked affectionately as he walked, "How did you make two at once? Did you invite me to taste it at first?"

Qiao Feng explained, "The other one is Schrodinger's."

"Who?"

"Schrodinger."

Lanshan thought the name was weird, "Who is that?" She put the dishes on the table, and suddenly saw a fat cat with yellow and white flowers squatting on the chair. The fat cat's fur is clean, smooth and shiny, and it looks like a good meal. Its eyes were really sharp, and at the moment it looked up at the blue shirt slightly, with a little contempt in its shiny eyes.

Qiao Feng pointed to the fat cat, "That's it."

Ah, it turned out to be a cat. Lanshan always felt that the weird name "Schrödinger" seemed to be inextricably linked to cats, but she couldn't understand what it was for a while.

Qiao Feng drove Schrodinger off the chair and let him eat his cat food.

Schrödinger refused to leave and hovered under the table. There was a fish belonging to him on the dinner table, but he was not reconciled.

The blue shirt stuck out his tongue, pretending not to see it. She sat down and was about to move her chopsticks, but Qiao Feng suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

Lan Shan was taken aback, "Do you want to thank God in advance?"

Qiao Feng shook his head, he brought a large clean plate, and half of the same dish was placed on the plate.

This is to share food? Blue shirt is a bit