Rebirth: If the school beauty is not sweet, why should I lick her?

Wu Xiaojun drove his Bentley around and around until he came to the gate of an old community.

The security guard was an old man with yellow teeth. He carefully registered the license plate with reading glasses and found that it was not a car from this community, so he asked him who he was looking for.

Wu Xiaojun reported a room number, and the old man manually lifted the barrier to let him in.

The old man didn't recognize the Bentley logo, but a bunch of locals in the community knew it, and they all looked surprised and envious.

Wu Xiaojun parked the car, Zhou Jiangnan got out tiredly, and the two walked to the third floor of an old and dilapidated building.

"Damn it, Director Chen lives here? It's really embarrassing."

Zhou Jiangnan cursed as he went upstairs. His legs were so weak now, all thanks to Qin Manxue, the witch.

Wu Xiaojun nodded and replied: "This is his father's hometown. When I was in the army, my comrades and I came here before."

"Tsk~ He is a loser who lives off his parents. After a divorce, he gave the house to the woman as compensation for the loss of youth. What a pure love behavior."

Zhou Jiangnan spitted with disdain and said earnestly: "Brother Jun, see, this is the end of being a bootlicker. In the end, you have nothing. That's why bootlickers don't get houses."

"Oh, boss, Mengge loves his wife, but he just met the wrong person. After all, people like his wife are just an exception..."

"Bah, we must be vigilant against a large number of exceptions!"

Zhou Jiangnan held the rusty iron railings. It was hard to imagine that a deputy director of public security with a heavy fist lived here. Not only did he work as a craftsman with tears streaming down his face every night, but he also dragged down his five-year-old son.

What a sin.

Wu Xiaojun also felt the same way. When Mengge was still a company commander in the army, he felt that his sister-in-law was not a good person when he got married. She was pretty, but her attitude was too high.

For so many years, Mengge has only favored her and served her diligently, but is she really worth a few dollars per pound?

Look at the boss, he is so carefree and carefree, with beauties one more beautiful than the other, and he is very good at controlling her.

Is it really not okay to be too good to someone?

"Alas, if God didn't give birth to him, Brother Chen Meng, he would have been licking for eternity like night."

Zhou Jiangnan sighed and finally stepped onto the corridor on the third floor.

The cement floor was visibly uneven, and I think the plasterer was also garbage.

Wu Xiaojun went to knock on the door.

The person who opened the door was an old man with frosted hair. Seeing his puzzled expression, he asked tiredly, "Young man, who are you looking for?"

Wu Xiaojun felt sad. Chen Meng's father was only about 60 years old. He looked very young when he came here, but now he has become so old after a few years.

I am afraid he is worried about his son.

"Uncle Chen, I am here to find my company commander Chen Meng. I am a soldier under his command."

Old man Chen turned his head and shouted to the room, "Da Mengzi, your friend is here to see you."

His shouting made Zhou Jiangnan, who was originally drowsy, suddenly excited. He couldn't help but think of the blogger in the broken station in the future who wanted to catch 985 and 211 graduates to work as laborers, so his mind was full of bad memories.

Chen Meng was on vacation today. He was doing kindergarten handicrafts for his son in the room. When he heard the shouting, he saw Zhou Jiangnan with a constipated face.

"Xiaojun, why are you here? What's Jiangnan's expression? Is he sick?"

"Sick, you're the most affectionate person in Jiangnan? This old and broken house, not to mention whether it's comfortable or not, I'm afraid that his subordinates will despise the gifts, and he's the director, baked duck."

Zhou Jiangnan started to talk nonsense, and Chen Meng couldn't refute it.

He welcomed the man into the house and said to a taciturn little boy: "Changsheng, this is the Uncle Zhou that Dad told you about. He will be your godfather from now on. Kneel down and kowtow, and call him godfather."

The little boy knelt down and kowtowed obediently, shouting: "Godfather."

Zhou Jiangnan staggered and almost vomited blood.

My passionate horse, I'm only in my early twenties, and I have an adopted son?

That's fine, but can the name be changed?

It always feels awkward to call him godfather. This word can only be reserved for young beauties in the future.

Calling him godfather always feels like a bad omen. What if this kid turns rebellious someday and suddenly kills me with a halberd? It would be unfair.

It’s better to call him uncle.

Yes, call him Uncle Nan.

I, Zhou Corleone, will be a good godfather. It will sound so domineering when Chen Changsheng says he has a godfather uncle.

Zhou Jiangnan smiled and touched Chen Changsheng’s head, saying kindly: “Get up, calling godfather doesn’t sound good, just call me Uncle Nan.”

“Uncle Nan.”

“Okay, Uncle Nan is very happy. I will give you a big red envelope and take you to KFC later.”

As a child, he likes to eat puffed food the most. When Chen Changsheng heard the three words KFC, he cheered instantly.

Mr. Chen, who had been confused for a long time,Finally, he couldn't help it and asked, "Da Mengzi, this is your friend. Why does he want to be Changsheng's godfather?"

"It's the good friend I told you about last time, Lin'an University student, and the boss of Xunda Group, Zhou Jiangnan."

"Oh, that's good, that's good, young man, sit down, I'll make tea for you."

The old man had obviously heard of Xunda Group, and even more so of the relationship between Zhou Jiangnan and Chen Meng, and he was relieved instantly.

He went to the kitchen to boil water and make tea, and Zhou Jiangnan looked around the house.

It was an old and dilapidated house with two bedrooms and a living room. There was a black and white photo hanging on the wall of the living room. It must be Chen Meng's mother who died young.

There was a desk in one room, which must be the bedroom of Chen Meng and his son.

Old curtains, mottled wall skin...

Tsk tsk, even dogs would shake their heads when they saw it.

The deputy director had gotten to this point, so he might as well find a tree to hang himself.

Chen Meng looked at her expression and said awkwardly: "Our conditions are just like this, we can't compare with your big boss."

Zhou Jiangnan was furious: "I don't want to see a licking dog around me. If that woman comes back to remarry you in the future, you are not my brother if you agree!"

Wu Xiaojun also nodded in agreement.

Chen Meng remained silent.

"Damn it, you gave me a commercial house worth one or two million in the city, and you also gave away the hundreds of thousands I gave you. Others patted their butts and lived in a big villa with foreigners. What do you have left? A big man goes home to eat his parents?"

"I'm not..."

"Not what? You've seen Tom and Jerry, you are the poor Tom who is played around by the palm of his hand. Maybe your ex-wife is being fucked by a white-skinned thug, and you are still thinking about her..."

Zhou Jiangnan didn't stop cursing and output violently.

Chen Changsheng was so scared that he hid behind Chen Meng. Seeing this, the old man hurriedly brought out the tea, and Zhou Jiangnan stopped.

He took a sip of tea and asked, "By the way, have you bought the lottery ticket I asked you to buy?"

"Ah? I forgot."

"Fuck you... Forget it, I'll continue to call you a fool when I wake up. Fools have good luck, but fools don't..."

Zhou Jiangnan was so sleepy that he walked into the bedroom cursing and fell asleep next to the bed.

Old man Chen asked his son tremblingly, "Da Mengzi, do you owe someone money? Your friend is really vicious."

"No, no, Dad, take Changsheng to the yard to play chess with the old men, don't worry about what's going on here."

Chen Meng urged to make arrangements for the old man, as some things needed to be discussed in private.