Street office where the wind lives

Luan Zhou confronted the mechanical mezzo-soprano for about ten minutes, and finally gave up the idea of ​​talking to Wei Nanfeng for the time being, but his heart became more and more uneasy.

"It was the same last time. I lost contact without saying a word. Wei Nanfeng, Wei Nanfeng, you really look like a gust of wind!"

Can't update Weibo, can't call Wei Nanfeng, even the latest mobile phone is just a brick in his hand, Luan Zhou put the brick on the table in agitation, pinched the water cup to get tea and boiled water , When I came out, I bumped into a hurrying little girl.

The little girl rubbed her forehead that hurt from being hit, and kept talking, "Luan Zhou, so you are here, there is a woman outside the door who insists on seeing you, go out and have a look!"

"woman?"

There is actually a woman looking for him?Luan Zhou was a little unbelievable, he didn't dare to hesitate, and ran back to the front yard quickly.

A light black figure rushed over quickly and swung at him head and face.

This technique is too familiar with every move and every move. It took Luan Zhou a lot of effort to pull off the person wrapped around his waist, put it on the ground, tightly wrapped her arms, and panted: " Ms. Sang Ting, calm down!"

The person who came was Luan Zhou's mother, Sang Ting, a beautiful woman in her 40s who still had a charm, but her temper was a bit hot.

All the onlookers in the office hid under the eaves and did not dare to go forward. Those who were timid had already transferred to the dial interface to call the police.Luan Zhou waved away the crowd helplessly, and led Ms. Sang Ting to the nearest milk tea shop first.

Now it's summer vacation, the milk tea shop is empty, Luan Zhou and Sang Ting are sitting face to face, staring at each other with two cups of snow top coffee.

"Mom, how did you find my place to work?"

"I heard what Xiao Wei said in the hospital last time. Isn't he your colleague?"

Luan Zhouxin said that was my leader!But after thinking about it, Wei Nanfeng must have his concerns when he said this, so he didn't take it too seriously.

He took a spoonful of ice cream and brought it to his mouth, and said, "If you have nothing to do, you will go to the Three Treasures Hall. What instructions do you have here?"

Ms. Sang Ting became angry when she saw his indifferent attitude, and rolled her eyes: "Why, don't you welcome family members to visit? You little bastard, you don't know how to call for ten and a half months. You must know whether you are dead or not."

Luan Zhou has long been used to her talking with guns and sticks, and he carelessly stirred the ice cubes at the bottom of the glass: "Now you have read it too. If there is nothing else, I still have to go to work."

With a sound of "bang", the glass knocked hard on the table, and a few drops of coffee splashed onto the table. Sang Ting folded his arms to his chest, assuming a posture of provoking a teacher, like the female leader of a cult.

"Your bastard father wants to divorce me, please express your opinion."

Luan Zhou sued his forehead, put his head in his hands and said: "So it was for this matter, hey, my ancestors, you two haven't left yet, the country's leaders have changed, and Tokyo's Olympic bid has also succeeded. If it's later, people It's all over the trade war, who has the time to deal with those parents who you can't figure out."

Sang Ting straddled the entire tabletop and grabbed his ear accurately, and twisted it clockwise: "My old lady told you the right thing, don't give me such a poor mouth, you have no sense of social responsibility since you were a child, and you still have a trade war, quickly pull it down, You don’t even know how to donate money during the earthquake, so you should first care about your family’s divorce defense battle!”

"Hey——" Luan Zhou felt that his ears were not his own, "I don't even know which boss I donated the money from the Red Cross to change the car. Go volunteer."

A female student working in a summer vacation in a milk tea shop hides behind the counter and laughs while watching. Watching this mother and son quarrel seems more interesting than watching a family ethics drama.

Don't care about other people watching the fun, anyway, you can attract attention wherever you go with Ms. Sang Ting. Beautiful women are common, and so are fine women, but beautiful and fine women are rare species.

"How many times have you been yelling about leaving, but in the end it's always thunder and rain, and you really made up your mind this time?" Luan Zhou asked.

"It's different this time, it's not your mother who wants to leave, it's Luan Dongyang who proposed it, and what... counseling... counseling, oh family counseling! You want to agree to a divorce with me, anyway, what you say is vain and magical Yes, you have to go with me, who knows what ecstasy is sold in the old fox's gourd, you go, he will not dare to make any fools for your sake."

Luan Zhou nodded, "I see, Mom, there is something I want to tell you."

Sang Ting was suddenly wary: "Why? I knew you couldn't fart well from the moment you poked your butt since you were a child. Are you trying to say that you and your husband can settle things by yourself? You are an adult and financially independent, and you don't want to get involved with your parents. Let me tell you first! This time you came with me as a bodyguard, followed by your son. It’s fine if Luan Dongyang plays tricks on me, but if he dares to harm you, there is no way!”

Luan Zhou took a sip of the slightly bitter coffee after the ice melted, and his tongue was a little numb: "Mom..."

"You and my dad have been wronged for so many years. I want to tell you that no matter what decision you make, I will always be by your side."

Hearing this, Sang Ting brushed a strand of hair behind his ears uncomfortably, and said in a rare gentle voice: "Little brat, I have raised you for 20 years, and today this sentence is still human."

A red photo of Grandpa Mao was photographed on the table. Ms. Sang Ting secretly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, pinched the back of Luan Zhou's head and carried it out the door:

"Okay, go back and prepare your luggage, we mother and son will go to Macau together, and we will meet your bastard father!"

In the past two days, the colleagues in the office have unanimously taken special care of Luan Zhou, and he has nothing to hand over. He booked the latest flight to Macau and departed the next day.

After boarding the plane, he seized the 10 minutes before take-off, frantically turned to various encyclopedias, and wanted to get a general idea of ​​what "Jia Pai" was.

"Family row, translated as family constellation therapy, is a new family therapy method in the field of psychological counseling and psychotherapy. It compares the family to the constellations in the night sky. There is a hidden law in the operation of the constellations in the universe, and there is a common force in the family. guide……"

After only two glances, Luan Zhou wrinkled into a bitter face:

"Using constellations to treat mental illness? What kind of ghost thing? It's a light feudal superstition. Just this thing, didn't you give it to you when you got rid of the four evils?"

Ms. Sang Ting has put on her blindfold and gone to sleep, but she has no voice.The stewardess with a sweet smile came over to urge him to turn off the phone, Luan Zhou smiled embarrassedly, and threw the phone into the storage box in front.

Things have come to this point, there is no time to prepare, only soldiers will come to block, and water will come to cover.

Luan Zhou silently glanced at his mother's sleeping face, and said silently with his mouth: Mom, trust me.

Full of doubts, the flight to Macau took off, crossed thousands of miles of stratus clouds, and headed for an unknown destiny.

-

In the Yinhe Hotel, Wei Nanfeng was slumped on the bed, watching the domestic anti-Japanese drama leisurely. The Eighth Route Army would tear the devils with their hands at every turn, hiding thunder in their pants│crotch, and tenderize the outside and inside tenderness of Xiaowei Director Lei who is loyal to the revolution and the party.

The party flag has been walking around the house with its hands behind its back for two hours, and water drips from its old-fashioned face.

"Boss, just now Mr. Luan called again, asking when we can meet? His wife's plane in the morning landed in three hours. Before that, we must meet and discuss specific matters .”

An episode of TV series has just finished broadcasting, and the ending song with a high melody is floating in the room, and a bad movie comes out of a divine comedy, the law that never changes through the ages.

Wei Nanfeng tossed the pad aside and hummed happily: "Don't worry, I'm waiting for someone."

Dang Qi looked puzzled: "Who are you waiting for?"

Wei Nanfeng smiled narrowly, "His wife~"

"Pfft—" Dang Yu, who was sitting on the small balcony pretending to be a tea sample, squirted out a mouthful of tea,

"Cough cough...cough, boss, I admit that you are somewhat pretty, but even if you are looking for a rich woman, don't poach the corners of the customers, she is a big boss who is making money every day, crushing us is like crushing ants. "

Wei Nanfeng threw a pillow at him: "What are you thinking! Is your boss the kind of person who will not hesitate to sell his appearance for money?"

Dang Qi was almost stunned by his anger: "Then what are you planning, tell me quickly!"

Wei Nanfeng picked up another pillow and held it under his arm, knowingly asking, "Does Luan Dongyang have a son?"

"Ah...yes, there is one, called that... Luan Zhouzhou!" Dang Qi clicked on the information, turned to the page with the information of Luan Dongyang's son, looked at it for a moment, "Huh? Why do I think this person looks familiar... "

Dang Yu quickly leaned over, "Come and show me! Hey - he's pretty handsome, he's a high school student, and he's still wearing a school uniform. Look at the hairstyle, he looks like a thorn."

Wei Nanfeng closed the Divine Comedy, clicked on the information in the mailbox, and looked at the photos that he had admired countless times in the past two days: I didn't expect the little comrade to change his name.

"It's not a high school student. This is a photo of him in high school. Later, Luan Dongyang and his wife separated, and he left with his mother. There are no new photos of Luan's family."

"Oh~" Dang Yu said, "Eh? Boss, how do you know so clearly? Isn't this information broken here?"

"Um, because..."

Because I stayed with him in the hospital for a month, and we even shared the same bed, he told me a lot of little secrets.

"... Cough!" Wei Nanfeng sat up straight like a wolf with a big tail, and stopped his thoughts in time, "Because this boy later became an online novelist and wrote all his experiences into the book. I happened to be His fans."

"Oh, I understand." Dang Qi was not interested in the boss's personal hobbies, and returned to the topic with a blank expression: "So, what do you want to do with his son?"

"Brother, you don't need to know." Wei Nanfeng stood up and pulled the hem of his shirt, "There are still three hours, if you have time, you two will accompany me to the famous store area, and each of you will change your clothes."

Party flag: "??? You put customers pigeons to buy clothes?"

Crazy! ! !

Dang Yu grabbed his brother, who was about to rush forward to assassinate the boss, and said with a smile, "Yes, boss, we are here to help the big boss, not a blind date, so we don't need to be so formal."

Wei Nanfeng: "Wow! You've opened your mouth before, why don't you just tell the truth, how do you know I'm not going on a blind date?"

Party Twins: ...are you okay?

Under the fire-breathing eyes of the two brothers, Boss Wei wandered into the bathroom, closed the door with a slam, and went to take a shower.

-

When the plane landed here, Luan Zhou pushed the luggage with one hand, and held the sleeping Ms. Sang Ting with the other.

Unable to hold up the phone, I had to put it around my neck and open it, and finally check the room information with the front desk.Before he set off, he had found out that this hotel was next to the casino, and it was not a hotel under Luan Dongyang's banner.

"Is it okay to keep the room until six o'clock? It doesn't matter, we can arrive within an hour, okay, thank you."

Ms. Sang Ting kicked and shuffled around, looking around with a pair of big eyes in a daze: "Are we here? Where do we live?"

Luan Zhou had nothing to do with her incomprehensible mother, he could only pamper her, let go of the hand he was holding, and stuffed the phone into her arms,

"Look at the order yourself, it's at a crossroads from your ex-husband's casino..."

"Galaxy Hotel."

The author has something to say: I smell the breath of encounter~