Lou Cheng: Upstairs from the city

Director, get up and leave.

Ming Lou beside him followed immediately, with the old man's coat hanging on his arm, and he must not let Uncle Li have any trouble again.

The car drove to the third-class hospital, stopped for a while, Uncle Li pushed the car door and went straight in.

The leaders of the hospital received a call in advance and came down to express their concern.

Minglou chatted cordially with the leaders, but Uncle Li was not sociable, so he asked the nanny what was going on.

The little nanny was so frightened that she had only been in Li's house for two months, and her salary was [-]% higher than that of other houses, but serving the old lady was really boring. She went out to talk on the phone with her boyfriend this morning, and when she came back, she saw the old lady falling down. inside the house.

After hitting 120, the nanny lost her mind.A few minutes later, someone knocked on the door. It was an old doctor with white hair and a childlike face, who said that he was entrusted by the Ming family to check on the old lady's condition.

The old doctor made an on-site inspection and determined that it was a stroke, and he dealt with it in time. He waited until the ambulance arrived. He showed his ID card. He was a cardiovascular expert and lived in a block outside Santiao Hutong.

The lights in the operating room were dimmed, and the doctor came out and said that Grandma Li had a stroke. Fortunately, she had pre-treatment and her condition was stable. However, after all, she was over 24 years old and she still had to be observed in the intensive care unit for [-] hours.

Ah Cheng ran up and down to arrange hospitalization.

Uncle Li enjoys bureau-level treatment. It sounds like he has a great reputation, but in the capital where officials are everywhere, he has no advantage at all.

This tertiary hospital is not specialized in treating elderly patients, and they still have to be transferred to another hospital during the recovery period, and Minglou also started making phone calls.

At 1 o'clock in the afternoon, Ah Xiang arrived with a lunch box.The eldest sister, Mingzheng, is abroad and has already been contacted. She will be able to return to Beijing early tomorrow morning.

The hospital set up a conference room for everyone to rest.

Ah Xiang is the most experienced in taking care of people. After eating, she took out pillows and quilts in different ways, and insisted that the old man rest on the sofa in the inner room, even if he just closed his eyes and rested his mind.

Ah Cheng took the opportunity to call Ming Lou to a secluded place at the corner of the corridor, and talked about Yue Ting in a few words.

Minglou frowned as he listened, there was a meeting in the afternoon that he must not be late for.

By accident, all rushed together.

"Why don't you listen to me?" Ah Cheng suggested decisively.

Ming Lou nodded.

"You go to the meeting as usual and bring Xiaomei. Let Xiaoguo and director Zhang from the security department come. Director Zhang can help you in the medical system. Sooner or later in the afternoon, I will go to Yue Ting. As soon as the results come out at 18:[-], If Director Zhou's conjecture is confirmed, I will definitely bring Yue Ting here." Ah Cheng lowered his tone a bit, "We have to prepare for Grandma Li's matter."

Ming Lou straightened his brows into a Sichuan character, "Didn't you mean..."

"What the attending doctor told me just now is half to half, the key is tonight."

At this moment, Ming Lou hoped that Yue Ting would be Uncle Li's child, at least, Uncle Li still had a reason to live.

"A Cheng", Ming Lou hugged Ah Cheng lightly, "Thank you for your hard work."

With four hands clasped, Ah Cheng said softly: "You go to the meeting steadily, and I will arrange it properly, and there will be no trouble."

The world is impermanent.

Grandma Li was born on New Year's Eve, and one month later, it will be her 95th birthday.

The waiting in the hospital was comparable to Ling Chi, one knife after another, before the body died, the spirit was tortured to death.

Xiao Guo and Director Zhang rushed over, along with several invited experts.

After Minglou left, Uncle Li stood in front of the intensive care unit. Inside the glass curtain wall, his mother was lying on the hospital bed, surrounded by medical equipment.

Scenes of the past are like a revolving lantern, and the beautiful mother in my childhood memory has reached her twilight years.His own appearance was reflected on the glass. The former "Little Li" was already known as "Old Li" by others. He had experienced both hardships and splendors. The most heart-wrenching thing was his son, who had been lost for many years - Li Jiahong.

Just after 16 o'clock, the data of the instruments in the ICU changed suddenly, and several experts quickly walked into the ward.

Uncle Li couldn't hear the conversations of the doctors, so his intuition told him that the situation was not good.Like a helpless child, he puts his hands on the glass window, only hoping that his mother can survive this test, and that he can still celebrate his mother's birthday.

That scene made people feel sad.

Guo Feng sniffled, flashed into the emergency channel and called: "Ah Cheng, the situation is not good."

The other end of the phone was blank for a few seconds, and only Ah Cheng's breathing was heard, which was rapid and powerful: "Tell Uncle Li, my son has been found, half an hour!"

As time passed by, the expressions of the doctors became more and more serious.

The seconds passed like years, and Uncle Li tightly gripped Xiao Guo's wrist: "When will Jiahong arrive? Where is he? Do you hate me for not finding him sooner?"

"He'll be here soon. He's just found out about his background. He's handsome and hasn't married yet. He's waiting for you to introduce a girlfriend, and for grandma to give him a red envelope during the Chinese New Year."

At the other end of the corridor, footsteps sounded, it was the sound of running.

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped.

Uncle Li, go up to meet him quickly, at the corner, but see a young man standing there in a daze, he has seen this young man before, isn't he a child of the Ming family? "You, are you a family?"

Extra: Reunion

"You, you are the grandson?" Uncle Li's lips trembled, and he finally uttered a few words. The air seemed to freeze, and he could hear the trembling in his own voice.

The young man in front of him, when he met him several times, he couldn't help but look at him more often. If his son was there, he should be at such an age.

With a plop, Yue Ting, who had been stunned just now, suddenly knelt down, slammed his knees on the ground, hugged Uncle Li's waist, and wailed loudly.

Uncle Li bent down slightly, and stroked the top of his son's head. In a trance, he went back to many years ago. The dumpling-like little Jiahong liked to hug his legs and act like a baby. Now, he is kneeling, reaching his chest.

In the past 30 years, I have dreamed countless times of reunion of father and son, and woke up crying on the pillow towel.Disappointed too many times, he no longer reported any hope.

"Father, I didn't lose you on purpose," Uncle Li couldn't help explaining.

When he came home from the meeting, he saw his distraught wife.After months of searching to no avail, his wife suffered a nervous breakdown and threw herself into the river to her death.Father-in-law and mother-in-law were old and couldn't bear the blow, but they passed away one or two years later.

For 30 years, the family did not form a family.

"Where are the family members of the patient?" Doctors filed out from the ICU.

Yue Ting got up quickly, Uncle Li was so nervous that the veins on his hands were exposed, he asked: "Doctor, how are you?"

"The situation is stable for the time being. If you spend tonight safely, you will be fine," the leading expert affirmed.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Uncle Li leaned back against the wall, and Yue Ting helped him sit down slowly.

"Your father and son are so filial, the old lady is blessed." The expert is quite emotional. Don't read too much about life and death, the children in front of the ward are the most real.

At last it was a false alarm, Ah Xiang bowed to Buddha and silently recited "Bodhisattva Blessing".

Uncle Li sat blankly, Yue Ting handed over the handkerchief, "Don't worry, I'm fine." He still couldn't say the word "father".

Xiao Guo walked to the end of the corridor, and sure enough, Ah Cheng was leaning against the wall with a lonely expression.

The family reunion over there must make Ah Cheng feel uncomfortable. "Isn't the result of the comparison not coming out until 18 o'clock?"

"Yes, the results haven't come out yet."

That... that... Xiao Guo was stunned... this... this...

"I have analyzed with Director Zhou for a long time, and Yue Ting should be Uncle Li's child."

"Then did you tell him?" The result will come out later, if not...

"I said it," Ah Cheng gritted his teeth, "He promised, at least today, he is Li Jiahong."

Oh my god, Xiao Guo took a long breath, "This day is more exciting than the college entrance examination", and then glanced at Ah Cheng's face, "Why don't you go to the Anti-Trafficking Office to try?"

"No", Ah Cheng flatly refused.When the dean's grandmother picked him up, he was only a few days old, and the possibility of being trafficked was almost zero. In other words, he was an abandoned baby.Even if his biological parents regretted it, he didn't want to admit it and asked for cheap compensation from them.

At 18:25, the phone screen lights up, and the text message is only one word: yes.

In theory, there is a second check, and the final test report will be issued three days later, but the chance of error is very small.

Yue Ting is Li Jiahong.

From afar, Ah Cheng smiled and gestured OK to Yue Ting.

Yue Ting held Uncle Li's hand, "Father, I'm back."

"It's good to be back," Uncle Li wept with joy, tears streaming from his eyes.

Mingxin discovered early on that her son was in the wrong arms, but she wanted to get the inheritance, so she dared not tell anyone, and she didn't even dare to inquire about the whereabouts of her own son.She made one mistake and another for many years until the cancer relapsed. She knew that time was short and her mother and child had been separated for many years. She couldn't bear to tell Yue Ting face to face, so she left a letter in the safe.

She was not a competent mother, and at the end of her life, Fang Jue regretted it.Leaving her last words, she did not leave any samples that could be used for paternity testing. She left Yue Ting without parents, and the only compensation she could make was money.As for the child who didn't know where he was, he said clearly, goodbye in the next life.

At night, Uncle Li and his son had to stay in bed with him in the hospital.

Others, go back to their respective homes.

Ah Cheng went into the canteen to buy cigarettes, and when he came out, he remembered that he had forgotten his lighter.

In front of my eyes, there was a cluster of flames, such an exquisite antique lighter.

Mr. Ming lit a cigarette for Ah Cheng.

With just one mouthful, Ah Cheng choked and coughed.

Ming Lou pulled him into the darkness, bowed his head and kissed him.Release it again, and the cigarette has fallen to the ground.

"Go home, I'll cook," Mr. Ming said in shocking words.

"You know how to cook?!" It's scary to think about it. The employer's cooking skills can eat dead people.

Mr. Ming was lucky, "Cooking noodles, no way!"

"Then what?" Ah Cheng trembled, and Xiao Guo possessed him instantly, "Can I be called a back-up?"

After all, Mr. Ming went to the kitchen once, and after a long time of jingling, he brought out a porcelain bowl.

Staring at the lump of unknown objects in the bowl, Ah Cheng picked up the chopsticks, put them down, picked them up again, and put them down again.

After countless ideological struggles, in the end, like a strong man, let's eat!

Buddha Allah Prophet Jesus Jade Emperor Taishang Laojun Mazu Empress, please bless...

Extra: Daily life at the Ming Mansion

Ever since he ate the unknown object made by his employer that night, Ah Cheng had a new understanding of Minglou.

It turns out that someone can be an idiot in the kitchen to such an extent, it is beyond human imagination.

Can cook noodles into dark dishes, uh... this is not an ordinary person.

A sign should be erected at the door of the kitchen: Fireworks place, Ming Lou do not enter!

Ever since we cooked together that night, especially after seeing the expressions of Ah Cheng and taking traditional Chinese medicine, Mr. Ming was in a bad mood. He was alive and kicking after eating, and he didn’t take stomach medicine and called 120 or something. It was like seeing a ghost of.

Ah Cheng's courage is getting bigger and bigger.

It's all used to it!

As the end of the year approaches, there is a small banquet in three days and a large banquet in five days. Ah Cheng rarely even has the opportunity to cook.

It was finally the weekend, and Chef Ming got up in the morning and started to work.

After 10 o'clock, a scent wafted from the mansion, arousing the glutton in his heart, and Mr. Ming in the study couldn't help but twitch his nose, ribs!

Even though various health organizations have repeatedly emphasized that beef and mutton are so nutritious, the favorite of Chinese people is still pork.When studying abroad in France, what Mr. Ming missed the most was stewed ribs.

After holding back for N seconds, Mr. Ming swallowed N mouthfuls of saliva, and was about to get up when he heard Ah Cheng in the kitchen shouting, "It's in the study, come out and help".

N crows flew overhead.

In the study!

He has a name and a surname, okay?

Don't call him "Sir" or "Employer", at least you can call him "Ming Lou"!

Mr. Ming was lucky. He stood up and took a few strides. He saw Ah Cheng rubbing his waist while holding the stove, and hurriedly took two steps to help him out of the kitchen.

"It's okay, you sleep in the nanny's room at night." Ah Cheng nestled on the sofa, and finally felt a little more comfortable. After being tossed all night, Iron Man couldn't bear it.This way, that way, he didn't even know when he fell asleep.The employer's physical strength is too good, but he also has a headache.

The employer makes tea, sits on a corner of the sofa, rubs Ah Cheng's waist, adds a pillow, and carefully advises: "Go to sleep?" Quickly avoid the topic of where to sleep at night.

Ah Cheng, looking at his employer out of the corner of his eye, is a stern guy.People look like dogs during the day, but they are not people at night.

"How about not letting those two guys come at noon?" The employer suggested again.

"It's up to you".

What is "you figure it out"!

Ah Cheng has learned to speak bureaucratically, the employer is a little worried, it must be taught badly by the people in the office, deducting bonuses is a must!

Today's lunch in the mansion: Yuanyang Hot Pot.

The white pot is the pork rib broth carefully prepared by Chef Ming, and the red pot is the authentic butter and spicy pot.

Two types of pot bottoms, two seasonings, sesame sauce fermented bean curd and sesame oil garlic, smell attractive.

The idea of ​​eating hot pot has been around for a long time.

One day, the cleaner cleaned the storage room, picked up a pile of broken copper and iron, and asked what to do with it.The employer waved his hand, and when he was about to let him go, Ah Cheng glanced at him and said, "Wait".

Two words of "waiting", there is today's hot pot feast.

Among the so-called broken copper and rotten iron, there are copper pots for eating shabu-shabu in the capital, iron pots for Chongqing hot pot, mandarin duck pots, and even Jiugongge.

Ah Cheng dug out two induction cookers and some porcelain plates and bowls.

The employer who rushed over after hearing the news slapped his thigh, "That's it, let's eat hot pot!"

At 11:30, Guo Feng's children's shoes entered the door, with Mongolian king in his left hand and sliced ​​mutton and beef in his right hand.

At 11:35, Yueting children's shoes entered the door, with Xifeng wine in his left hand and crispy meat with yellow throat, hairy belly and waist flower in his right hand.

The seating order for dinner is as follows: Minglou is the main seat, with Ah Cheng on his left hand, and Xiao Guo on his right hand. Yue Ting takes a look at the situation, and takes the initiative to sit next to Ah Cheng, then moves the chair to lean against Ah Cheng, "We eat Spicy pot. Cousin Lou doesn’t like spicy food, I know.”

Is there any, I just ate boiled fish last night...

Ah Cheng is not very picky about food, but among his favorite foods, boiled fish will always be No.1.Knowing that boiled fish is not very healthy, he still misses it very much.The oily surface is covered with a layer of pepper, and smelling the aroma of pepper, it is too appetizing.It can hold an extra bowl of rice every time, and have a cup of tea after the meal, which is great!

The employer is full of vicious tastes. He likes to see Ah Cheng tangled up when he eats boiled fish.

Ah Cheng eats boiled fish, his employer eats Ah Cheng, what a beautiful food chain...

Congratulations to Yue Ting for finding his father.It's the name after this, a little tangled.

He is Yue Ting, Ming Ting, and Li Jiahong.

What's more troublesome is the complicated procedures. If he recognizes his ancestors and returns to his ancestors, he will have to restore his domicile and household registration in the mainland. It proves that it is a huge project to change the name of the owner of the house under the name.

Yue Ting was so worried that he had a bachelor's degree in law, but faced with these miraculous papers, he was completely defeated.

So the topic successfully shifted to real estate, and Xiao Guo fished mutton slices and suggested, "Ah Cheng, you have so much money in your card, you might as well buy a house."

Yesterday, the year-end bonus was distributed, and a large amount of money was transferred to Ah Cheng's card as usual. After reading the mobile phone notification message, Ah Cheng patted his employer on the shoulder and said generously, "I will send you 1000 as a red envelope for the Chinese New Year."

"What are the rules when buying a house?" Ah Cheng asked casually.

Xiao Guo is an expert, and began to popularize various policies for buying a house in the imperial capital, what is 70, 50, 40 property rights, what is deed tax, personal income tax, and business tax.The key point is that single people are limited to buying one house with 70 years of property rights.

Mr. Ming took the opportunity to interject: "You can't buy the 70-year-old, you should buy something else."

There was a moment of silence at the dinner table, Ah Cheng blinked, what do you mean?

Yue Ting understood in seconds, and has recently become an expert in handling the formalities.

Xiao Guo Miao understood, silently eating the mutton slices in the bowl, people are more angry than others, can he say that he is envious, jealous and hateful!

"That is to say", Ah Cheng finally realized, "This mansion belongs to me?"

Mr. Ming bowed his head and ate lotus root slices, as if the announcement was made early.

"So", Ah Cheng thoughtfully sandwiched a slice of prawns for his employer, and said maliciously, "When will you sleep in a nanny's room?"

Mr. Ming, who bowed his head and ate the prawns, choked, and it was announced early.

Xiao Guo turned his face sideways, without such a show of affection, and blinded his titanium alloy dog ​​eyes... When will his Xiaomei agree to marry him, there are 101 times away from 96 times.

Yue Ting looked at the lonely branch outside the window, winter is coming, spring is not far away, probably.

Extra: Monologue

After being pampered and pampered for a long time, the thin calluses on Ah Cheng's hands gradually faded away.The nails are properly trimmed, the skin is no longer rough, and those hands, swinging freely, are excellent works of art, which I always want to be treasured.

But, why don't you see fat?

Mr. Ming couldn't figure it out, but on the other hand, he was fed to a fat body, and his weight was close to the 160-jin mark. Well, that's how the "official prestige" in the eyes of others came from.

At 11:[-] p.m., Mr. Ming returned to his bedroom after discussing business with his old classmate in West Africa and the son of the president of a certain country.

The colorful bedside lamps are on, and the handicrafts that the eldest sister Mingzheng brought back from the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul, Turkey, one year.

Ah Cheng tilted his head, and slept soundly on his pillow.

A pair of hands, spread out by the side.There is also a book in my arms, Mr. Zhu Jiazhen's "Forbidden City Retirement Record".

In autumn, Minglou accompanied the foreign guests to visit the Forbidden City, and Ah Cheng went there together. Seeing him excited all night, looking for the camera, and worrying about the wardrobe, it reminded Minglou of the night before the spring outing in elementary school.Ah Cheng tried on the clothes one by one, and ran out again and again to ask the employer's idea. Ming Lou was dazzled by the sight. When did Ah Cheng have so many clothes.

It was the first time in Ah Cheng's life that he walked into the Meridian Gate and saw the majestic Hall of Supreme Harmony from a distance. He was as excited as a child. When taking pictures, he showed eight teeth, so white that he could go to shoot toothpaste commercials.

Close the book, put it on the head of the bed, stuff Ah Cheng into the duvet, and Ming Lou goes to take a bath.

He is a bit of a eccentric person. He doesn't wear pajamas outside the bedroom, doesn't change into pajamas without taking a bath, and doesn't lie down without wearing pajamas.

Mr. Ming usually wears a satin nightgown, which is silky and smooth without any sense of restraint; Ah Cheng's suit is made of pure cotton. There are leftovers from the street stalls in front of the school, and there are thousands of brand-name goods in the shopping malls. No matter how rich he is, he is reluctant to buy them.

How much is the price of his silk suit, Mr. Ming thought for a while, and decisively changed the subject, it's better not to let Ah Cheng know.

Ah Cheng always has a bit of an ostrich mentality. If he can’t see the price tag, it’s all good; if he knows the price, it’s all good.As a result, the employer often has to pick the price tag himself. What is this called? The employer is a little depressed.

After dinner, Ah Cheng was hesitant + apprehensive + hesitant + fidgeting for a long time. His employer had read the full-page newspaper before he revealed his idea: to open a restaurant in partnership with Yue Ting.

Mr. Ming pretended to be contemplative, and after a while, he said seriously, "I want to read the proposal."

Yue Ting reported to him yesterday, and he just waited for Ah Cheng to speak up.

The Ming family does not set foot in catering, if it succeeds, it will just open up a new world.Ah Cheng is most familiar with the catering industry, and Yue Ting is shrewd, so he will not lose money no matter what.

It's just... I'm busy, and Ah Cheng is also busy. No one prepares a loving dinner for him, makes him tea, and asks him how he is. What's the matter...

I knelt in the ancestral hall and swore in front of my eldest sister that I would not break Ah Cheng's wings. Thinking about it now, it was pure nonsense.It’s hard to find such a one that suits your heart and taste. You can see and feel it and eat it well, but in the future, you can’t see it, you can’t touch it, and you can’t eat it. The employer feels wronged. Will he be forced to lose weight?

Self-inflicted, can not live, the ancients sincerely do not deceive me.

Go to the living room to dry your hair, then gently enter the bedroom.Ah Cheng had always been a light sleeper and was prone to awakening, but fortunately, he did not wake up.

Lifting the quilt, the employer lightly sat on it.At that little movement, Ah Cheng closed his eyes, hugged his arm familiarly, muttered "Brother", and fell asleep again.

Ah Cheng dreamed of having an older brother who would protect him during fights.

He called Minglou "Big Brother" for the first time, crying like a child who had been separated from his parents and returned.

In front of people, he called Minglou "Mr." and "General Manager" with great respect. When he entered the mansion, he would occasionally call him "Big Brother". His voice was low, but he could touch the heart of his employer.

I found the treasure myself.

Ah Cheng is a pessimist, his pessimism is a bit special, he always says that the present is already extremely bad, and the future will never be worse.It is this belief that supports him all the way to today.He seldom mentioned his down and out days, not because he was ashamed to mention them, but because he didn't want to earn cheap sympathy from others.He wants to stand in the sun and be an upright person.

Ming Lou, on the other hand, has done some things that are not visible.

The grandfather passed away suddenly, and the elder sister was busy dealing with the ghosts and monsters in the house. He was not idle in France either. He took a year off from school and went to West Africa to make a fortune by relying on the relationship built by his old classmates.

The eldest sister is facing the enemy in front of the battle, and he, a man, can't just sit back and enjoy the benefits.

A year later, the eldest sister learned the truth, ran to France, and slapped him severely.She shouldered everything, hoping that her younger brother would live a safe life and go to Africa to do such a dangerous thing. If something happened, how would she tell her parents.

From then on, Mingzheng started the big sister mode, and Minglou would go into the ancestral hall to kowtow to the ancestors from time to time.

Lou Zhe, one of the seven lodges of the white tiger in the west, is a place where troops gather.Grandfather Mingguo gave him this word, and he was destined to kill the world and make a lot of achievements.

Unexpectedly, my grandfather, who has lived in France for half his life, is proficient in fortune telling.

That's an old fox. It is said that he got the seven-point true inheritance from his great-grandfather Minglou, and he is the best at fooling people.

Get into bed, turn off the bedside lamp, the room is dark.

Ah Cheng leaned back to his side again, resting his chin on his shoulder, sleeping soundly.

The employer recalled the past years in Africa, eating baguettes for a whole year, not eating pork for a year, and not using chopsticks for a year.A year later, when he saw pork again, he was so moved that he shed crocodile tears.

Tomorrow, no, it's already today,

Let Ah Cheng stew back to the ribs?

Extra Story: Langya Bang

Recently, there was a hit TV series "Nirvana in Fire" that dominated the screens. It was so popular that even big bosses like Mr. Ming who never watched TV series had heard about it.

Here is an explanation: Mr. Ming didn’t like watching TV dramas very much when he was a child. When TVB’s "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" became a sensation all over the mainland, he was still in kindergarten. In front of a black and white TV.At that time, his house had a 16-inch TV in the entire alley, so Ming's house became a public cinema.

Later, it was the turn of "Dream of Red Mansions" to hit the air, and he was most annoyed by the crying in Ning Rong's second mansion, so he turned to the embrace of "Journey to the West". !"

When "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and "Water Margin" were launched, Ming Lou was a hard-working middle school student, watching TV dramas, thinking about it!

Mr. Ming's memory of the TV series ends here.

In the past ten years, Mr. Ming only glanced at the TV screen while waiting for dinner in the old house.There is no way, the eldest sister loves to watch, if she doesn't cooperate in chatting, she will be punished.

The big hit "Professor Dou" in the past two years, at the finale, the eldest sister held her veil with tears in her eyes, and Mr. Ming also put on a cool pose in front of the dressing mirror at night. The Korean actor is not as tall as himself; in terms of appearance, It seems that he is a little bit worse than himself.Could it be that the eldest sister likes that facial paralyzed face, obviously she is also very facial paralyzed.

I really don't understand, what kind of aesthetics is this big sister...

Uh... that's a long way off.

Closer to home.

On a certain night of a certain month, Mr. Ming had dinner at Li's house, and accidentally ran into Crazy Wang. The scene can be imagined. The words were full of guns and sticks, and he served a table of dishes so that the big boss could eat it. pain.

Back at the mansion, the room was full of loneliness.Ah Cheng was so busy running the restaurant that he completely forgot about his employer, and he wouldn't come back until midnight every day.

Want to make myself a cup of tea, mineral water bucket, empty.

This……

Who should he call to change the water?Property?telephone number?What floor is the office on?

Finally found the answer on the small blackboard in the entrance.

Five minutes later, the efficient property management staff came.

The water delivery boy felt that he was unfamiliar, and couldn't help but ask, "Is Mr. Ming there?"

"I am Mr. Ming."

The little brother was full of suspicion, "You are not the head of the household, right?" By the way, he glanced inside, which means that everything in the house is still there.

Mr. Ming thought about it, he was indeed not the head of the household. "You are talking about Ah Cheng."

"Yes, Mr. Mingcheng, he usually takes care of it. You are..."

It's a real failure to be a man... "He belongs to my family. If you don't believe me, you can call him to verify it." Mr. Ming straightened his back and tried his best to shape the image of a glorious and stalwart veteran cadre. level leadership.

What does "he belongs to my family" mean?The little brother expressed his inability to understand, and called Ah Cheng when he returned to the office.Mr. Mingcheng on the other side of the city put down the phone and burst out laughing.The house has been bought for 5 years, and the big boss has never appeared in the real estate office. Before, Guo Feng was the owner of the property, but now he treats the landlord as a thief.

Today's work is over, it seems that there is nothing to do.

Mr. Ming turned on the TV, but, what did you do with the set-top box?

Forget it, go online.

Take out the Ipad, and the annual meeting draws a prize for Ah Cheng.In the company, Mr. Mingcheng wins the lottery every year, and he can be called the mascot.Zhou Damin, the director of the logistics department in charge of the annual meeting, swears to the sky with a cigarette in his mouth that except for the first year, there will be absolutely no special care, and Ah Cheng's luck is too good.

Hearing what Yu Xiaomei said about "Langya Bang" during the day, Mr. Ming's first reaction was Langya Mountain in Hebei, or Langya County in Shandong?

The crown prince is wretched enough to be cannon fodder at first glance; Yu Wang looks shrewd, but he has a treacherous face, unworthy of the position of great treasure; this Prince Jing, my God, looks so much like his family, Ah Cheng...Mr. The road to licking the screen.

This Prince Jing, looks good and sounds good everywhere, whether it is IQ or EQ, it is open to question.

Mr. Ming thought of Xiaomei Children's Shoes' summary of current TV dramas, the female number one will always have a low IQ.So, the female number one in "Langya Bang" is actually Prince Jing, right?

King Jing, his big eyes are bright and bright, just like Ah Cheng's. It seems that Ah Cheng's is brighter, but the girls like it. Every now and then, someone will go to the 38th floor to secretly take pictures;

Prince Jing, black enough, not as white as Ah Cheng;

Prince Jing, his legs should not be as long as Ah Cheng's;

Prince Jing, your hands are quite beautiful;

Prince Jing, how can you be an emperor with this temperament?He is not qualified to be his assistant.

In a word, Ah Cheng from the Ming family is better!

At 10 o'clock in the evening, Ah Cheng walked in with a cold air.

His employer, with his legs crossed, was studying the latest issue of the French diplomatic magazine Le Monde by lamplight, on the slowdown in economic growth in emerging markets.

"Are you back?" The employer didn't look up, and buried himself in the newspaper, "Today, early enough", with a bit of resentment.

"I was worried that you had no water to drink, but it seems that you don't have to worry about it in the future."

Damn it, the employer regretted it instantly, if he knew it earlier, he would call Ah Cheng directly.

Ah Cheng raised the thermos bucket in his hand, "Preserved egg and lean meat porridge, have some?"

Shaking the newspaper in his hand, Old Master Ming got up and said, "It's not too bad." He was so full of anger that he was so busy arguing with Crazy Wang at the dinner table.Uncle Li joked that the two of them were not young anymore, and they were still like kindergarten children; the rich grandma Li was always smiling, and she was happier than anything else when her grandson was found.The two in front of me, let's quarrel, the old man is just watching a show.

"Over there at the restaurant..."

"It's almost there, I want to open before May Day."

"Oh".

"Yue Ting hired a big name in the industry as the manager, and after opening, I have nothing to do."

"Oh", so, the days of eating and drinking are coming to an end?

"Retire tomorrow, what do you want to eat?" No matter how unconvincing, the employer will cheat the corpse.

"Everything is good, everything is good", what to eat is not important, the key is how to "eat"?This "eat" is not the other "eat", Mr. Ming planned to enter the bedroom later...the bathtub...sneak attack...

"Short ribs?" Employers seem to have a soft spot for ribs.

"Hmm..." What Mr. Ming wants to eat the most is actually Ah Cheng, who is so pretty and delicious.

"Can you stop being so obscene?"

The next day, Ah Cheng, who was sleepy and dark due to excessive activities the night before, finally got up and opened Weibo, and was surprised to find that his account full of zombie fans had gained thousands of fans overnight, all because of the previous day. Posted on Weibo "On the Official Positions in Langya List".

Academic articles that should have been boring were written quite vividly.

Langya Bang has an empty background, which can also be seen from the official position.