What bad thoughts can a canary have?

"What's your business?" The man raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, as if he was in a hurry to catch up on his next business.

Lin Fei saw that the dial was made of beautiful platinum, which looked very expensive, plus this exquisite and demanding suit. With such advanced spending power, it's no wonder that he wants to be a duck when he looks like this.

However, his professionalism is a bit poor, and he eats from the bowl and looks at the pot.

Lin Fei leaned back and leaned against the back of the co-pilot seat, the cold air from the air conditioner condensed the delicate sweat on his cheeks, his fair skin was lightly pink, and his fingers rubbed the matcha on the paper towel wrapped in the cone, " What Zhou Mian talked to you about."

The man frowned and stared at him quietly. The sweet smell of ice cream permeated the air, with a bit of matcha's coolness, and he breathed in slowly.

The white T-shirt on the boy in front of him was loose, and the round neck revealed a slender and fair neck. The clavicle line was slender and clear, and it felt weak and fragile, as if it could be torn apart with a pinch.

Sensing his gaze, Lin Fei turned his head, looked down at the cone in his hand, and then at the man, "Um... Uncle, if you want to eat, I can buy you another one, I have bitten this one. "

"..."

Lin Fei didn't seem to notice the stagnation of the atmosphere, the tip of his tongue rolled the ice cream on his lips, and asked casually, "Uncle, how long have you been doing this?"

Under the thin lens, the man's eyes narrowed into a slender line, and he uttered two clear words, "Ten years."

"How old are you?" Lin Fei was stunned for a moment, then looked at his face again, it seemed that he was no more than 35.

The man pushed the mirror frame with one hand and pondered for a while, "My surname is Fu, 28."

Seeing that he is a little older than his actual age, he really works hard in this line of work, so Brother Duck has come out to make money. If it is not for his poor family, who would want to sell his luster?

Lin Fei blinked his eyes a few times, and said softly, "Uncle Fu, hello, my name is Lin."

As soon as the voice fell, the screen of the mobile phone on the "Ding Dong" navigation stand glowed for a while, and several unread contacts' WeChat messages popped up.

[Mr. Chen]: Four unread messages

[Mr. Liu]: Two unread messages

[Zheng Zong]: Seven unread messages

Fu Shiyue casually reached out his hand and tapped the breath screen. His fingers were thin and slender, with well-defined joints, and the light blue veins protruded under the thin skin, which had the charm of a mature man.

Lin Fei glanced at the screen with a look of astonishment in his eyes, "You have a lot of customers, so you must be busy with business, right?"

He thought to himself that Fu Shiyue must have been able to work for ten years, so he must have good physical and psychological qualities.

"Well, working overtime is normal in this line of work." Fu Shiyue replied slowly.

Lin Fei admired Brother Duck a little. He really practiced the four words of love and dedication, politeness is polite, he did not forget the business, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened the WeChat scanning interface, "Uncle Fu, I will add you to WeChat, not bad?"

Fu Shiyue stared at him for a few seconds, with some thought-provoking meaning, unlocked the phone screen with one hand, and opened the QR code of his friend.

Lin Fei held the phone and pressed a few times, the name of WeChat is u5085, the profile picture is not the coquettish abs photo, but a natural and elegant life photo, the forest in the morning is filled with light mist, Fu Shiyue is dressed casually and elegantly, pregnant He is holding a small elk in his arms, and the deer's chin rests on his broad shoulders. He looks at the camera casually, like an aristocratic gentleman, very artistically beautiful.

"Do you have two WeChat IDs?"

Lin Fei conveniently changed the note to [quack quack] for easy memory.

Fu Shiyue unbuttoned a suit vest button on the hem, noncommittal, "This is the number of life."

This is called professionalism.

Lin Fei casually clicked on the circle of friends. From the circle of friends alone, it is difficult to see that Brother Duck is in the skin and meat business. Some run in the morning on the road around the mountain to exercise, some are smartly dressed and play polo, and some have afternoon tea on a luxury yacht Yes, there is even a book holding a book by the fireplace to read carefully, and what I read is the hardcover version of "The Future of Capitalism".

"You usually read a lot?" Lin Fei slid to the end. The strange thing is that Brother Duck only has three months of Moments. It's not set to be visible for three months, but only for three months.

The corner of Fu Shiyue's mouth raised slightly, "I read a lot about philosophy, and occasionally I also read about finance."

This is still a literary duck, thinking about the true meaning of wisdom, while wandering in the ocean of sensuality, how well the combination of spirit and desire really makes Freud slap his thigh and call him an expert, Lin Fei has to admire Brother Duck's ideological awareness.

Lin Fei ate the cone in a few gulps, lowered his head and pressed his phone, and transferred a sum of money to Quack Gaga. He was satisfied with Brother Duck's quality. There is a reason why expensive is expensive, "This is a deposit."

"No matter what the teacher says, you agree to everything, don't say too much, I will give you the rest after the matter is done."

After finishing speaking, Lin Fei looked at Brother Duck sincerely, with red lips, white teeth, and slightly drooping eyes, with a clear sense of innocence, and a naturally flattering face.

Especially at this moment, the bright lips are still stained with matcha, and there is a youthful vigor, so tender that water can be wrung out.

Fu Shiyue stared at him for a few seconds, raised his eyebrows slightly, "You want to call your parents?"

"Well, you pretend to be my uncle." Lin Fei put his mobile phone into his pocket, looked at him eagerly, and said seriously: "I know you often pretend to be a father, a master, and a dog. This time you will Concentrate on acting skills, and act in a simple and unpretentious manner."

Fu Shiyue turned his head, stared at him, and suddenly smiled with his lips curled up. The two shallow dimples at the corners of his mouth were faintly visible. Usually men with dimples would look sweet, but on Fu Shiyue, they turned into a kind of gentleness like a modest gentleman. , "You know a lot."

Brother Duck started to show off, Lin Fei was a little worried, and put on a straight face, "Ducks must have the professionalism of ducks, and don't bother with customers."

"What's wrong?" Fu Shiyue asked.

Just now I praised you for your high awareness, but now Lin Fei will take it back. Brother Duck’s service awareness is too far behind. Could it be that he is taking money while talking about sitting up and doing it himself?

Lin Fei calmed down, with a calm expression, "Do you think you have too little money? I won't sleep with you, so you have to be content."

Fu Shiyue was silent for a moment, Lin Fei stared at him calmly with a pair of black and white eyes, ignorant and clear like a deer, he replied calmly, "Okay, I agree."

Lin Fei breathed a sigh of relief, he still had to worry about spending money, if he could not cause trouble after he was in the middle school, he would not have to hire parents again.He pushed open the co-pilot's door, hot wind came blowing in his face, stepped out of the car, and before closing the door, he held the handle with one hand, turned his head and looked at Fu Shiyue, wrinkled his nose, and said in a low voice: "Uncle, you are not young anymore. Your career is not a long-term solution, save some money while you are in good health, and change careers early."

After that, he turned around and walked forward, the half-wet T-shirt on the back was tightly attached to his tight and flexible waist, and he went up along the slightly convex spine, drawing an arc that was enough to make people want to go.

Fu Shiyue took a glance, retracted his gaze, and looked straight ahead without squinting. He took out a pair of neat and capable black leather gloves from the storage compartment, put them on his hands slowly, stretched the edge gently, and then put them on the steering wheel.

A few minutes later, the burly man in a suit and leather shoes parked a black coupe, got out of the car quickly while wiping his sweat, walked to the Tesla, bent down and said, "Mr. Fu, let me drive. "

"No need." Fu Shiyue lowered the car window, resting his elbows on the edge of the window, with a slight smile at the end of his eyes.

The driver froze for a moment, "Okay, do you want to go home first, or go to the park first?"

Fu Shiyue turned his head, glanced at the empty co-pilot, smelled the residual sweetness in the air, spread from his throat to the tip of his tongue, and replied casually: "I want to change my career first."