Cuiyu Hutong

Jiang Mo saw that Zhou Lianfeng hadn't moved for a long time, and he had no luggage or equipment, so he carried a small leather bag on his back, and was puzzled again.

"Why did you come here? I don't think you are going to rent a house here. Don't tell me that you just saw me."

"En." Zhou Lianfeng nodded.

Jiang Mo's hair that hadn't collapsed yelled again: "Hmmm!"

But when he looked at Zhou Lianfeng's serious appearance, it didn't look like he was lying.He recalled that when he saw Zhou Lianfeng again for the first time, his breath was a little unsteady, and the always meticulous person actually added a few wrinkles to his suit jacket.

Jiang Mo chuckled, it definitely has nothing to do with him.If you want to be related, you won't be closed to yourself 800 years ago.

He rolled his eyes towards the sky, leaving half of his eyeballs for Zhou Lianfeng to see.

After talking to Zhou Lianfeng back and forth, Jiang Mo looked at the hand of the wall clock in the room and it was almost ten.The dishes haven't been picked or washed, if you keep beeping with Zhou Lianfeng, he won't open the shop at noon today.

Jiang Mo now takes over his old uncle's former breakfast shop, because he really can't get up at two o'clock in the middle of the night, so he changed it to lunch and dinner.It is also simple to make, several kinds of lunch boxes are provided for the white-collar workers in the high-rise buildings in the alley next to them.

The meat is frozen in the freezer and has just been taken out to defrost.I went to buy vegetables by car this morning, including lettuce, potatoes and cabbage.Prepare to serve with the few tomatoes left over from the previous two days, first fry a tomato egg and a spicy pot.

Zhou Lianfeng was standing in the small courtyard watching Jiang Mo stir-fry several dishes until fragrant.

Fortunately, their room is small, and there is a chopping board next to the stove, which does not affect the operation.If you just want to use water, you must first get a basin from the water pipe in the outside yard.

Jiang Mo's shop has a set lunch menu every day, and he set up a WeChat group to put the next day's dishes in it, and make a few servings for a few people when they make an appointment.You can order food for dinner, but there are only a few items on the handwritten menu, not many.

The old uncle's loud voice, accompanied by the fuzzy range hood, hit Jiang Mo's ears indistinctly: "Mo'er, what are you eating!"

"what?"

Jiang Mo couldn't hear clearly, and didn't dare to stop the fire now, so he shouted, "Old man, wait a minute!"

The old uncle on the bed heard this sentence clearly, and Zhou Lianfeng in the yard also heard it clearly.The corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, and his eyes, which were already dim under the gold-rimmed glasses, also brightened.

He took a few steps forward, stood under the eaves of the old house, and looked at Jiang Mo inside through the red and green wooden window.

Jiang Mo had a pink Hello Kitty apron tied around her waist, and I don't know which shopping mall was promoting it.The waistline looked thinner than when he was in high school, but the chicken coop-like hair kind of pierced Zhou Lianfeng's eyes.

At a quarter past eleven, Jiang Mo put down the pot and divided the vegetables into the lunch box.Thirty copies were ordered yesterday, which is a good result.He gives a large amount and the dishes are delicious, so even if you can only go to the store to pick them up, there are still many repeat customers.

The first customer came at 11:30, and he chatted with Jiang Mo when he took it away.

At [-]:[-], Jiang Mo processed the boxed lunch of the last customer in the microwave oven, and when he turned his head, he saw Zhou Lianfeng still standing in the corridor.

He cursed in his heart, why is this person still the same as before, so stupid.

Jiang Mo lifted the thick curtain on the door frame to block the wind and came out, staring at Zhou Lianfeng.Zhou Lianfeng didn't speak, but looked back at him.

Jiang Mo's eyes ached from the clean gold-rimmed glasses, and after a long time, he said, "Why don't you fucking get blue-ray protection?"

Zhou Lianfeng frowned: "Anti-blue light doesn't care about glare from polarized light."

There was nothing wrong with what he said, and Jiang Mo was so angry that he wanted to take out that bad foot and stamp it twice.

What can he do, there is nothing he can do!

After greeting the guests at noon, Jiang Mo actually had a break.Most of the time, he just nestled on the bed and took a nap, but Zhou Lianfeng took root in front of his eyes, unable to blow away like a fly.

Jiang Mo's troubles were written on the surface, but in his heart, he felt a little inexplicable joy.

It's embarrassing to say it, because Zhou Lianfeng left him behind for six years, and if he said he didn't remember it, he really forgot.But when they really met each other, that face and that person were deeply engraved in their bones and blood.

But he's not stupid, he's inexperienced if he falls down once, but he can't afford it again.

Jiang Mo withdrew his still warm eyes, folded his arms and leaned against the door frame and asked, "Zhou Lianfeng, what are you here for?"

"interview."

"Interview?" Jiang Mo shrugged and sneered.First, Zhou Lianfeng said that he had no money and was poor, but he didn't believe it. This young master couldn't go to his company for an internship after graduation, and even ran out for an interview.

Pretty funny.

Jiang Mo pursed her lips, "Don't say that you have severed ties with your family, or I wouldn't dare to think about it if you gave me ten brains. You are dressed in dirty clothes, and you are sitting on the bus in person. Come for an interview."

Zhou Lianfeng was silent, and Jiang Mo didn't respond.

After staring with big eyes and small eyes for a long time, Jiang Mo's puppy eyes couldn't stare at Zhou Lianfeng's dazzling gold frame.

"Okay, I can't keep up with you here." Jiang Mo shrunk his shoulders and clenched his fists, and pushed twice, "I'll leave first, and you can watch as long as you like, okay?"

He was leaning on crutches to leave, but Zhou Lianfeng grabbed him directly, almost lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"You mother, you are really sick Zhou Lianfeng, fuck me!" Jiang Mo pushed Zhou Lianfeng's hand away vigorously, this time he was really angry.

No matter how good-tempered he is, he is unwilling to serve him anymore, not to mention that he is not a good-tempered master in the first place.

"I'm sorry." Zhou Lianfeng lowered his head, "Jiang Mo, what's wrong with your feet...?"

Jiang Mo took a deep breath, and raised the corner of his mouth with a smile that was not smiling: "It's okay."

What happened to his feet?

Hehe, what happened to his feet.If it wasn't for the man in front of him, he would still be a good man who can run and jump, and maybe he could learn how to be a sky-swapping monkey to stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

It's just that Zhou Lianfeng didn't know anything.

Obviously Zhou Lianfeng didn't know anything.

But he still stubbornly believed that Zhou Lianfeng shouldn't have asked this question.

It was as if a basin of cold water had poured the minced ginger thoroughly from head to toe, and the little flame that had ignited in his heart just now had been completely extinguished long ago.

He looked at Zhou Lianfeng coldly, gestured "please" with one hand while holding a walking stick, and without looking back, he lifted the curtain and rolled back to bed.

Zhou Lianfeng was still confused, but his intuition made him shut up.He deliberately wanted to keep Jiang Mo, but when it happened, he still didn't stretch out his hand.

Looking at Jiang Mo's resolute and procrastinating steps, he felt mixed feelings in his heart.

The author has something to say: The article "President Shou always thinks he came through [Fake Transmigration Book]" will be published by Anliji Youziye:

As an emperor of a generation, Lu Jiayan suddenly found himself transported to the modern world when he woke up.

Originally the heir of the Lu Group, he was framed and had a car accident. As soon as he was released from the ICU, his own father led a group of illegitimate children and said hypocritically: "Yanyan, if you are out of your mind, the company will be handed over to your brothers." Take care of it."

Lu Jiayan sneered in his heart: Isn't this his invincible game of seizing the heirloom, he is familiar with it.

At this moment, a tall man in a well-fitting suit broke in from the door and protected him behind him, his voice was chilling and awe-inspiring: "I have to take care of the company, it's not your turn."

Lu Jiayan looked at the person in front of him warily: this person is probably the regent of this world.

Chasing away the Lu family, Xie Yanlang turned around and wanted to hug his long-awaited significant other, but just as he approached, he was pushed away.

Lu Jiayan: Get out of here, don't even try to harm me!

Xie Yanlang: ...?

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As the only son of a wealthy and model couple, Lu Xiaoshu grew up carefree until he was three years old, but his good days disappeared the day his father woke up from a car accident.

Lu Jiayan hated his three-year-old son who could only watch cartoons, but the harem declined, he only had this one son, and he could only start as a chicken baby.

Lu Jiayan: "You are my prince, and the prince will be of great use. Get up tomorrow and memorize the Three Character Classic first, and then follow me to run five kilometers."

Lu Xiaoshu looked at his own father in confusion: Dad, do you still remember that I was only three years old?

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Seeing that his wife is busy with her career and no longer spoils her son, Xie Yanlang was originally happy to see the success.

But one day, Lu Jiayan suddenly threw a bunch of pictures of beautiful women in front of him, and asked seriously, who is his woman.

Lu Jiayan: "Who is Xiaoshu's biological mother, I want to give her a title."

Xie Yanlang: "Xiao Shu is your and my child."

Lu Jiayan was full of doubts: "You are lying, how can you and I have a baby?"

Xie Yanlang couldn't bear it anymore, he turned his body and pressed the person under him: "How to live, don't be afraid of words, just live like this..."

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