flicker, then flicker

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Hang Zhe walked back along the way he came. On the way, he received a call from the elder sister of the intermediary, saying that she would arrive later. Hang Zhe had no choice but to sit by the flower bed downstairs and watch the old men play a complete set of Baduanjin.

Seeing that he was looking seriously, an old man tried to invite him to join, but Hang Zhe waved his hand and refused. The old man frowned displeasedly, and his movements became more vigorous. After practicing, the old man walked away refreshed.The rest of Hang Zhe had nothing to watch, so he had to take out his phone and browse the forum.

A very familiar post caught my eye, but this time the protagonist was replaced by Art. The post said that Art hugged Noah's thigh and disrespected the seniors in the team. It also implied that he had some problems with the club owner. What kind of special relationship, Hang Zhe read halfway, the agency called in, he answered the phone, and casually sent the link to Zhong Rui, such a low-level matter should not be seconded to Dong Mingqi.

I looked at a few apartments with the agent, and Hang Zhe took a fancy to a two-bedroom apartment. This apartment type is for rent, and the price is a little more expensive. Hang Zhe decided to rent it immediately without hesitation. After signing the rental contract, he asked: "This apartment type Is there anyone for sale?"

"Two-bedroom? Rarely, this type of apartment will be robbed as soon as it comes out. Why, do you want to buy it? Then you have to wait. There are people queuing up ahead. If you want it, I will register it for you. There are new houses available. Yuan came out to contact you." The elder sister spoke very fast, and her hands were even faster, and she snapped the rental contract and sent it to the landlord, "What's the matter, young man, do you want to make a wedding room? This is the most suitable place for a wedding room, school district or something They are all available, and the matching packages are ready-made, so don’t think about it if you can afford it, I won’t let you be the one, the people who bought here in the early years are now making a lot of money.”

"Well," Hang Zhe didn't say much, "then please contact me if you have a house."

After sending the agency away, Hang Zhe wanted to call his sister, and took out his mobile phone to see Zhong Rui's news.

Zhong Rui: What did you send me?Post was deleted.

Hang Zhe: Hei Art's post disappeared so soon?

Hang Zhe was quite surprised. His black post is still floating on the homepage. Although the building is crooked, he has never seen the administrator come out to take care of it from the beginning. Is the difference in treatment so obvious? Is he really responsible for traffic?Hang Zhe didn't know, since last night, a lot of Hei Art's posts have appeared one after another. Some of them even exposed the situation of his family. After receiving the notification, the administrator deleted the posts and sealed the IP in the background, and then completely suppressed it. .

Zhong Rui: What do you mean who did it?

Zhong Rui: Damn it, it's endless.

Zhong Rui: I just made an announcement, please remember to forward it.

Hang Zhe: OK.

On the other hand, Art, who seldom goes to the forum, was also told about it.

"Zhimian, is it convenient to talk now?" Art received a call from his dad during training, and left the training room under the probing eyes of his teammates.

"Dad, you say."

"Did you cause trouble outside? All the black posts have been stabbed to me!"

"What can I cause, I..." Art suddenly thought of someone, "What post, I'll check it out later."

"It's already been deleted by others, it's outrageous! You said that your dream is to do this all day long, so come back and go to school as soon as possible." The middle-aged man's voice was stern. He was not familiar with the e-sports circle, so he secretly asked someone to pay attention. I thought that the first person to report to me was black material.

Hearing his son say he was sorry, the man reluctantly let it go: "One more thing, I won't take over your club. Don't try to use my name to run amok in it."

"Dad, I never thought about it," Art said, neither humble nor overbearing, "I will work hard on my own."

"Well, but..." the man changed the subject, "I lowered the price with your boss, if you are interested, sell the messy things in your room, plus the money in your hand, it should be enough .”

"Dad!" Art held his breath. "You mean...?"

"What I mean is, if you can't make a name for yourself, you might as well switch to something else as soon as possible! Okay, just for this matter, if you are willing to give up your rags, you can contact Uncle Li yourself, formalities and legal affairs He will help you with the business, I said earlier, the loss is your own, you should think it through yourself!"

Art knew that his father would not take over Shengshi, but even if he was killed, he would never have thought that the old man would pave such a way for himself.

Yan Ming checked Weibo at noon and found Noah's announcement.

The word is official, hammered to the flesh, not only admitted that the other person in the photo is indeed Brother Yue, but also took a new photo to prove that there were more than two of them present at the time, and finally reiterated the friendship with Brother Yue, and shouted Brother Yue, stop stuffing him with dog food.

Mingming Ruyue forwarded Weibo, Yan Ming scrolled down, and he actually liked a comment.

[Yue & Nuo]: I believe you are just friends, I hope you can all be happy!

...It's very well said, if it weren't for the name, I would have believed it.

Sure enough, the comments below were all dissatisfied.

[Friends, share a group number and make money together. 】

[Don't eat alone, floor lord, use a group account to help your brothers. 】

[The group account chatted with me privately. I have been professionally cleaning floors for 30 years, and the rhythm is better than Beethoven. 】

There was nothing to do in the afternoon, Yan Ming continued to browse Weibo, and there was a set of jokes from sand sculpture netizens, so happy that he almost forgot to leave after get off work.

Out of the building, Yan Ming saw Hang Zhe at a glance this time. He seemed to have bumped into an acquaintance and was talking to someone with a smile. On his face, there were strict eyes.

"Your colleague?" Yan Ming didn't go until that person left.

"I'm the leader," Hang Zhe nodded his watch, "I got caught leaving early."

...Wait, who are you talking about arresting whom?

"Didn't you not go to work?" Yan Ming felt that the two of them had a different understanding of the word leader, "Could it be that he arrested you?"

"That's different," Hang Zhe smiled, "I asked for leave seriously, and he must have sneaked out."

"Tsk, it's cool." Yan Ming remembered that his leader got off work at the latest every day.

"That means freer time," Hang Zhe said with a smile, "I usually work a lot of overtime, and I will transfer him to work next month, so I guess it will be the same."

"Have you rented the house?" Yan Ming raised his head and asked him.

"Well, move next weekend." Hang Zhe waited for him to ask where it was, but Yan Ming stopped and turned his eyes to the shopping mall not far away.

"I want to buy something, do you want to go back first?"

"No, just stay with you for a while."

A few minutes later, Hang Zhe felt that Yan Ming should thank himself for this decision.

"You want seafood?"

"I want to cook..."

"Use this soy sauce for cooking."

"Okay," Yan Ming put down the soy sauce, and took two steps forward, "Will you use white or mature vinegar for cooking?"

"It's all right, you can buy mature vinegar." Hang Zhe picked up a bottle and handed it to him, "This will do."

Yan Ming glanced at the ingredients, but didn't see any tricks. When he looked up, he met Hang Zhe's eyes before he could retract. Yan Ming's heart thumped, and he blurted out, "What are you looking at?"

"Look at you," Hang Zhe simply put his eyes on his face, "you're stupid."

Yan Ming wanted to smash the vinegar bottle on his head.

In the second half of the journey, Yan Ming stopped asking him, and threw what he liked directly into the shopping cart. Hang Zhe followed behind. When he checked out, he saw a cart of products with a wide variety of varieties and a wide span, and couldn't help asking him: "What are you planning to do?" do what?"

Yan Ming was at a loss for words, he had never thought about this question at all!

"I won't come here tomorrow," Hang Zhe sent him downstairs, "the previous work has to be handed over."

"it is good."

"I'll see you when I'm free this weekend."

"Ah."

"I'm leaving?"

"Do you want to go up and sit down?"

Ignoring that he pressed the elevator door close button three times, Hang Zhe's performance can be said to be calm and self-sustaining, but when he entered Yan Ming's house, he realized that he had misunderstood it. It was not sitting or doing, the one who cooks did: )

Hang Zhe picked out a bunch of irrelevant ingredients that could barely be put together, and when he was about to cook rice, he found something was wrong.

"Where's your rice?" Hang Zhe turned his head, and Yan Ming was leaning on the door frame to supervise the work.

"Rice?" Yan Ming seemed to have no problem at all, "I don't have rice at home."

"Then what do you usually eat?" Hang Zhe is an authentic northerner. When he came here, he followed the customs and joined the Rice Zhenxiang Sect. Unexpectedly, his children's house didn't even have rice.

"Noodles and dumplings." Frozen:(

"Then I'll make fried dumplings, do you want to eat them?" Hang Zhe took out a box of quick-frozen dumplings, "Are there any eggs?"

"Yes." Yan Ming turned to get the eggs, "Is two enough?"

Yan Ming put down the eggs and leaned back to the kitchen door. Hang Zhe turned his back to him and skillfully cut vegetables and started the pot. Yan Ming watched for a while, and felt that this wave of profit was made. The premise is that the person in front of him doesn't run away this time. If he runs again... Yan Ming thought about how to break his dog legs gracefully and without breaking the law.

The phone rang, and Yan Ming was still stuck in the bloody drama and couldn't extricate himself.

"Hey, call." Hang Zhe called him.

"It's not my phone," Yan Ming responded, "your phone."

Hang Zhe had no choice but to raise his oily hands: "You have those beautiful eyes, why can't you see anything in them, help me take them out."

Turning around halfway while speaking, Yan Ming took out his mobile phone from his trousers pocket with difficulty, and connected the call for him.

"Sister." Hang Zhe didn't stop his hands, he turned his head slightly, his breath fell on the fingers holding the phone, making Yan Ming itchy.

"I'm outside now." Hang Zhe paused for a long time, Yan Ming didn't listen carefully to what was said on the other end, he just felt the tingling itch go straight to his heart.

"Okay, then I'll be there in a while." After hanging up the phone, Hang Zhe gave him a regretful look, "My sister is looking for me."

After cooking and tidying up the kitchen, Hang Zhe stopped at the door.

"I'm sorry," Hang Zhe raised his hand and rubbed the back of his head gently, "I'll have dinner with you next time."

The author has something to say: Art: Rich.

Xiao Ming: Rich and handsome.

Noah: Rich, handsome, and a fanboy.

Brother Yue: ...

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I will be on a business trip in the next few days, the next chapter will be updated on Friday, and Wednesday’s will be added on Sunday, sorry.