Calculation rules for second-hand goods and second-hand forces

Zhao Xiaofu woke up.

With a heat on his forehead, he opened his eyes and saw Yan Luoqing's profile.

He was lying on the edge reading a newspaper, the profile of his profile was simple and neat.

"Fuck, why are you still here, what time is it?" Zhao Xiaofu rubbed his eyes, is he going to be late?Thinking of this, I jumped up and looked for clothes and socks.

"I'm on annual leave." Yan Luoqing waited for him to get dressed, and calmly took the alarm clock to show him.

"It's only 5:50?" Zhao Xiaofu couldn't believe it.

"It's exactly 10:20." Yan Luoqing reminded the difference between the hour and minute hands in a friendly manner.

Zhao Xiaofu was stunned for three seconds, then wailed, and frantically found his mobile phone. There were several missed calls on it, all of which were from Old Wang.Call back: "Hey, Uncle Wang, I'm sorry, um, I didn't miss work on purpose today, um, it's because, it's because of..." It seems that simply oversleeping will not be forgiven.

At a glance, Yan Luoqing was turning her face to snicker, and her eyes were staring, beckoning him to come up with an idea.

Yan Luoqing said with her mouth: car accident.

Zhao Xiaofu didn't care too much, and hurriedly said to the phone: "Yes, I was in a car accident... Oh, I'm fine, I messed with others and was busy taking him to the hospital, and the phone was left there... Really, I won't lie to you. Come on, this person is right next to me now, listen to his voice." Handing the phone to Yan Luoqing's mouth, she gestured with her eyes.

Yan Luoqing said word by word: "I'm sorry, we played too late last night and it was delayed. I saw that he was too tired in the morning, so I didn't have the nerve to wake him up. I won't do it next time." After finishing speaking, she smiled and looked at Zhao Xiaofu's His face was instantly livid.

Zhao Xiaofu listened respectfully to Old Wang Tou's earnest teachings like a chicken pecking at rice, not daring to show his anger.

After the training, Lao Wang patted him on the shoulder and said, "You are smart and quick to learn, this job is a bit subservient to you."

Zhao Xiaofu hurriedly expressed his loyalty: "No, no, this job is very good. Thanks to you for thinking highly of me."

"But I have always felt that your heart is not at work. Besides, with your ability, you can find a better job..." Old Wangtou said seriously, "It's like this book," he said, holding it Pick up a book, "Those who can read this book, come here to do odd jobs? It's too embarrassing. Young people need to be tempered, but if you find a more suitable job, wouldn't you be able to temper yourself?"

Zhao Xiaofu looked at the book and couldn't help being amused: "Uncle Wang, this is just a novel, anyone can read it." Isn't it just "Gone with the Wind".

The old Wangtou looked at him strangely: "I can't understand a single word." He added, "This is the French version."

Zhao Xiaofu was startled, then picked it up and flipped through it again: "..."

Really French.

I saw this book the other day when I saw a student coming back, I flipped through it casually, and I was attracted in as soon as I saw it, I read it with relish, and didn't pay attention to the language problem at all.

Strange, why didn't I feel anything wrong after watching it for so long?

It turns out that I can read French?Zhao Xiaofu was surprised and surprised, and he didn't know how to explain it, so he begged with a shy face, "Uncle Wang, I know I was wrong, I shouldn't be absent from work, I'm guilty, I'm sorry for the country, I'm sorry for the society... Your lord has a lot to do." , can you give me another chance?" Thinking about how to buy Baoruan Zhonghua to give Lao Wang a headache.

Old Wang sighed: "It's not that I don't give you a chance. It's that you should give yourself a chance to figure out what you are suitable for, what you want to do, and what you can do. Teacher Song recommended you to me at that time, saying that you want to find a job. I thought you were clever, so I stayed. But now, I really feel that I'm delaying you. You said that you don't need a good culture, and it's not a way to come here to do odd jobs, right?"

After teaching him a lesson, Lao Wangtou asked Zhao Xiaofu to leave work early, telling him to think more about his own life direction.

Zhao Xiaofu didn't know what to think, this was the first time he was fired since he could remember.It's really not a taste!

French?He speaks French?How much material does Yan Luoqing have not given him?Go home and watch a French movie and try.

My heart is in a mess.

After wandering on the street, he accidentally got on the bus passing Yan Luoqing's company.

Familiar with the door, I found the gate of his company, walked in, hey, it's still the girl at the front desk.

Zhou Xiaoshi looked up and saw Zhao Express, her face turned pale: "Mr. Express?"

Zhao Xiaofu smiled Mimi and said: "This time the express delivery is a bit expensive, you have to ask Mr. Yan to sign for it in person."

Zhou Xiaoshi said with a mournful face, "Boss Yan went out with the guests. Sign it for me, please."

"When will you come back?" Everything is not going well, and you can't even find a fault?Zhao Xiaofu was deeply frustrated.Zhou Xiaoshi had no choice but to say, "Probably, maybe, maybe... I don't know." Why would Mr. Yan dare to call this express delivery company? Could it be because the price is cheap?It is said that there is a problem with the company's financial turnover, and it seems to be true!

Zhao Xiaofu glanced sideways, "...I still have things to do. He doesn't want to forget about this express mail."

Zhou Xiaoshi quickly stopped him: "Mr. Zhao, you can wait at the VIP table for a while. Mr. Yan is in the restaurant opposite, and he should be back in a while."

Before she could finish her last sentence, she had long since disappeared.

As soon as he walked out of the office building, Zhao Xiaofu saw Yan Luoqing and a man walking out of the restaurant from a distance, waving each other goodbye.

Inadvertently glanced, but saw the man's face clearly.

What is Song, Song... Song Yuzhi?

He suddenly remembered that he pointed it out to Yan Luoqing that day, but Yan Luoqing still said he didn't know him.

What's the situation.

Suspiciously made a phone call.

Zhao Xiaofu hid behind the pillar and watched Yan Luoqing take out his mobile phone as he walked towards the building.

Then Zhao Xiaofu heard Yan Luoqing's lazy voice from the phone: "What are you doing?"

Zhao Xiaofu asked back: "What are you doing?"

"A new client came to discuss the contract."

so...

Zhao Xiaofu thought for a while: "I'll buy a roast suckling pig when I come back..." After thinking for a while, "Forget it, here are a few catties of squid, I want to fry it." Originally, I wanted to ask about those things.But after calming down and thinking about it, if Yan Luoqing didn't want to say anything, it would be useless for him to block her.

In the evening, Yan Luoqing asked him while firing the squid, "Have you been to the company?"

Zhao Xiaofu responded.

Yan Luoqing, "What's the matter?"

"On the way."

Yan Luoqing looked at him: "...you must be fired." It was only today that I found out that this guy was secretly looking for extra money without telling him, and he never noticed it. It was a big mistake.

Zhao Xiaofu's eyes widened: "How can you tell?"

"I see that your seal is dark, there must be an ominous omen..." Yan Luoqing smiled secretly, no one can guess what to eat properly.

At eleven o'clock, when she heard the sound of the shower coming from the bathroom, Yan Luoqing calmly logged on to MSN.

Light a cigarette and smoke it.

A small avatar named 'Zhanyan Naso' trembled.

Click to open.

Crackle, crackle, crackle.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he tapped on the keyboard leisurely.

When Yan Luoqing finished deleting the last chat record, Zhao Xiaofu walked into the next room wetly.

Yan Luoqing dismissed MSN as if nothing had happened, and looked at the hour in the lower right corner: 11:29.

I can't help admiring myself, this time is too short...

Zhao Xiaofu didn't realize what was going on in the other room at all, he was deeply shrouded in a loss of unemployment.

He dried his wet hair with one hand, and casually opened the French version of "The Little Prince" he bought with the other, but Song Yuzhi's face flashed in his mind.

By the way, why can't I ask such a crucial question?