At the door of the small supermarket and Xu Fei, when Wu Jun took a taxi back to the villa, it was already more than four o'clock in the afternoon.

As soon as I got out of the car, I received a call from Bian Xuedao to report the progress of the work.

For the matter of leasing the store, Wu Jun put Dong Lizhu in charge of it, and Dong Lizhu handed over the task to Bian Xuedao.

From the decision to lease the resale storefront, to this point, it has only been a day and a half since the full count, Bian Xuedao has already secured two stores, rented two suitable stores, and the original tenant is cleaning up things and leaving.

"Brother-in-law, I've worked hard for you, this matter is done, and I'll give you a bonus. Wu Jun made a phone call, took out the key, pushed the door and entered the villa.

"As long as the money is in place, there's nothing that can't be done. Bian Xuedao was very sincere, did not invite credit, and said bluntly, "The shops we subleased were originally average in business, and they couldn't make a few dollars a year, so they pointed to this little transfer fee to return to the capital." ”

"By the way, Mr. Wu, has the store decoration been decided?" Bian Xuedao said, "The remaining two are talking, I feel that it is almost the same, I can't move in immediately after the renovation is completed, and I have to wait for more than a week at the earliest, and the store decoration should also be put on the agenda." ”

Wu Jun entered the room and sat on the sofa and asked, "Does my brother-in-law have any introductions from the decoration company you know?"

"There is such a ......" Wu Jun explained the purpose of his call, and he was slightly embarrassed to learn the road, "My uncle's family is a decoration company, and in terms of price, we will definitely get a discount, the quality of materials or something, he will dare to play sloppy with me, I will go to his house." ”

"Since it's my brother-in-law's uncle, let's look for his house, who is not looking for it, the fat water doesn't flow into the fields of outsiders. Wu Jun didn't care, and agreed with a smile.

"Then let's meet tonight and determine the decoration style and price of the store?" Bian Xuedao said, "The drinks we ate and drank together last time, we haven't drunk together for a while, and we have two drinks tonight?"

Wu Jun heard Bian Xuedao's words, his head was a little big, he drank a lot with Xu Fei and her father at noon today, and the wine on his body had just gone down, and he had to drink it again at night.

Drinking twice a day is not the same thing.

Wu Jun bluntly said that he couldn't drink, he could talk about things, just drink and drink another day.

Bian Xuedao was not reluctant, and made an appointment to meet at 8 o'clock in the evening at the nearest branch of the Shimen Inn where Wu Jun lives now, and then hung up the phone.

After ending the call with Bian Xuedao, Wu Jun thought that it would not be the same thing to go out at night and bring a body of alcohol to the appointment, so he got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After taking a shower, I looked at the time, it was not half past four, and it was still early from the agreed time.

Wu Jun didn't change his clothes, wrapped a bath towel, and went directly to the bedroom.

When I woke up in the morning, I didn't even fold the quilt and the bed was not tied, and the bed was still a mess like it had just rolled over the sheets.

Wu Jun raised his legs to the side of the bed and jumped into the bed in the posture of a 180-degree diver entering the water.

"I'll go, what's so flustered. As soon as his back touched the bed, he felt that his back was pushed against a hard object, and Wu Jun turned over as a lazy donkey, rolling to the side with bared teeth.

Reaching out and touching it, I pulled out one from under the crumpled sheets, a lighter.

With a click, he opened the lid of the lighter with his finger, and it was still a kerosene lighter.

I haven't bought this thing myself.

Wu Jun looked at the lighter in his hand with a puzzled expression.

After being stunned for a few seconds, he remembered that on the balcony of his uncle's house last night, Li Xiaoxiao used this lighter to light a cigarette for him.

Li Xiaoxiao's lighter, why did he run into bed?

I guess she ended up here last night when she brought herself in.

Wu Jun didn't think much about it, a lighter is not worth a few dollars, and there is no need to solemnly return the property to its original owner.

Leaning over the edge of the bed, I reached open the drawer at the head of the bed and threw the lighter in.

Set an alarm clock for 7 o'clock on your phone, throw your phone aside, roll over and lie down to sleep.

Sleeping in a daze, Wu Jun heard the mobile phone ringing, and thought it was time, so he picked up the mobile phone and took a look, it was only half past six.

It's not the alarm clock that goes off, it's a call from Bian Xuedao.

"What's the matter, brother-in-law?" Wu Jun asked after answering the phone, sitting up from the bed, scratching his head.

Bian Xuedao said anxiously: "Mr. Wu, Bian Jing has a high fever at this time, your sister and I are on the way to send her to the hospital, we may not be able to get over later, I will send you my cousin's phone, can you two meet and talk?"

"Dad, if you don't go, I can do it myself. Before Wu Jun could speak, Qian Na's voice sounded on the opposite side.

Wu Jun hurriedly said: "It's important to see Bian Jing, you and my sister take care of her, don't worry about me, I can do anything here." ”

"That's okay, let's do this first, I'm driving, I'm sorry, Xiaojun. After Bian Xuedao finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Wu Jun saw that the appointed time was also close, so he got up and got out of bed to get dressed.

As soon as I put it on, the phone on the table vibrated a little.

Wu Jun picked up his mobile phone and took a look, Bian Xuedao sent a phone number, Wu Jun was not in a hurry to contact, and it was not too late to contact him when he arrived at the door.

After sitting in the living room for a while, when it was almost seven o'clock, Wu Jun got up and went out an hour early.

I just finished drinking at noon, and although the alcohol in my body has gone down at this time, the alcohol content in my blood has not gone down.

Wu Jun didn't drive, and after walking out of the community, he reached out and stopped a taxi.

After getting on the bus, I reported the destination of the trip: "Master, go to the nearest Shimen Inn Hotel." ”

"Okay, sit tight. The driver pressed the meter and started the car.

Inside the taxi, the radio is FM for the local traffic radio station in Shimen.

Wu Jun raised his hand and glanced at the time, it was seven and a little bit at this time, coincidentally, the talk show hosted by Ma Siyu was exactly this.

In the mobile phone, after the broadcast on the hour, a few advertisements were broadcast, followed by the opening music of "Light rain is coming".

Wu Jun sat in the back seat and asked casually, "Master also likes to listen to this show?"

The driver said proudly: "That's right, I'm a big fan of Sister Yu, and I've seen Sister Yu herself, and Sister Yu took my car not long ago." ”

Wu Jun smiled and said: "Yes, that's a coincidence, I'm also a fan of Sister Yu, I envy the master, and I've seen Sister Yu herself." ”

"That's it, Sister Yu herself......" The driver's master remembered the image of Ma Siyu's poncho ten days ago, barefoot, and wearing pajamas, and said, "Sister Yu herself is much more beautiful than the official photos on the radio." ”

As soon as the driver finished speaking, the opening music ended.

"Good evening everyone, I'm the moonlight, welcome to listen to the moonlight tonight~"

Hearing the sound from the radio, Wu Jun and the driver were stunned at the same time.

Isn't it "a light rain is coming"?

How to change it to "the moonlight is coming" in a blink of an eye!

Taxis are waiting at the intersection just at the red light.

The driver picked up the mobile phone in the armrest box, opened the official account of the radio station, and sent a voice message in a frustrated manner: "Routine, you are a routine! ”

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