Chapter 17: He's Died Sixteen Times This Month!
"Awesome. β
Dong Han was driving in front, looking back at the calm pair of dog men and women from time to time.
"Did you two do it on purpose? I didn't see the face of the child of the Guo family, it was like the sky had fallen. β
"Drive your car. Zheng Zhi didn't look up, his fingers tapped his knees, thinking about tomorrow's trip.
Every time Dong Han is with Zheng Zhi, he feels that he is actually a little eunuch left over from a hundred years ago, otherwise why would he be so strong when he is hit by Zheng Zhi every day?
Is it love?
No.
It's cheap.
Speechless all the way, Dong Han drove Song Jingqiao and the others home, but as soon as the car drove to the door, he found that Zheng Zhi's villa was brightly lit.
"Could it be that my stupid sister is here to wait for the rabbit again?" Dong Han sighed, he couldn't do anything about Dong Yao, he couldn't beat him.
Zheng Zhi glanced at it and quickly withdrew the hand that opened the door, "Song Jingqiao, go and clear the field." β
Song Jingqiao: "......"
The fiancΓ© and his own brother are all here, and as a result, they have to be swept out of the house by the 'little three', Dong Yao, the young grandmother of the Zheng family, is really aggrieved.
Song Jingqiao had already changed his clothes, his shorts and short sleeves were in order, but when he walked in the door, he was still attacked by Dong Yao who was sitting on the sofa.
"Look what the hell you're wearing, with such short pants, who are you going to seduce?"
"Why are you here again?" Song Jingqiao didn't want to talk nonsense with her.
"Can't I come? This is my fiancΓ©'s house, I can come whenever I want!"
Dong Yao rolled her eyes, and felt a pain in her eyes when she saw Song Jingqiao's bewitching appearance, "I came today to tell you about the love between me and Brother Zheng Zhi, it is best for you to retreat after listening to it, if you don't retreat, ...... not."
The round apricot eyes narrowed, and Dong Yao deliberately lowered his voice: "Then don't blame me for being unkind to you!"
"You say. Song Jingqiao sat down across from her tiredly, "Hurry up, say quickly." β
"Humph!"
Dong Yao rolled her eyes again, cleared her throat, and began to talk about it when she was seven years old......
"Are they planning to leave you in there?"
Half an hour passed, and Dong Han was really impatient, "I'll urge you." β
Zheng Zhi closed his eyes and recuperated, "If Dong Yao asks about me......"
"Yes. Dong Han is as good as a stream: "Just say that you are dead." β
β......β
Dong Han got out of the car, but unexpectedly did not hear the sound of quarrels and cries coming from the house.
It shouldn't be.
Dong Yao should have been scolded and cried at this time.
He was puzzled, and just as he wanted to push the door in, he heard his sister's high-spirited voice.
"Do you know how much I love Brother Zheng Zhi now? Let me tell you, our love ......"
"Your love is like a mountain in spring. β
Song Jingqiao yawned boredly, "I don't know when it will be green." β
Dong Yao: "......"
Dong Han eavesdropping outside the door: "......"
Immediately after, Dong Yao's humming and chirping cries came out from inside.
That's right, Dong Han breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door and pulled his sister out, Dong Yao refused to go, and struggled desperately: "What are you doing! I'm going to fight to the death with this ugly woman today!"
"I can't beat it. Dong Han nodded at Song Jingqiao, turned his head and began to coax his sister again: "Go back first, let's go back to practice first, and come back after practicing." β
Dong Yao still refused to leave: "Why didn't Brother Zheng come back with you?"
"Dead. β
"He's died sixteen times this month!" Dong Yao cried louder, and was dragged into the car by his brother half-supported and half-embraced.
And Zheng Zhi had already sneaked into the living room from the small door.
Things went well tonight, Song Jingqiao poured him a cup of hot water, and casually asked about tomorrow's work arrangement.
"Then the focus of my next work is to take Zheng Qian?"
Zheng Zhi nestled in the sofa, lazy, "I have already informed him, I will wait for you at the door at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, what is your part-time job tomorrow?"
Song Jingqiao took out his mobile phone memo and showed it to him, which was densely filled with to-do lists.
"Tomorrow morning there is a part-time job for a high-end takeaway, and in the afternoon there is an errand for people, you see which one you want him to do. β
"Of course I did. Zheng Zhi pointed his finger on the screen, "But didn't your part-time job go to the construction site to move bricks and wash dishes in a restaurant?"
"No, I go to the construction site with this face, and it is easy to be photographed as an Internet celebrity. β
Song Jingqiao doesn't like to expose herself to the Internet, the main reason is that she is afraid that when others scold her, she will return her mouth and turn defeat into victory, and it will not be good if she is accused of malicious abuse by others.
So who gets to receive court leaflets every day?
Tomorrow's work was finalized, Song Jingqiao thought that today would be over, and he raised his ass and walked a few steps, but was stopped by Zheng Zhi.
"I'm going to take a bath. β
Because the subject is "I", Song Jingqiao didn't realize that she was talking to her at first, and she didn't react until Zheng Zhi said it again.
"Then I'm going to rub your back?"
"Drain the water. Zheng Zhi glanced at her, "The scope of your work is not that deep. β
"......" Song Jingqiao obediently went to put bath water for him, and tossed until almost two o'clock before lying on the bed.
Early the next morning, Zheng Zhi estimated that he was busy, and left before seven o'clock, leaving with two big dark circles on his face and very low air pressure.
Song Jingqiao didn't sleep enough, and the dark circles under his eyes were only better than him, not inferior to him.
At eight o'clock in the morning, Zheng Qian appeared at the gate on time in a suit of sports shorts and short sleeves, shrunken and refused to even enter the door.
Song Jingqiao didn't ask him why he didn't come in, took his coat and walked out the door with him.
"It's cloudy and windy today, and although the temperature isn't low, you'd better go home and get a coat. β
"I'm not cold. Zheng Qian reluctantly followed behind, his thin body swaying, like a malnourished little bean sprout.
Song Jingqiao didn't care much about Zheng Zhi's family, but she always felt that Zheng Qian's face was very familiar.
Not because he is similar to Zheng Zhi by three points, but because of ...... It seems that he looks very similar to Zheng Xiao?
"You ......" Song Jingqiao took Zheng Qian to the electric car rental station, and the high-end takeaway she wanted to make was actually an illegal profit-making organization led by a university senior.
The senior has a good family background, and loves face, and usually wants to have a beautiful woman to serve him for lunch, but the company is usually busy with work, and he doesn't have time to go out to eat every day, so he has this deformed service project.
Song Jingqiao did it a few times in her junior year, but after she couldn't swallow the customers who rubbed the oil, she was removed from the organization, and only re-contacted the senior a few days ago, and the senior promised to give her another chance.
and repeatedly told her that she should not exercise vigorously when eating, try not to hit people, and just call the police directly.