Situ Qinglang blamed himself for being suspicious, he pinched his eyebrows with his long fingers, and entered a private room called "Youming" in the Lotus Garden.

The old classmates had been waiting there for a long time, and there were seven or eight people sitting around a mahogany round table in the hall, some familiar faces, and occasionally one or two newcomers were there.

Situ Qinglang didn't feel very comfortable in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, after stepping out of the campus, his classmates' feelings had already slowly deteriorated, just get by, there was no need to worry too much.

"Qinglang is here!" Li Jiuzhi, the deputy squadron leader of the ** Bureau, immediately stood up and shook hands with him with a courteous face.

Li Jiuzhi's job was found by Situ Qinglang with a friend back then, but in the past few years, his development has all depended on himself, and he can get mixed to such a point in the ** bureau at a young age, Li Jiuzhi naturally has two brushes.

In the spirit of not forgetting his roots, he regarded Situ Qinglang as a benefactor, and gave him seven points of face wherever he went.

As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone present stood up, smiling and patting his ass, Situ Qinglang is used to being high-minded on weekdays, but on this occasion, he will not be too picky.

"You're welcome, there's something going on in the army today, and I'm late. Situ Qinglang picked up the delicate blue and white porcelain wine cup in front of him, "I'll punish myself with a glass of wine first." ”

"Qinglang is still so sincere, I especially admired your temper when I was in school! Come, I'll toast you!" Li Jiuzhi said with the wine.

The wine cups collided, making a pleasant porcelain sound, and at the same time, there was a sudden loud "bang" outside the door.

"What's going on?" Li Jiuzhi was very unhappy, and the people present were even more frightened, thinking that someone suddenly came to investigate!

Standing on the side, the waitress who was tall, with exquisite makeup, and wearing a set of dark red silk cheongsam with gold thread, immediately glanced out with a knowing look, and apologized with a smile on her face: "I'm sorry, I'm afraid that some guests accidentally hit the door, please continue, I will tell the people outside to watch carefully." ”

"Really, isn't the guy who doesn't open his eyes blind?

"Ahh

It's going to be late, it's going to be late...... She continued to rush into the dressing room of the waiter in Heyuan with her head in her hands, this was her first day at work!

A few days ago, my grandmother's cemetery had to pay a management fee, so after handing over such a huge asset of up to 2,500, the sweetheart was so poor that she couldn't open the pot, and even Ma Weiwei and Situ Qingqing asked her to have dinner, she was embarrassed to go, and secretly began to look for a part-time job.

She is independent, and she didn't want Ma Weiwei to know her difficulties, but Ma Weiwei was born with the potential to "break the casserole and ask to the end", so she came and went, and Ma Weiwei was tricked out of the things that she didn't have money.

"Find me when you're poor!" Ma Weiwei, who was enthusiastic about the ancient road, slapped her thigh and immediately took out five thousand yuan from her handbag, "Keep it!"

"No, no, no, how can I borrow your money!" Sweetheart stepped back in a panic.

"What's this, there is no distinction between you and me between girlfriends, I let you take it!" Ma Weiwei is very strong!

The sweetheart pushes back, it's not that she's too polite, it's just that once she owes money, she always has something to do in her heart.

When she was a child, her grandmother taught her, saying that people live well and rely on their own self-sufficiency, and they must not be relieved by others.

Ma Weiwei knew her sweetheart's character, so she retreated to the next best thing, and inquired about her work.

"Do you want to work and study?" He Jiaming looked disdainful on the phone, "Are you going to experience life when you are full and have nothing to do?" Ma Sheng won't give you pocket money?"

"Hey, it's not me, it's the sweetheart—"

He Jiaming's mind moved, and he asked, "Sweetheart?"

"My sweetheart's parents died early, she is an orphan now, and she is still in college, so she ......" Ma Weiwei didn't open the door, and she didn't feel that these words should not be said, so she told her out.

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