When I was young, I used to think that Qiao Zimo was just a dog skin plaster on my body, and I couldn't pull it off. I'm used to the way he stays with me.

Later, I realized that most encounters in life depend on fate, just like me and Qiao Zimo, when fate came, I blinked my eyes and saw him, but I didn't know that I loved him.

When fate was gone, I lost him.

City B is not a big city, but the popularity of this commercial city is not ordinary.

Especially on weekends, there are as many people as visiting the wet market.

When I was looking for Xiangxiang's figure in the crowd, I saw that person, just a back.

With shoulder-length curly hair, wearing a peaked cap, and a casual dress, he was dressed the same as the day he was in the duck meat shop, which shows that his economic conditions are not very good, otherwise he wears the same outfit every time he meets him.

That back is still very similar to Qiao Zimo in my mind.

Although he is thinner than Qiao Zimo, I am very familiar with that figure.

I'm thinking, when I met such a person in the vast sea of people, even if he wasn't Qiao Zimo, it was a kind of fate to be similar to Qiao Zimo.

I can't care about Chen Xiangxiang anymore, I just follow that person, I want to see who he is, and I see that it is close.

I yelled.

"Joe's big head?"

The man's figure was visibly stunned, but he didn't look back.

The pace is faster, and the head rushes straight ahead.

His body movement made me even more suspicious, and I suspected that he was the transformed Qiao Zimo.

A Qiao Zimo who didn't want me to find him.

I chased after him, and he ran faster than a rabbit.

The mall was well connected, but he was a little panicked and plunged headlong into the aisle of the bathroom.

The wind was blowing under my feet, and I vowed not to stop until I caught him today.

I found that Qiao Zimo and I must have been enemies in our previous life, either he owed me money in my previous life, or I owed him food in my previous life.

In our life, the eight characters do not match, and the red thread in Yuelao has been torn off many times.

We stumbled all the time and couldn't get together.

Seeing that I was about to catch up with the young man with the temperament of an artist, Xiangxiang appeared, and she grabbed me and asked me where I was going.

I was in a hurry, my tongue was knotted, and it took me half a day to hold back a sentence.

I said, "Xiangxiang, do you look at that person, does he look like Qiao Datou?" ”

Xiangxiang followed my gaze and looked ahead, and my son instantly straightened, and she ran faster than me, chasing straight towards the person.

The toilet turned a corner, and Xiangxiang and I only saw a corner of clothes turned into the men's toilet.

Then, Xiangxiang and I waited outside the men's toilet for about half an hour, and the people in the men's toilet went in and out, stubble after stubble, and Xiangxiang's son and I were about to bleed.

I've thought about it many times in my heart, if that person came out was really Qiao Zimo, what should I do.

Should I go up and just shave him in the ears or kick him twice?

I didn't notice the tears in my eyes, and God knows how wronged I was.

I even thought that if Qiao Zimo appeared in front of me immediately, he only needed to give me a warm hug, and I would forgive him immediately.

However, the man went in and never came out again.

Xiangxiang has a quick temper and almost rushed into the men's toilet to arrest someone.

I grabbed her and called Du Chubby.

Du Fatpang went in and came out to say that there was no other person inside except for an uncle who was fifty miles away.

I'm not very reconciled, I obviously saw that person go in, how could a big living person disappear if he can't say it?

After a while, the uncle came out, a fat uncle, obviously he couldn't be the young man.

The porridge bottom hot pot tastes good, but my mood with Xiangxiang is not quite right, and it doesn't taste good at all.

During this time, Du Fatpang told N many bad jokes in an attempt to amuse the two of us, but he failed.

Xiangxiang said: "Fatty, don't talk about it anymore, how can you be responsible for the snow in the summer." ”

The porridge boss came to the table many times, and the concerned eyes made us feel really embarrassed.

He held back for a long time, and finally asked the question in his heart.

"Two beauties, give me more opinions, is our porridge hot pot really that unpalatable?"

I didn't have to deal with him, but Qin Kai sent me a few WeChat messages, and he always cared about how I talked to the porridge boss, and whether there was any drama? It's really not good, and it's okay to lower the market a little.

I started a smile at the porridge boss that was more ugly than crying.

I said, "Boss Zhu, of course the hot pot is very comfortable, and if you have some cold beer, it will be even more comfortable." ”

The boss was a smart man, and immediately called the waiter to bring a case of beer, and very cheerfully shouted that we were open to eat and drink, and it was all counted on his head.

Eat recklessly we don't, but recklessly drink, that's really drinking.

After drinking a case of beer, I signed a contract with the porridge boss to push advertisements to them on the boiled water official account once a month.

The advertisement lasts for half a year, and if the effect is good and the porridge hot pot is not closed, it will continue for half a year.

I don't know when the price was doubled, and why the porridge boss readily agreed.

It was a miracle and it gave me a rare experience at the business negotiation table.

That is, to hold the body upright, the posture cannot be lowered, and the momentum must be overwhelming the others.

Of course, Du Fatpang played a key role, and he seemed to be a little reluctant to open my lion's mouth, and promised the boss to help them shout twice for free in the show.

The porridge boss thanked us a thousand times and personally sent us out.

The rain was getting lighter outside, although the commercial city was not far from our apartment, just two blocks away.

But my classic car was parked in the basement, and I drank again, although I think I'm not civilized at times, and even a little fucked, but I know the seriousness of drunk driving, and being a law-abiding citizen is my bottom line.

I decided to walk back, sober up and a little muddy in my head.

Chen Xiangxiang and Du Fatpang were going to the radio station to host a late-night show, and Xiangxiang insisted on sending me back.

But I insisted on refusing, Teacher Xie taught me that when I can not trouble others, I said to Xiangxiang.

"Girl, you know how much I drink, and that beer tonight is just the beginning. Don't worry, I won't lose myself, besides, even if I lose it, I don't know how to find a police uncle. ”

Xiangxiang repeatedly asked me to promise to give her the video when I got home, and then I disappeared from my sight with Du Fatpang.