I regret it a little bit, I had known that I would have spoken a few seconds later, and in this way, I would have been responsible.

Of course, this is a joke, you have to be kind, you can't shirk your responsibility, otherwise how can you set an example for my son?

Moreover, the other party seemed to be a cultivated person like me, although he drove a Phaeton, he did not look down on my nine-handed Santana at all, and politely took water from the trunk and invited me to drink.

I don't want to mention how much emotion I feel in my heart, if every driver had such a cultivation as ours, there would be no such thing as rubbing off the paint and beating each other to the hospital.

"Miss, do we still need to call the police?" Mr. Phaeton asked politely.

In the end, after negotiation, neither of us paid any money, and Mr. Phaeton helped me tow the car to a car repair shop.

No way, although my car and his car are the same father, but the other people's are strong.

The mechanic circled my car twice and said, "You look like a nostalgic person!" ”

What do you mean, saying that my car is broken? I want to get angry when I stare at it, don't I miss the old line, rent, son, mother, what can't be costed?

Before the fire came out on my side, Zhou Ziheng's call came.

"Xia Yuanqing, why haven't you come to pick me up?" He asked dissatisfiedly, "Don't oversleep, I can tell you, you will be deducted if you are late, and I can't help you if you look for me!" ”

"I didn't oversleep." I said, "Rear-ended." ”

"Huh?" Zhou Ziheng was stunned for a moment and asked, "Are you okay?" ”

"It's okay, I just can't pick you up." I said, the anger suddenly disappeared, haha, you are a Zhou peel, this time you are dumbfounded, right?

I don't even want to fix the car, I don't have a car, look how he enslaves me.

But in order to pick us up in the summer, it still has to be repaired.

Mr. Phaeton asked me where I worked, said that I was on the way, and asked if I wanted to take his ride, and I thought about it and agreed.

Such a gentle and elegant gentleman, there is really no reason to refuse.

On the way, Mr. Phaeton told me that his name was Time, and that the name was as gentle and elegant as his person, and that he tasted it carefully, and that it had a hint of romance.

"Do you still have a surname?" I asked curiously.

"Of course there are, and there are quite a few!" Time said, "During the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty, there was a master who made purple clay pots, called Shi Peng, and Dong Han, Zhao Liang, and Yuan Chang at that time, and called the four masters, and his son Shi Dabin, who was also famous for making purple clay pots. ”

He speaks unanxiously and dryly, like a gentle breeze and drizzle, eloquently, which is simply a pleasure for the listener.

A humble gentleman, gentle as jade, that's probably how it feels, right?

"What about you?" I asked, "You don't make purple clay pots, do you?" ”

He laughed.

"I've got a few in my collection." He said, and then there was no follow-up.

This is not to let people know what his profession means.

I didn't ask any further.

"Was that your son yesterday?" Time asked.

"What's wrong?" I asked rhetorically.

"No, I just think it's cute." Time smiled slightly, and didn't ask any further.

We are all smart people who are keenly aware of the privacy that others don't like to be snooped on.

At this time, a person's cultivation can be reflected.

If you are well-cultivated, smile slightly and change the topic.

has poor cultivation, but he just wants to break the casserole and ask to the end, which makes people want to fool him.

"What do you do in Jiahao?" Time asked.

I'm very happy to tell you about this, maybe I can get a big customer!

I handed him a business card.

"Find me when you order food and room in the future, and I'll give you a discount." I said.

"Then you're welcome." Time said, reaching out to take the business card.

What a pleasant man, and even though I was selling him something, he acted like he had accepted a good offer.

He kept dropping me off at the hotel gate, and when I got off the bus, I asked him, "Doesn't Mr. Shi have a business card?" ”

"Not really." He said with a smile, I know it's not perfunctory.

Well, I delete the comment yesterday that said he was hateful.

I got out of the car, went to close the car door, and halfway through the closing, I suddenly remembered something, and poked my head out and asked him, "Mr. Shi, do you have any other cars?" ”

He was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded.

"Do you want me to lend you one for the time being?" He said.

"No, no, no, no, I'll just ask." I said.

I closed the car door, said goodbye to him, walked up the steps, and met Zhou Ziheng head-on.

He leaned diagonally against the automatic door, which could not be closed, and there was a clattering sound of struggle.

"Who's that man?" He asked me.

"The one I rear-ended." I said.

"Ho!" He sighed in a strange voice, "I was hit and sent the perpetrator to work, and Uncle Lei Feng is alive again?" ”

"You're wrong." I said, "Uncle Lei Feng is not dead, he will always live in our hearts!" ”

After saying that, he gave him a blank look, and walked towards the elevator.

Zhou Ziheng caught up from behind with a snort.

"Xia Yuanqing, do you take the leader in your eyes?" He said.

"Let it go!" I said, "Leadership is important, yes, but money is even more important, and people like me who clock in and get paid can't compare to people like you who can get paid without clocking in." ”

He gritted his teeth angrily.

"Xia Yuanqing, if you don't scare people, will you die?"

"Yes!" I said.