Chapter 675

At about 5 p.m., Wang Zibo came to Tianjingshan community from Xianning University Town, carrying a bag of snacks as usual.

Hu Linyu was very upset when he saw it: "Shen Ningning is changing his teeth, and so is Chen Hansheng. He always likes to sneak out with Anning to buy snacks. Do you think it hurts her? In fact, it hurts her!"

"You think it hurts XXX, but in fact it hurts XXX."

This sentence pattern is so common that Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo were often talked about by their parents when they were young.

Wang Zibo touched the sweat on his face, smiled and said, "Hulin language, how can you speak the same tone as my mother."

"Bah!"

Hu Lin Yu gave Wang Zibo a white look: "your face is more and more like Chen Hansheng."

In fact, Wang Zibo is almost a senior. After three years of college, his experience is much more complicated than that of ordinary college students. He has been a dog licker, worked part-time, and now he runs his own company. His round face has a little edges and corners, and looks like a man.

However, in essence, he was honest and loyal. He went to the bathroom to wash his face, and wiped his wet hands on his body: "I don't know what to do on the phone."

"Good thing."

Hu Linyu handed over several paper towels: "the ordering system of milk tea shop is pretty good. We're going to pay you."

"What?"

Wang Zibo glanced at Shen Youchu, and Shen Youchu nodded slightly.

"What reward do you want? Xiao Chen has given me 20000 yuan before, which is almost just enough."

Wang Zibo also specially explained: "it didn't cost much before, but after the opening of shiziqiao branch, the networking system of each branch should specially develop a software. I specially asked two senior brothers of doctor for help, which cost 10000 yuan more."

"Then you have to take it, too. We don't want to owe you."

Hulin insisted.

Secretary Hu has an independent thought of "women's rights" and is unwilling to owe a favor to boys at all.

"No one owes me."

Wang Zibo's mind is also very simple. The milk tea shop belongs to Shen Youchu, Shen Youchu belongs to Chen Hansheng, and Chen Hansheng is a close friend who plays together.

This relationship, let alone making money, is willing to subsidize itself.

Unwilling to argue with Hu Linyu, he simply picked up Xiao aning and went to find Chen Hansheng, leaving Shen Youchu and Hu Linyu looking at each other.

"Brother Zibo, sister Lin Yu has always asked me to recite ancient poems and ask me to do math problems..."

When he came downstairs, Xiao An Ning held Wang Zibo's neck and "Wei wronged" told about his recent tragic experience.

The little girl and Wang Zibo got to know each other very early. They got to know each other three years ago. In her head, Chen Hansheng has the closest relationship, but brother Zibo has the best temper.

Later, he inexplicably came to the big city. Although he was reluctant to give up his mother, children can't make their own decisions.

Fortunately, however, anin felt a lot of love here.

Wang Zibo was amused, took out an ice cream from his pocket and said, "this is what I just hid quietly. Xiao Hu is also for you. In learning this, brother Zibo also supports her."

"Oh, that's what elder brother and elder sister said."

Shen Ningning gave a lovely sigh, opened the chocolate ice cream and ate it. He didn't forget to give his brother Zibo two bites. Wang Zibo smiled and refused.

Chen Hansheng is easy to find. He has only a few strongholds in Jiangling University Town, including the University of Finance and economics, Tianyuan East Road office and Internet cafe.

In the afternoon, he came to Tianyuan East Road and sat in the shade of a tree playing mahjong with Zhong Jiancheng.

One hand "clattered" shook the Pu fan, the other hand touched the mahjong card, hung his legs, and shouted "touch, bar, eat" from time to time.

"Xiao Chen, brother Zhong."

Wang Zibo said hello. Chen Hansheng nodded. Zhong Jiancheng threw Wang Zibo a cigarette and turned to his wife and shouted, "Anning is coming. Get some watermelon for her."

Hour's wife liked the beautiful Shen Ningning very much and specially cut a big watermelon. Little aning held it in her hand like holding a big moon.

"Go, follow grandma to play there."

Zhong Jiancheng's wife led Anning to the next door: "they are all smoking. It stinks."

"Country women don't have any insight. They call their generations indiscriminately."

Zhong Jiancheng shook his head helplessly and spewed out a thin smoke: "three!"

It is reasonable to say that Zhong Jiancheng's wife should be an Ning's "aunt generation", but she suffered with Zhong Jiancheng in her early years and grew old faster.

In addition, in rural areas, there are many grandmothers in their forties, so my wife subconsciously regarded little Anning as a "granddaughter generation" for hours.

Chen Hansheng knows that Lao Zhong is proficient in eating, drinking, playing and gambling. There is no bath center in Jiangling District that he is not familiar with. But even if he has money, he has never thought of divorce. He can be regarded as a "scum man" who is not very good.

Wang Zibo can also play mahjong. He took a chair and sat next to him. He listened to Zhong Jiancheng's yellow jokes. He grinned foolishly.

Although he also tried to tell some online jokes, either everyone has heard it or his expression ability is not enough. In short, after Wang Zibo finished speaking, the mahjong table will be cold for 10 seconds until others start another topic.

Wang Zibo himself was a little embarrassed. He simply twisted his ass and listened to others' stories. In fact, it was also fun.

At more than 6 o'clock, there was a cool evening wind in Jiangling. Wang Zibo raised his head. The red sunset hung on the horizon. The sunset was winding like a brilliant silk.

Friends are still playing mahjong. Little Anning is lying on the wooden table and watching Zhong Jiancheng's daughter do her homework. The snack street of Yiwu Commodity City opposite is full of noisy college students······

In a trance, Wang Zibo suddenly had an inexplicable sense of separation. He was already a junior and would soon go to society, but many times it was like he was still in high school.

It seems that time passed so fast that my head didn't react.

Wake up once in a while. Oh, I understand that I'm going to graduate from college.

"Hey ~"

Wang Zibo smiled at himself. Unless it is Xiao Chen's taboo free character, for ordinary people like himself, life may be like this.

Spend a lot of time confused and grow up in a few moments.

At this moment, Wang Zibo suddenly wanted to poetry.

Although they have nothing to do with each other now, even when Bian Shishi came back from the nutshell electronics factory that day, he was suddenly a little indifferent to himself, but he still couldn't stop the yearning from the bottom of his heart.

Wang Zibo had never had such a palpitation when he was in love with Huang Hui before. The relationship between him and Huang Hui was always impetuous in the air. Where did he feel so down-to-earth.

Wang Zibo took out his mobile phone, opened the dialog box of "Bian Shi Shi" of the contact, and "Da Da Da" typed a line of words.

"I miss you."

However, after watching silently for a long time, Wang Zibo deleted all the "dada" again. After locking the screen, he looked up with some joy on his dark face.

Although he didn't dare to send it, Wang Zibo was very happy to be so bold.

"Why?"

Chen Hansheng's eyes were so poisonous that he understood at a glance: "miss a woman?"

"No, don't talk nonsense. You're talking nonsense!"

Wang Zibo blushed and didn't admit it at all.

However, in the Dongda dormitory in Xianning University City, Bian Shishi sneezed three times with his nose "a sneeze, a sneeze, a sneeze".

"What's the matter, poetry?"

Xiao Rongyu asked with concern, "did you kick off the quilt last night?"

"No, maybe some bastard is scolding me."

Bian Shishi said gnashing his teeth.

It's reasonable to say that it's just sneezing, not so angry, but if you add a dull boy, it's worth it.

Wang Zibo is an asshole. If I don't contact him, he really doesn't contact me!

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(there's a chapter at about 10 pm. Lao Liu thought he didn't have to break before writing. Now the throbbing of refusing and welcoming is worth a chapter.)