"Is something wrong?" Zhou Bocheng turned around. It was still a little unreal. 700,000 yuan was the craziest thing he had ever done in his life. He kept using cigarettes to suppress his inner restlessness.
"Bocheng, I'm sorry for what I just said. I've been under a lot of pressure in my life recently, so it's inevitable that there will be some... The punishment for customer complaints here is very severe. For the sake of my classmates..." Song
Ru lowered her head, a little embarrassed, but she had another meaning. Zhou Bocheng could even afford a BMW, if...
"Oh... I'm not a country bumpkin who only knows how to make hot water? Am I not a toad climbing high branches?" After hearing this, Zhou Bocheng suddenly felt that his calves were not trembling so much. He raised his eyebrows and asked.
"No, Bocheng. I was young and ignorant before, but you are actually a very good person..."
"Go away Nima!" Zhou Bocheng cursed loudly and turned around and left without looking back.
I'm going to die if I step on my horse! Still only consider other people's feelings? It feels so good to swear!
I can do whatever I want!
Before walking out for a few steps, the cell phone rang. Zhou Bocheng lit a cigarette and answered the phone.
"Zhou Bocheng! You are getting more and more courageous. Do you really think that the company is your home? Come when you want and leave when you want? If you can do it, do it, but if you can't, get out."
"Fuck you! I quit!"
"What did you say?!" Meng Chen's voice on the other end of the phone became louder and full of shock. He was the manager of Zhou Bocheng's project.
"I said..." Zhou Bocheng took a deep breath of cigarette and shouted while exhaling.
"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! Do you understand? Meng Chen, I said fuck you, do you understand?"
He wanted to say this since the second month after joining the company, and he endured it for three years!
Meng Chen on the other side of the phone was dumbfounded. He was frozen in place and couldn't move. This was... Zhou Bocheng?
That "Xiao Zhou, help me get a glass of water." "Xiao Zhou, help me change the form." "Xiao Zhou, help me distribute the information." "Xiao Zhou, go and copy the report for me." "Xiao Zhou...
"Zhou Bocheng?"
"If you understand, I'll hang up." Zhou Bocheng hung up immediately after saying that. He was dizzy and ready to go home and take a nap.
Meng Chen, who was on the other side, froze on the spot for half a minute. When he realized what he was doing, he laughed angrily, "Okay, okay..." There was no hint of smile in his eyes.
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After my grandmother died, she left a 70-square-meter house for herself. This was the benefit of my grandfather in a factory twenty years ago. It used to be very lively, but in recent years many neighbors have either sold their houses or rented them out.
His figure is almost gone.
The withered plants in the green belt mean that no one has cleaned it for a long time. The old walls are full of the flavor of time and are also memories of Zhou Bocheng's childhood. Now the basketball court has become a parking lot, and the original out-of-bounds line and two-point shooting line have become
To measure the distance between cars.
The innermost building has a total of six floors. There is no elevator, the stairs are narrow and high, and the corridor exudes a damp and musty smell. He lives on the sixth floor, and the Pang Chuan couple who asked him to have noodles live opposite him.
It has two bedrooms, one living room, one bathroom and one balcony. The only advantage of this kind of house is that it is transparent from the north to the south. There is almost no common area, and the furniture is all old objects. Zhou Bocheng has lived by himself for three years.
Taking out the Huazi that he had been reluctant to smoke from under the coffee table, Zhou Bocheng lit one, leaned back on the sofa, and stared at the empty room in a daze.
Although the chandelier in the living room was shabby, it was very clean. Zhou Bocheng's eyes slowly blurred, and he didn't come back to his senses until the cigarette burned out and burned his index finger.
"Really...are you going to die?..." After muttering to himself, he took out two photos from the drawer. The pixels were very poor, and there were three people on them. But one was younger, and the other was older.
.
"I have a lot of crazy ideas in my mind, and I can hardly suppress them anymore..."
Beep beep beep... At this time, the phone rang. Zhou Bocheng looked at the caller ID and picked up the call.
"Brother, Jianghu comes to the rescue,"
"Aren't you on a business trip?"
"Except for the fare, your sister-in-law, I don't have a penny in my body. I'll pay you back 5,000 next month." Pang Chuan's voice was a little excited.
"Isn't this nice?"
"Brother, you have to leave and you are not allowed to meet your lover? Your index and middle fingers are not just for holding cigarettes, do you understand?"
The more Pang Chuan talked about it, the happier he became. He was twenty-nine years old, worked in a state-owned enterprise, and married Zhao Ya three years ago. In the eyes of others, he was considered a talented man and a beautiful woman. Only Zhou Bocheng knew that Pang Chuan was very fancy.
They have known each other since childhood. Pang Chuan's parents bought the house opposite when they were working in this city in the past few years, and now they live together.
Because Pang Chuan looks like a Northeasterner, tall and fair, and has some romantic talents, he looks for flowers and willows every day.
Although Pang Chuan bullied Zhou Bocheng when he was a child, it has to be said that the relationship between the two has been very good over the years, especially after Zhou Bocheng's grandmother passed away, and the couple regarded Zhou Bocheng as their biological brother.
Through Zhou Bocheng's perseverance and hard work over the years, his internship salary has increased from 800 yuan to about 4,000 yuan. From time to time, it will be a few hundred yuan more. Every time the company distributes anything, he will send it to him.
"I'm telling you Pang Chuan, be nice to your sister-in-law, she is such a good person." Zhou Bocheng was very serious. Although he was going to die, he hoped that the people who were good to him would be good to him.
"Stop, stop...what have I done wrong to her? She has the final say in the whole family. You kid don't understand. Do the flowers at home have the fragrance of wild flowers? You will know after you get married. I won't say it anymore. I just bought it with your sister-in-law.
I’ve got a pot of flowers and I’ll give it to you. Quickly transfer the money and hang up.”
As soon as I hung up the phone, there was a knock on the door, accompanied by a breathless tone.
"Bocheng... hurry up, help sister-in-law."
When Zhou Bocheng heard this voice, he quickly got up, ran to the bathroom and poured water on his face. He didn't want to tell anyone.
Opening the door, Zhao Ya, who is sexy, elegant and elegant in black stepmother's clothes, appears in Zhou Bocheng's eyes with a burst of fragrance. The unique charm of the young woman next door is clearly visible.
Zhao Ya raised her heels. She was exhausted from going up to the sixth floor with high heels. One hand was pressed against the wall, the other hand was on her waist and her head was lowered. She was panting. Zhou Bocheng's eyes didn't obey his orders and he always acted on his own.
He looked down insistently, which made him feel very guilty, and he subconsciously took half a step back.
Zhao Ya didn't notice this, and kept speaking in this unladylike manner.
"Your eldest brother insisted on buying a money tree and said it was for good luck, then he ran away. Bocheng, please help me."