The door opened, but Zhao Dong was stunned by the person who opened the door. It was a man!
Zhao Dong looked embarrassed and said hurriedly: "Sorry, I knocked on the wrong door!"
With that said, he turned and left.
The man stopped him, "Wait!"
"Are you here to see Miss Meng?"
Zhao Dong turned back with a wry smile. Without waiting for an explanation, the man had already spoken, "Miss Meng no longer lives here."
Zhao Dong was stunned, "Can't you live here anymore?"
The man said: "Yes, the house was sold to me."
Zhao Dong asked again, "Sold it to you? When did it happen?"
The man thought for a while, gave a date, and then closed the door impatiently.
Zhao Dong recalled, wasn't it just a few days after he moved out of Emperor Garden?
Confused, I returned to the car and dialed the phone. Unexpectedly, the phone was already switched off!
Feeling disappointed, he stopped disturbing the other person's life.
After leaving Emperor Garden, he drove aimlessly and then randomly found a food stall on the street.
The wine is intoxicating. Halfway through the third bottle, Zhao Dong was already tipsy.
In the haze, I vaguely heard the singing voice of a girl. The voice was very nice, and when paired with the guitar, it was easy to get immersed in it.
As Zhao Dong listened, the irritability in his heart dissipated, and his consciousness gradually became clear. He always felt that her voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
Suddenly, the atmosphere was ruined.
The girl screamed, accompanied by the man's cursing, "Damn it, you took the money, what happened if you touched it a few times?"
The girl hurriedly took out two hundred yuan and said, "Brother, you misunderstood. I only sing and the money will be returned to you."
The man refused and asked, "How much money do you need for just singing?"
Some people followed and started yelling, "That's right, you collected the money and you can refund it right away?"
"Sister, you sing well, let's change places!"
"How about going to a KTV and singing to your heart's content?"
"Don't worry, a song costs two hundred, and my brothers are not short of money!"
Just as he was talking, a wine glass suddenly exploded on the spot!
There was a "pop" sound!
It shocked everyone.
Everyone looked back and heard Zhao Dong sneer, "If you have money, you are the boss, right?"
As he spoke, he pulled out a pile of money from his wallet and slammed it on the table!
A thick pile worth tens of thousands of yuan.
Zhao Dong usually doesn't carry so much cash with him. When he went to pick up his elder brother today, he took it with him to be prepared, and it came in handy unexpectedly.
The man picked up the wine bottle and made a fuss, wanting to step forward to take action, but his companion gave him a look.
He turned around and saw an aggressive black SUV parked on the side of the road. Especially with the huge Mercedes-Benz logo, he lost all confidence.
I called the boss to come over and pay, but a group of people ran away in despair.
The girl ran forward with the guitar in her arms, nodded and bowed and said, "Brother, thank you for helping me out. Can I give you a song?"
Zhao Dong waved his hand, "No, you sit down and drink with me!"
The girl was embarrassed, "Ah? I'm sorry, brother, I only sing and don't drink..."
Zhao Dong stopped teasing her, "Why, you don't recognize me anymore?"
The girl was stunned, covered her mouth and said, "Oh, are you Brother Zhao Dong?"
Zhao Dong pulled up the chair, "Sit down and say, it's already this hour, you're not in school, why did you run out?"
She was the girl that Xiaoqian brought out of the dormitory when she had dinner with Wang Meng last time. She had a pretty good impression. If I remember correctly, her name was Xiaoxi.
It's just that Xiaoqian's motives were impure at the time, and he didn't take the girl seriously. His only impression was that she had a nice voice.
Especially today, since he bumped into him, he was too embarrassed to pretend he didn't see him.
But he couldn't understand how she could come to a place like this to sing at such a late hour?