It was already eleven o'clock when Zhao Dong returned to the dormitory. Looking around, he saw that only two of the three security guards assigned during the day had returned.
One of them was chatting on the phone with his girlfriend, and the other was calling Honor of Kings on his mobile phone.
Zhao Dong refused to be polite to them, washed up and went to bed.
The two security guards looked at each other, and the contempt in their eyes flashed. They were not targeting Zhao Dong, but purely to express their dissatisfaction with Fatty Sun.
Originally, they planned to go through the motions with Zhao Dong tomorrow, but what they didn't expect was that in response to the intimidation of a few people like skipping work, this guy didn't even dare to fart?
I simply let go of this thought.
I just got paid my salary and am thinking about going to visit Fatty Sun tomorrow.
The reason why they were targeted by Fatty Sun was not because of lack of ability, but because of lack of filial piety.
According to the rank, 10% of the salary should be paid to Fatty Sun. This is an unwritten rule of the Security Department.
They were dissatisfied before, but now they have no other choice. If they don't surrender to Fatty Sun, they will have no choice but to follow Zhao Dong all the way.
Although they didn't know the inside story about the theft at the construction site, they could guess some clues. If it was really a good job delivered to the door, who would get it?
Zhao Dong doesn't care what they think. The opportunity has been given to them. Since they don't know how to cherish it, there will be times when they regret it in the future. When the fall comes, he will never show mercy!
My thoughts were confused and I felt sleepy, but I was woken up by a WeChat message.
After Zhao Dong returned to Tianzhou, he changed his phone number and only added two friends. One was Shu Qing and the other was Meng Jiao. Sophie only saved one phone number. With their current relationship, there was no need to send WeChat messages.
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Shu Qing's friend was blocked on the day they broke up, so naturally it wouldn't be her.
I picked it up and saw that it was indeed from Meng Jiao.
The content is very simple, with only one sentence, "Are the injuries on your body feeling better?"
Goddess Meng's gentleness and Goddess Su's ruthlessness are in sharp contrast at this moment.
Zhao Dong was typing on the keyboard and was about to reply when a second message came in, "If you send a WeChat message so late, you won't be inspected by Goddess Su, right?"
"I live in a dormitory." Zhao Dong added a curled expression.
After a while, the third message came in, "My hands hurt from washing your clothes!"
Next is a picture.
Zhao Dong opened it and took a look, his breath suddenly stagnated.
The picture shows a slender figure with small palms, slender fingers, neatly trimmed nails, slightly red fingertips, and a hazy fluorescent white skin, giving people a delicate beauty.
He glanced at it subconsciously a few more times, then turned off the picture and replied, "Is the washing machine broken?"
Meng Jiaole on the other end of the phone was shaking her head. Is this guy Zhao Dong a straight man? If other men heard this, they would definitely say how distressed they were and how to comfort him.
No matter how bad it is, I'm afraid I still have to ask why you wash it by hand? Or maybe I treat you to dinner?
Fortunately for him, he actually asked about a washing machine that couldn't be hit by a pole?
Meng Jiao had no choice but to use all the words she had prepared, so she simply asked: "Don't you feel bad?"
Zhao Dong replied honestly, "I feel bad."
Thinking of Zhao Dong's naivety, Meng Jiao felt a hint of ridicule, and sent out an ambiguous text with a wicked smile, "When I was washing clothes, my lower body got wet!"
This time I waited for a full minute before receiving a reply, "Be careful not to catch a cold!"
Meng Jiao was startled for a moment, and then burst into laughter. Zhao Dong was too honest, too funny, right?
If it is a man with a normal orientation, nine times out of ten he will say, "I don't believe it, let me take a look," etc.
How lucky is he to prevent himself from catching a cold?
Haha, why haven’t I noticed this before? This guy is so interesting!
While feeling moved, Meng Jiao became playful and sent another teasing message.
Zhao Dong had been working hard all day. He was already tired and had a fever after drinking a little. He was about to sleep when the screen turned on again.
He subconsciously wanted to reply good night, but when he saw that sentence on the screen, his sleepiness immediately disappeared without a trace.
"Do you want to see it?"
The residual heat of Chunliang's mild fever rose in his abdomen. Zhao Dong's breathing became rapid, and he didn't know what to think of. He felt his cheeks were burning and his body was twisting restlessly.
Under the influence of alcohol, he replied tremblingly, "Can I see it?"
After waiting for a short time, the phone vibrated again. Zhao Dong took a deep breath and then carefully clicked on the picture.
A pair of pure white soles of her feet jumped out in front of her eyes. Unlike Sophie, her soles were slightly plump, but it did not affect their appearance at all. Instead, they added a bit of sex appeal. A touch of light blue was painted on her small thumbs.
Even though he knew he was being tricked, he still couldn't bear to look away.
The insteps of her feet were already wet, and a few drops of crystal water gave off a blurry color under the lamp.
The last two messages sounded one after another.
"I won't tease you anymore, Sleepy, I'm going to sleep."
"Hide the picture, don't let your goddess Su find it, I'm not responsible for putting out the fire!"
It was destined to be an uneventful night. Zhao Dong tossed and turned in his sleep, and a face flashed through his mind from time to time. He couldn't tell who it was, but it was particularly fragrant.
When I woke up early the next day, something embarrassing happened and I lost my temper.
He hurriedly changed into a pair of clean underwear, and then took out his cell phone again. Although he was reluctant to part with it, he still deleted the call history.
Even though he and Sophie were still in the cold war, having those two pictures on the phone made me feel a little guilty.
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The next few days were uneventful.
Zhao Dong drank tea in the security department during the day, and went to see Old Man Wang at night to drink, smoke, and chat about the mountains.
Somewhat unexpectedly, starting from this day, the three theft incidents were temporarily stopped, and nothing was lost for several days. It seemed that this incident was over.
Even Fatty Sun seemed to have forgotten about it, smiling at each other every day without mentioning it or urging it.
Xu San breathed a sigh of relief, but Zhao Dong couldn't be happy at all.
On the one hand, he felt a lot of pressure as time went on.
I always feel that this matter is not as simple as it seems. The current calm situation is more like a precursor to the coming storm!
On the other hand, there are emotional issues that have stalled Sophie's progress.
Zhao Dong wanted to apologize and admit his mistake, but unfortunately the other party was very busy these days and was away from home in the morning and evening. He only came back after ten o'clock every day.
Both times I was sent back, the car was a black Mercedes-Benz.
After standing at the gate of the Imperial Garden for a month, Zhao Dong can now easily judge that the price of this car is around two million. With his current salary, he may not be able to afford it without eating or drinking for the rest of his life.
The car owner is a man in his thirties, with a handsome demeanor and gold-rimmed glasses. He will take the initiative to open the door for Sophie every time without any overstep, showing the gentlemanly demeanor of a man.
Zhao Dong didn't want to be jealous, but after all, he was legally recognized as his wife. Seeing Sophie getting out of the luxury car every day, he really felt a little uncomfortable.
However, out of respect and trust for Sophie, he had been trying not to have an attack, but today he couldn't bear it anymore, and his eyes were twitching.
After the man got out of the car, he gave her a polite hug, but his hand was a little dishonest. The palm that fell on her back began to rub her.
Sophie also noticed something strange, but she drank half a bottle of red wine tonight and the high heels she was wearing were wobbly. If she pushed the man in front of her away, she would most likely fall down!
When she thought of the man's identity, she was stunned for a moment.
what to do?
Sophie's hesitation was interpreted by the man as acquiescence, and a charming and magnetic voice sounded in her ears, "You have drunk too much, let me take you home."
Sophie raised her brows and originally wanted to push the man away, but unfortunately she didn't have the strength in her hands. Before she could open her mouth to refuse, she was pulled into her arms by a more brutal force.
Smelling the familiar smell, she guessed it was Zhao Dong and felt a little relieved, then there was a sound of wind passing by.
Sophie was startled, and was mostly awake from the wine, so she hurriedly exclaimed: "No!"
Unfortunately, it was still half a step too late. The man had already been knocked down by Zhao Dong's punch!