In the past, during every lunch break, Zhou Song either went out to eat or ordered takeout. He had never been to a company-operated restaurant. Today, in the middle of his resignation letter, Liang Xiao suppressed his desire for freedom. He felt even more depressed and had no mood to go out to look for food.
I didn’t want to waste my time waiting for takeout, so I went to the company cafeteria for the first time.
The group's signboard is loud, and the canteen is of course the same. There are two areas for Chinese and Western food, covering an area of about half a floor. There are many people who come to eat here. He fell in love with the Chinese food area, got a plate and went to line up. The queue in front of him
They all turned to look at him, thinking that the incident of throwing mobile phones had quickly spread to other departments and was well known to the whole company. When Zhou Song was stared at by these people, he immediately turned around and went to the western food area. There was no need to queue in the western food area, and the meals were self-service.
I randomly picked up two slices of pizza and a plate of pasta, and sat down next to the glass curtain wall with the plate in hand.
As soon as he sat down, his cell phone rang. It was Han Feilu. He answered the call and said, "What are you doing?"
Han Feilu: "Oh, you took some gunpowder again? You're talking so rudely."
Zhou Song: "It's okay, I'm dead."
Han Feilu: "I have something to do. Have you got off work at noon? I'll treat you to dinner. I'll be downstairs in your company."
Zhou Song: "If you have something to say, tell me something."
Han Feilu: "It's not clear what can be explained on the phone. We have to meet in person."
Zhou Song was too lazy to go downstairs: "Then come up to the restaurant on the 23rd floor."
Han Feilu said "Okay" and was about to hang up the phone when Zhou Song said: "There is a milk tea shop in front of the company. Bring me a cup of watermelon pop."
It took some time to buy milk tea. When Han Feilu came in with two cups of milk tea, the restaurant was almost full of people. He stood at the door and looked in twice before he saw Zhou Song by the window. He walked in and pulled away from Zhou Song.
He sat down on the chair opposite, put the milk tea on the table, and said, "Your workplace canteen is much more elegant than ours."
Zhou Song felt unhappy, so he picked up the milk tea, inserted the tube into it, and drank it without even saying thank you to Han Feilu.
Looking at his face, Han Feilu knew that he was in a bad mood, like a wild cat with fried fur, and couldn't help but want to provoke him: "I came all the way to bring you milk tea, and I didn't even eat, so you just put one on the table
Show me your bad face?"
Zhou Song bit the straw and glanced at him sideways: "No matter how smelly my face is, it still looks good. If you like it, just look at it more. If you don't like it, just endure it."
Han Feilu was angry and laughed: "Why do I have to tolerate you? I don't owe you."
Zhou Song raised his chin towards the door: "You don't have to bear it, the door is over there."
Han Feilu chose to tolerate him again, so he set a new level for himself: "I will tolerate it this time. Who asked me to ask you for help if I have anything to do?"
He had already taken a step back, but Zhou Song was chasing after him, biting the hem of his trousers and not letting go: "Discussing the case with me again? It's unlucky for you to come. I'm not in the mood to talk nonsense with you today. Besides, there is no one in your unit except you.
A second head? Are all people just walking lumps of elm wood? If nothing else, don’t you still have a team of consultants? What’s the point of using me as free labor every day? Even if you don’t pay me a salary, you won’t give me anything.
By handing out banners and deceiving me under the pretext that "citizens have the obligation to cooperate with the police in handling cases," isn't that squeezing my personal value?" He glared at Han Feilu and said, "Fuck Huang Shiren, stop touching me.
Become Yang Bailao."
Han Feilu was scolded by him for no reason, and he immediately realized that he was being used as a punching bag for Zhou Song again. He was very angry, pinched half of Zhou Song's face, and said with a smile: "Three times, two times
Do you think I have a bad temper when you say arrogant things to me?"
Zhou Song was sipping milk tea, and suddenly he grabbed his face. He swallowed the milk tea in his mouth in time to prevent it from spitting out: "What are you doing? Let go!"
Not only did Han Feilu not let go, he squeezed even tighter: "Apologise, I'll let go if I apologize."
Zhou Song: "Why should I apologize?"
Han Feilu: "Why? Why are you being rude to me and getting angry at me for no reason? I find you quite interesting. Others do one thing in front of others and another behind the scenes. You do another thing in front of others, but you act the same in front of me."
I don’t believe you are this arrogant towards everyone. You think I have a good temper and you are used to treating me like a weakling."
Zhou Song glared at him hard: "Don't put too much pressure on yourself, you are not a soft persimmon with a good temper, you are a smelly and hard durian."
Han Feilu smiled: "If that's the case, why do you always provoke me?"
He pinched half of Zhou Song's face, his mouth was crooked, and the people around him had already looked over. Zhou Song was annoyed and couldn't pull his hand away, so he wanted to scratch his face, but Han Feilu grabbed his wrist again.
, suddenly unable to move, he frowned and said: "Quickly let go!"
Han Feilu looked at his face carefully twice and said with a smile: "Just stay like this, you are quite cute like this."
The two were in a stalemate, and suddenly a third person's voice came in at an inappropriate time: "Xiao Song?"
Zhou Song and Han Feilu turned their heads together and saw Liang Xie standing by the table holding a lunch box. Han Feilu quickly let go of his hand and smiled awkwardly at Liang Xie: "Secretary Liang."
Liang Xie also smiled: "We meet again, Officer Han." He glanced at Zhou Song and asked, "Can I sit down easily?"
Han Feilu: “Convenient and convenient.”
Liang Xie sat down and looked at Zhou Song again. Zhou Song had a red finger mark on his face. He turned to look out the window and sipped milk tea with a cold face.
Liang Xie exchanged pleasantries with Han Feilu and asked him what business he was here for. Han Feilu casually said that he was just dropping by, and then asked where the bathroom was. After getting directions, he left his seat and went to the bathroom.
After Han Feilu left, Liang Xiao looked at Zhou Song and said with a smile: "I was worried that you were in a mood, so I came here to have dinner with you. Now it seems that I am here more than necessary."
Zhou Song heard that there was something in his words, and of course he did not allow himself to be teased. He immediately said with a smile but a deep meaning: "Mr. Liang, if you don't sit and watch the theater for a long time, your back will hurt. I dare to ask Mr. Liang if he has forgotten that I am a sensible person? Be careful.
I accidentally told the truth."
Liang Xie was immediately defeated: "Okay, okay, I won't say anything anymore. This is the lunch I bought for you. You can divide it among yourself, so I won't bother you."
When Han Feilu came back from the bathroom, Liang Xiao had already left. He sat down opposite Zhou Song and asked, "Where is your secretary?"
Zhou Song was still bitter: "He is a busy man. He puts down his things and leaves. Do you think he has as much time for you to occupy as I do?"
Han Feilu: "I think your evil fire won't be extinguished for a while." He inserted another cup of milk tea into the straw and gave it to him, "Drink more cold drinks to defeat the fire."
Zhou Song took a sip and said, "It's sweeter than the one just now."
Han Feilu: "This cup is full of sugar."
Zhou Song: "You still know that it's all sugar but not all sugar. Do you often buy milk tea?"
Han Feilu: "I don't drink this stuff. I often buy it for my ex-girlfriend."
Zhou Song raised his eyebrows: "Is it the ex-girlfriend who slapped you when we broke up?"
He had the nerve to take the initiative to mention this matter, but Han Feilu looked at him with a "You are so shameless" expression: "It's not her, it's another one."
Zhou Song snorted: "You are quite romantic."
Han Feilu smiled mischievously and said: "I can't help it. I have a strong love affair and a good relationship with women. I can't stop it." He didn't want to continue talking about his love history with Zhou Song, so he changed the subject and said, "Don't talk about me.
Now, tell me about you."
Zhou Songdao: "What are you talking about me? I don't have an ex-girlfriend."
Han Feilu pointed to his nose: "If liars' noses really grow longer, your nose would have reached Siberia right now."
Zhou Song rolled her eyes at him. After rolling her eyes, she glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes: "I really don't have an ex-girlfriend."
Han Feilu spread his thumb and index finger outwards and said, "It's grown so much again."
Zhou Song pushed his hand away: "Fuck you, believe it or not."
Han Feilu smiled and did not answer.
Zhou Song took a few sips of milk tea and glanced at him again: "Have you had lunch?"
Han Feilu: "No, I came to find you as soon as I came out of the unit."
Zhou Song pushed his dinner plate and the lunch box brought by Liang Xie in front of him: "You can eat, I haven't moved."
Han Feilu was not polite to him. He opened a pair of disposable chopsticks and started to cook: "Don't you want some?"
Zhou Song: “I’m so full of energy that I can’t eat anything.”
Han Feilu: "Don't take advantage of me and act nice. You know in your heart whether you are angry with me or I am angry with you."
Zhou Song dragged his chin and looked at him: "I'm not talking about you, my colleagues and I were a little unhappy this morning."
What Liang Xie brought was a box of barbecue rice. Han Feilu put a piece of pizza from the dinner plate into the lunch box to make a homemade burrito with meat: "You don't have a good relationship with your colleagues, so you take it out on me?"
Zhou Song lowered his eyes and said coldly, "I don't care at all whether my relationship with them is good or not."
Han Feilu: "Then why were you whining just now?"
Zhou Song was speechless, remembering the dream he had last night, in which Lan Lan was dead. He still clearly remembers the scene of Lan Lan's body lying in front of him. It was so real that he couldn't help but suspect that it was not actually Lan Lan.
A dream. It was precisely because he suspected that it was not a dream that he was confused.
He wanted to talk to Han Feilu about the specious nightmare, but his answer was: "I met someone yesterday."
Han Feilu: "Ex-girlfriend?"
Zhou Song glared at him with an unhappy look on his face: "Do you listen?"
Han Feilu zipped up his mouth and acted like he was all ears.
Zhou Song lowered his head and chewed the straw for a moment, then said, "It is indeed a woman. Her name is Ning Xueer, and she is... Ning Yu's daughter."