Fan Jian drove a Lamborghini and walked out for a long time.

Originally he could have put a bottle of water on the side of the road.

But when he thought of Su An's words, "When the sun sets and the neon lights light up, what do you use to make this city remember you."

He gave up.

To be honest, deep down, he really doesn't want to be remembered only... Fan Jian can only give acupuncture to others.

So, he walked around and slipped back home.

Lin Shulian, the mother who was watching the show on the leather sofa, saw that he came back at this point and said in surprise: "Yeah, is the sun coming out today?"

Oh, my god!

Look, what is his mother saying?

Of course, he didn't dare to retort.

If he retorted, his mother would kick him hard with her 20-centimeter high heels.

Uh...he said, it was even more terrifying than Satan.

He was even more afraid to offend this walking treasury if he had something to ask for.

"Oh, my mother, I'm so happy to see you at home, like, as happy as eating the little cake you made by yourself, uh, do you understand what I mean? It's so exciting!"

He smiled like the flowers of spring.

He stepped forward and pressed Lin Shulian's shoulders as if he was pleased.

How could Lin Shulian not know what he wanted to do?

If you have nothing to do, you will either be traitor or steal!

Sure enough!

Fan Jian, who pressed his shoulder for a few minutes, sat on the sofa on the side of her and looked at her expectantly: "Oh, my dear mother, actually, I came back so early to tell you, I mean, I want to change a car, uh, do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand, don't you just want to change the car! If you want to change, just buy it."

Ah...ah...

Hearing his mother-in-law say this, he couldn't help but burst into tears!

"Oh! My dear Mother, for God's sake..."

Listening to his inner voice, Lin Shulian couldn't help but frown.

He is very good at observing his expressions and expressions, and understands it instantly.

You can't let the duck that is almost gone because of this scent that is full of internal flavor.

Ahem~

He cleared his throat and continued, "Mom, tell me, what standard should I buy a car?"

"It's the best." Lin Shulian leaned her back against the backrest of the sofa, held her chest with both hands, and said in a tone of a domineering female president: "Just follow the standards of Dad Ma."

"Oh, Dad Ma?" His eyes lit up: "Dad Ma is Maybach with more than 6 million."

"Ma's father's assets are 150 billion yuan, 6 million yuan, which is only 4/100,000 of his assets." "I ask you, how many assets do you have now?"

"I'm going to be 10,000 now."

"Okay, even if you have 20,000 yuan." She pursed her lips and outlined a meaningful curve: "What is that four out of 100,000 yuan of that 20,000 yuan?"

Fan Jian's mind was calculating quickly.

"Battle of Cows."

"What car can I buy for 80 cents?" She looked at him with a serious look and asked back.

This sentence was like an invisible sword stabbed into his chest.

oh!

What a hell!

What else is more desperate than this result?

If it was such a blow, he would rather not.

However……

The sentence "What car can you buy for 80 cents?" has been echoing in his mind and cannot be dissipated for a long time.

Become a shadow that will last his life.

He really wanted to ask: "Comrade Lin Shulian, if you hit your son like this, will your conscience hurt?"

But he didn't dare to ask, let alone offend him.

Who let Comrade Lin Shulian control his economic lifeline?

He can't afford to offend the walking big vault!

I can only be depressed alone.

...

Early in the morning.

After the diligent Su An prepared himself, he made a breakfast for himself to pay tribute to his Five Insect Temple.

After packing up, he drove the electric car, hummed a song, and leisurely went to the Jinxiu Cheongsam Store in the face of the heat wave.

Five minutes later, his figure appeared at the door of the store.

He repeated the actions he had to do every day...stopped the car, took out the keys, and opened the door to business.

Well……

It’s just a brick in the store. He will move wherever the store needs it.

So, he is now a "cheongsam making machine" in the store who has no feelings for him.

Cheongsam orders for choirs.

He was rippling in the world of making cheongsams, and he stopped to rest for a while until he felt his hands were sore.

He got up and poured himself a glass of water, and moved his muscles and bones.

He picked up his phone and wanted to flash the screen, but found that there were several missed calls.

When he saw that it was a strange number, he didn't even have the desire to call back.

"Hey, now we use WeChat, why are there anyone sending him a text message?" He thought it was an advertising message, so he wanted to click to delete these three messages.

Information from strange numbers: Why don’t you answer the phone? If you are busy, please remember to give me a text message?

Information from strange numbers: It’s very worrying if you can’t contact them, do you know?

Information from strange numbers: Don't do this in the future.

Although it was just a few words that were light, the deep affection between the lines really brought him some warmth.

But he thought about it once, but he still couldn't remember who the owner of this number was?

Could it be that the girl who had a crush on him sent him a text message?

He edited the text of the text message and sent it out: Sorry, I've been busy just now, but I haven't heard it, are you?

Beep!

SMS in.

From the unfamiliar number information: "I deliver!!"

Su An:...

Brother, is it really good for you to add a show to yourself like this?

At this time, another text message came in.

Information from strange number: You will come out now, I will wait for you in the parking space in Butterfly Street Square. If I can’t wait for you, I won’t leave.

The lines are full of domineering and arrogant spirit.

Well……

Why does he feel like he was flirted with by a young man?

Ke Te Miao, he is a man!

He walked speechlessly towards Butterfly Street Square and came to the parking spot of the guy.

"Hello, I'm Su An, where is my piece?"

"You're here. If you don't come again, I'll become an African guy." As he said that, the guy handed Su An a package he had prepared long ago.

Su An really wants to ask the drama master: Are you so funny, are you making it at home?

After signing for it, he looked at the sender's information on the package.
To be continued...