Chapter 124 Don't bring them to insult me

   "Do you have five insurances and one housing fund?"

"Maybe not."

  Qian Yongjun added to the topic: "Without the five insurances, it is equivalent to one less security. It is better to work in the milk tea shop next door."

   "That's right, although the next door is three thousand five thousand, but in the long run, it will definitely benefit more than five thousand."

   "People are coming." Zhuo Yuan caught a glimpse of the figure and quickly reminded them to stop talking.

   Wang Rui, who came in with a tray, was stunned when he saw the three table people.

   She moved the dishes to the shelf next to her, with a calm expression on her face: "The dishes are ready."

   "Help us get some aprons." Meng Qian frowned and called to her before she turned around.

  Wang Rui didn't like the tone of her calling.

   She clenched her fists, flipped over a few aprons from the cabinet, and handed them to Meng Qian: "Here."

   "So dirty."

   "The aprons in the store are all disposable, and there will be no problem of whether they are dirty or not."

   "Can't you see?" Meng Qian pointed to the oil stains on it: "It's all oil, and it smells bad."

   "I don't smell bad."

   "Then you always see oil stains, right?" She threw the apron to Wang Rui: "How dare you give it to me if someone else has used it?"

   "Are you deliberately embarrassing me?" The fragile Wang Rui subconsciously regarded her dissatisfied attitude as deliberate.

   Meng Qian was inexplicable: "You are so perfunctory, how dare you say that I am embarrassing you? Is it funny?"

   "Can't you change the apron if it's dirty? You have to be aggressive? Why should I be angry?"

   "Didn't you say it wasn't dirty? Now it's dirty again? Who is angry with whom?"

  Wang Rui sneered while pulling the corner of her mouth.

   She stuffed the apron back into the drawer: "I've already left Sheng Heng, you don't need to target me again."

   "She is telling the truth, where did she target you?" A female colleague was speechless.

   She pointed to the cabinet: "The disposable apron should have a packaging bag, but what do you take?"

   "I didn't notice." Wang Rui took out a few unopened aprons from the drawer on the second level.

   "Are you still reasonable?"

   "The service attitude of this store is too bad." Meng Qian put her arms around her chest: "I won't come again."

  "You love it or not!" She threw her apron on the empty chair and walked away angrily.

   "He's quite temperamental."

   "Does she have persecution paranoia? Meng Qian doesn't even know her, so where is the target?"

   "She has always liked to put hats on others. You can see that when she was fired before."

   "Don't affect your mood because of her." Qian Yongjun picked up a piece of hairy belly that had just been lying down, and was so greedy: "Let's eat first."

  The scent hidden in the mist aroused the appetite of everyone present, and they ignored the discussion of some insignificant people.

  The light sound of the bowls and chopsticks colliding, and the chatter and laughter lingering around, made the whole private room more lively.

  When the night falls, the fog in the house dissipates.

  Wu Xiuwen, who had settled the bill, put the briefcase under his arm and asked with a smile, "I live in the East Ring Road, who wants to hitch a ride?"

   Zhuoyuan raised her hand: "I'm with you."

   Qian Yongjun next to her then got up, followed Wu Xiuwen, and said goodbye to everyone at the door.

   "When you get home, say something in the group."

"understood."

   Seeing them walking in different directions, Meng Qian pressed the car key twice: "Senior, shall I see you off?"

   "No need." Lin Jiao put out her phone and looked at the opposite side for two seconds: "My boyfriend is coming to pick me up."

   "How long until he arrives?"

   "More than ten minutes."

   "Then I'll go first." Meng Qian couldn't bear the smell of hot pot and just wanted to go home and take a bath.

   Seeing her driving away, Lin Jiao, who was about to step down the steps, was called out by a familiar voice again.

   "Lin Jiao." Wang Rui remembered the last lesson and did not dare to get too close to her, so she only stopped half a meter away.

   She put her hands in her pockets: "Today you asked them to come and watch my jokes, right?"

"You think too much."

   "Who else could it be if it wasn't you?"

  Lin Jiao closed his jacket: "I'm not interested in caring about a stranger's whereabouts."

   "Oh, do you think I will believe it?"

   "Believe it or not."

   Her unconcerned appearance gave Wang Rui an indescribable sense of frustration, as if she could not compete with it.

   "Lin Jiao, can you please let me go?" She chose to show weakness, just asking for peace in the future.

   "Am I embarrassing you?"

"No."

   "Then what is the meaning of your words?"

   Wang Rui's purpose is not to argue.

   She looked directly into those eyes: "I hope you don't bring them to insult me ​​in the future."

   "You should really see the Psychology Department." Lin Jiao stepped forward while the green light had not changed.

   She ignored the roar behind her, approached the long-awaited Mercedes-Benz, and sat in the co-pilot.

   "Who is she?" Across the busy street, Pei Zhi didn't hear the phrase "I'm not sick".

"former colleague."

   "The one who stole your plan?"

   "Well." Lin Jiao followed the juice he handed: "Don't care about her, she has mental problems."

   After listening to the whole passage, Pei Zhi raised his eyebrows slightly.

   He stepped on the accelerator: "It is difficult for a person like her to survive in society."

  Lin Jiao looked at Wang Rui, who was pointed at her nose, and could guess the problem she was about to face.

   She no longer pays attention to the situation over there, and cares more about him than others: "What do you eat?"

"beef noodles."

   "Don't tell me it's Master Kong."

   "No." Pei Zhi turned the steering wheel to the left: "I won't treat my stomach badly."

  Lin Jiao was relieved.

   She looked out the window at the night scene, and did not withdraw her eyes until the neon lights disappeared.

   "I'm so supportive." When she got out of the car, she held his hand and got into the hem of her clothes: "My stomach is getting bigger."

   Suddenly touching that piece of skin, Pei Zhi's palm seemed to be scalded: "Can I walk with you?"

   "I don't want to go."

   "Then go home and eat a digestion tablet." He took back his fingertips, which still had a touch of warmth, and rubbed it lightly.

  Lin Jiao nodded: "Okay." She put one hand on her waist: "Does this look like a pregnant woman?"

   "Not like that." Pei Zhi pressed the elevator button.

   He embraced her shoulders, his eyes fell on her flat stomach: "It's almost like a pillow."

  Lin Jiao followed him into the elevator with a smile.

   She stared at the two figures refracted by the door, and suddenly asked, "Do you like boys or girls?"

"It will be all right."

   "Do I have to choose one?"

   "I can't choose." Pei Zhi pressed the top of her hair: "As long as it's yours, I like it."

  Lin Jiao's heart felt a warm current.

   She stepped on the light reflected by the corridor lamp, stopped in front of the entrance of the house, and let him change her shoes.

   "Uncle." After eating the Xiaoshi tablet, she lay softly on his chest: "You knead it for me."

   Pei Zhi reached into the hem of her clothes with his left hand.

  He rubbed her stomach intently, holding the remote control in his other hand to switch channels.

   A title song then sounded, breaking the silence around them, and accompany them to spend an ordinary but warm night.

   (end of this chapter)