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"Sir..." Just as Baochan was about to speak, the man pressed all over him, babbling English, Baochan's grade four was not bad, but he didn't understand a sentence.

The two of you pushed and hugged each other, and suddenly a force pulled the boy off his body, "What are you doing!" It was Kuang Zheng, who was wearing a black suit, and his hair was a bit messy.

Jiumengzi fell sideways twice, as if he had no bones, and fell backward on the lawn.

"Why are you here?" Baochan was surprised.

"Ah?" Wan Rong, who was staying in the power outage, didn't leave. He drove over at almost three o'clock and turned around the traffic post just behind the Emerald Sun. When he saw this scene, "I came to have a drink with my friend, what is this?"

"Guest," Baochan leaned the guy against himself and patted the dirt on his clothes, "The wallet was stolen, I'll wait for his family to pick him up."

Kuangzheng heard that the Venerable Master had been contacted, nodded, and pressed the car key, the Panamera's headlights flashed: "Okay, let's put it here, let's go."

Bao Chan opened his eyes wide: "It's okay to leave it like this, look at his outfit, it's too dangerous for no one to guard him."

"What does it have to do with you?" Kuangzheng unconsciously showed his work style, "He came to this place by himself, and he drank the wine by himself. It's enough for you to help him contact people. Now the good people in this world are not rewarded. , quickly follow me!"

Baozhan didn't move.

"I'm calling you," Kuang Zheng pressed the car key again, and the Panamera kept flashing on the side of the road, "Hurry up!"

Baochan felt that he was cold-blooded, so he didn't say anything, but after thinking about it, he took out ten bucks from his pocket: "There is a convenience store at the intersection ahead, help me to buy two bags of instant noodles."

"What are you doing?" Kuang Zheng didn't answer.

"I don't have any at home. One day I don't want to cook, just take a bite and choose the flavor you like."

Kuang Zheng vomited after eating instant noodles in the past two years after graduation: "Do you like it?"

"Well," Baozhan said in a muffled voice, "we will leave when you come back."

Kuang Zheng didn't take his money, it was too hot, so he took off his suit jacket and threw it to him, walked around the green landscape and walked on the zebra crossing.

Baochan watched him cross the road, until he entered the convenience store, and then turned to look at the man on him, reeking of alcohol, with grass blades hanging from his hair, it was pitiful.

He helped him pick it up. The man thought it was annoying or something, so he clutched his hand in a daze. At this time, a black nanny car stopped by the side of the road, and a man in his 40s wearing a suit with a stand-up collar stepped out.

"Uncle Liang?" Bao Chan greeted first.

"Mr. Bao," Uncle Liang moved his eyelids slightly and passed him from top to bottom, "I'm causing you trouble."

Two bodyguards came down with him, one holding his head and the other holding his feet, and carried the drunk kid to the car. Baochan's hands were clenched, so he couldn't follow him all the way to the door of the car.

Uncle Liang glanced at the hands they were holding, and turned to the emerald sun in front of him: "Why does Mr. Bao work here?"

Baochan tugged at his hand, unable to take it off, "I... lack money."

Uncle Liang smiled: "Should I buy a mobile phone or sneakers?"

"Ah?" Baochan didn't have this kind of consumption desire beyond survival needs at all, "I... owe others some money."

Uncle Liang is very sensitive: "How much?"

He asked a lot, but he didn't know him anyway, so Baochan said, "Twenty thousand."

Uncle Liang was surprised: "Are there still people who don't have [-] quick cash these days?"

Yes, there are people who push small carts to sell needles and thread on the street every day, and some spend the summer by picking up broken watermelons that fall from the watermelon cart, and there are still people who devote all they have to a declining theater troupe in order to fulfill a promise and a little unreasonable love ... Baochan pursed her lips.

Uncle Liang stopped talking, Baochan felt a little embarrassed, and reached into the boy's suit, whether Uncle Liang was surprised or not, he scratched his ribs twice, the boy felt itchy, retracted his arms and let him go.

"Goodbye." Baochan turned and left.

Beside the green landscape, Kuangzheng's suit fell on the floor, and he hurried over to pick it up. Just as he bent down, he stopped in front of a pair of black leather shoes and two shopping bags from the supermarket, containing seven or eight packs of instant noodles of various flavors.

Baochan raised his head: "Why did you buy so much!"

"Don't you like to eat?" Kuangzheng lifted the two bags of things, "It's all yours. I don't eat instant noodles."

Baochan regretted letting him go shopping, but the money was spent, and it was useless to be reluctant. He shook his suit and got into the car with him.The central control lock was put down, and the two sat side by side. Bao Chan suddenly realized that he said that the drunk kid was a guest, but Kuang Zheng had no doubts at all, and he didn't even ask a question. Could it be...he knew that he was working at Emerald Sun?

Baochan turned to look at him.

"Why?" Kuang Zheng turned onto the main road and started to accelerate.

"You came to drink with your friends today, what a coincidence, you met me?"

He guessed it when he asked, Kuang didn't change his face: "Yes, don't we have more coincidences?"

"Then you got off work at three o'clock last time..." Halfway through the question, Bao Chan stopped asking, Kuang Zheng obviously came to pick him up, he didn't mention it, he just didn't want to embarrass him.

Kuang Zheng continued to play dumb: "What?"

Baochan shook his head, the air-conditioning came up, he was wearing that black suit, and there was a nice smell of citrus on the collar.All the way home, Baochan got out of the car with instant noodles, and Kuang was waiting in the car for him to enter the house, but when he walked to the door, he suddenly squatted down.

"What's the matter?" Kuang Zheng followed, and when he took a closer look, it was the big black dog from last time, lying in front of the door with its teeth bared, its broken left hind leg festering and stinking.

It was thinner than last time, its thin belly moved slightly, and it could only breathe, "It's so hot, and it's hurt again, so it's sure it won't be able to find food," Baochan opened the door and entered the house, brought a bowl of water, "We gave it two pieces of meat last time. It may have remembered it and came to try its luck."

Kuang Zheng has no extra sympathy for stray dogs. What he thinks is the drone patrol advertised by the property management. Such a big safety hazard is placed at the door of the house, so they can't see it?

It was a wild dog. As soon as Baochan approached, it gave a low warning growl, but it was too weak to bite. Baochan fed it a little water and wanted to drag it into the house.

"Hey, it stinks." Kuang Zheng blocked the door.

"It's okay, just wash it off."

"Wild dogs," Kuang Zheng didn't move away, "will really bite you,"

Bao Chan stared at him like a needle, and said coldly: "You go back."

This is the second time they have had a disagreement over this kind of thing today, "I said what's the matter with you," Kuang Zheng couldn't hold back his anger, "You pick up people, and you pick up dogs too, look at this dog, wild dog! It's dirty It stinks and is about to die!"

Baochan raised his eyes, his originally gentle eyes had a scorching sharpness in them: "I was picked up and raised like a stray dog," he said in a low-pitched, trembling voice, "Pick me up." People taught me my skills, paid for my college education, and gave me a family regardless of my own interests.”

It was the first time that Kuangzheng heard him talk about family affairs, and he was stunned.

"You are capable people, you don't need help from others, so you don't help others," Baochan lowered his eyes, and said stubbornly, "But we can't. Little people like us have helped each other to get to where we are today," he said. Take a deep breath, "I am this dog, you don't understand."

Kuangzheng was silent for a moment, and let the door open.

Baochan led the dog into the house, and Kuangzheng followed behind to get the fresh food at the door, along with a small package, Baochan raised his eyes and saw: "What is that?"

"Slippers." Kuang Zheng closed the door behind him.

"I didn't buy slippers."

"I bought it," Kuang Zheng began to take off his suit and tie, took off the collar buttons and cuff buttons and threw them on the table. He unpacked the slippers and put them in the shoe cabinet. He came and squatted next to Bao Chan, "What can I do?"

He gave in first, Baochan felt embarrassed, felt that what he said just now was quite merciless, and wanted to care about him: "Are you hungry?"

Kuangzheng went to the storage room to get the medicine box, and rolled up his sleeves: "Nothing you say will warm me anymore." He tilted his head and looked at Baochan's side face, "Now I feel that feeding me is the same as feeding a dog. .”

Puchi, Baochan smiled, and pushed his knee: "Go, help me get the water basin."

The two worked around a dog, cleaning, applying medicine, and feeding it. It was almost six o'clock when Kuangzheng returned. Baochan put the dog in the living room, built a temporary kennel with waste cardboard boxes, and went upstairs to sleep.

It felt like he hadn't slept for long when the phone rang, and he turned over to pick it up: "Hello?"

"Hi, I'm Uncle Liang."

Bao Chan nestled under the quilt and yawned: "Who?"

"Uncle Liang," the other side smiled, "We met last night, not this morning."

"Hmm..." Baochan frowned and recalled, last night... Jiu Mengzi, a black nanny car, and a middle-aged man in a suit with a stand-up collar, "Ah Uncle Liang, hello."

"Do you have time for a while?" Uncle Liang asked directly, "Please come out and sit down."

Bao Chan was surprised: "Is there... what's the matter?"

"No," the tone over there was rather formal, "thank you for our little gentleman."

Mr. Xiao, a rare title, Baochan declined: "No need, small things..."

"Mr. Bao," Uncle Liang said sincerely, "At twelve o'clock, in the lobby of the Shangri-La Hotel, we are waiting for you."

After he said that, Baochan didn't refuse anymore, hung up the phone, glanced at the time on the phone, he was stunned, it was already eleven fifteen!

He jumped out of bed, ran to the first floor, found a piece of chewing gum, and chewed on it. When he passed by the window, he saw a Porsche parked outside the door, and the indicator light on the dashboard was on.

The big black dog moved around in the cardboard box but didn't come out. Baochan didn't care about it, so he grabbed a suit of clothes and ran out. When Kuangzheng saw him, he opened the central lock.

"It's only eleven o'clock, have you had enough sleep?"

"I'm going to be late!" Baochan got into the back seat, "Can you take me to Shangri-La?"

Of course it is convenient, Kuangzheng started the car: "What are you doing there?"

"Yesterday, Uncle Liang," he said, while Bao Chan changed his clothes behind him, taking off his vest and shorts, revealing a large area of ​​smooth skin, "He said he wanted to meet, thank you."

"Oh," Kuang Zheng looked at him from the rearview mirror, such a beautiful body, but wearing old-fashioned cotton underwear that cost a few dollars a piece on the street, "Be careful, rich people are bad..."

Suddenly there was a harsh horn sound ahead. This was an intersection with flashing yellow lights. Kuangzheng was looking at Baochan, but he didn't pay attention to the left-hand lane. He almost ran into a large twelve-wheeled truck. "Fuck!" Covered in cold sweat, he straightened the steering wheel, and his first reaction was to ask Baochan, "Are you okay?"

Before Baochan could speak, the phone rang, and Kuangzheng picked it up, and it was Bai Yinwu: "Boy, Millennium has officially proposed cooperation, this is a good job!"