When Shang Jinzhou returned to his old house, Luo Lingshu, who was sitting in the living room, noticed something was wrong with his eldest son almost immediately.
His eyes were dark, the expression on his face was colder than usual, and his whole person had a chilling air.
It was obvious at first glance that something was wrong.
Luo Lingshu guessed that it was probably related to the girl from the Jiang family.
Although she was anxious, she didn't ask in the end.
Her eldest son has always been taciturn, no matter good or bad things, he digests them silently by himself.
If the girl from the Jiang family was a little older, she could give her son some advice and tell him how to pursue girls.
But that girl is one year younger than Yan Yan, and as a mother, she really can't do anything for her son like a beast.
Forget it, let him digest it slowly and solve it slowly.
Shang Jinzhou took the documents from the study room, said hello to Luo Lingshu in a hurry, and drove away.
While driving, he was a little distracted and ran through two red lights.
This kind of boredom that can't be relieved, and the sour and bitter feeling is really unlike him.
Shang Jinzhou let out a heavy sigh of relief.
Just when he was about to pull over to the side of the road, there was a loud "boom", and a car turned too fast and hit Shang Jinzhou's Maybach head-on.
A rear-end collision would be frightening enough to begin with. The owner of a Beijing Hyundai car got out of the car and almost fainted from fright when he saw the other party's car logo.
"Yes, I'm sorry..."
Thinking of the maintenance costs of such a car, the owners of Beijing Hyundai laughed harder than they cried.
Who would have thought that when the man in front of me got out of the car and saw him for the first time, instead of asking him to pay, he asked: "Do you have any cigarettes?"
"Uh, yes, yes!"
After reacting, the Beijing Hyundai car owner hurriedly dug into his pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes and handed it over.
"Li, can Liqun do it?"
He was almost crying.
If he had known earlier, he would have brought the best cigarettes at home today.
Unexpectedly, the man opposite actually answered the call.
No matter what kind of cigarette it is, for Shang Jinzhou at this moment, as long as it is cigarette.
However, he tried several times and failed to get the fire going.
Seeing that the man's hands were shaking and he couldn't light the fire, the car owner with a modern background hesitated to speak.
This young man looks so young, but his body is so weak that he can't even light a cigarette.
Just as he was about to light the man's cigarette, the man slammed the lighter to the ground, "Asshole!"
The thin plastic shell fell apart in an instant.
Shang Jinzhou lost control.
Seeing the man with the luxury car in front of him who was obviously not in a good mood, the owner of the Beijing Hyundai car shivered and did not dare to take a deep breath.
He grimaced and almost cried.
The man with the luxury car stood on the road and the cold wind blew for a long time. He followed the cold wind for a long time and sneezed several times.
Who knows, the man didn't say anything in the end, let alone ask him to compensate, got in the car and left.
Compared to Shang Jinzhou's very bad mood, Yan Louchuan, who returned home, was in a particularly good mood when he thought about tomorrow.
At around four o'clock the next day, it was just dawn outside, so he got up.
He shaved carefully, washed his face with facial cleanser, applied facial cream, and styled his hair into a young and handsome style.
In the cloakroom, he tried on several suits, but he always felt dissatisfied.
Yan Louchuan glanced at all the clothes in the cloakroom, all black suits, black shirts...
He finally discovered what he was dissatisfied with.
These clothes seem too old-fashioned.
He thought for a long time and finally called Assistant Zhang.
"You go to the mall now and buy a set of men's casual clothes to look younger."
Assistant Zhang, who was still asleep, glanced vaguely at the mobile phone on the bedside table. It was only after five o'clock.
"...Mr. Yan, it's five-twenty now, and the mall won't open until nine."
He wondered if his boss had taken the wrong medicine.
Yan Louchuan thought for a moment and then asked: "Do you have any younger clothes over there?"
Assistant Zhang looked confused, "...Yes."
"Bring them all quickly, now, immediately, immediately."