"This watch is very good. I bought it. I won't save money for you, Sister Lou."
"Eh? Do you want some candy? This is delicious."
"TV, can you two have a TV?"
In Daimaru Department Store, Lou Xiao'e seemed to be a rich girl wielding a steel ball, spending money like water and leading Chu Heng, Cen Hao, and the child to go shopping frantically.
In the blink of an eye, the three of them were covered with all kinds of bags, including clothes, food, and useful things, and the price of each item was very high.
"It's almost done, Sister Xiao'e. If you buy more, you won't be able to take it. Besides, if you buy so much, it won't be convenient for us to take it back."
Chu Heng, whose legs were getting thinner, looked at the woman in front of him with a headache and tried to dissuade Lou Xiaoe again. He had already found many reasons to try to stop her, but in the end, she would dismiss her with a few words.
"Ah? Is that so much?" Lou Xiao'e looked back after hearing this, and she was a little surprised to see that she had bought so many things without knowing it.
Looking at the three people on the shelves, who were almost human-shaped, she rolled her eyes a few times, smiled, handed the car keys to her, and said: "What about that, Ah Hao, Han Fan, you guys put your things back in the car first."
"No, you still want to buy it?" Chu Hengsheng said helplessly: "You might as well empty out the store!"
"Oh, just pick two more clothes for the old lady." Lou Xiao'e stepped forward with a smile, took off the things from Chu Heng and hung them on Cen Hao and Han Fan, then pulled him away.
Not long after, the two of them came to a counter selling records.
Chu Heng looked at the stacks of black records on the counter and looked at Lou Xiao'e in surprise: "Sister Xiao'e, what do you mean?"
"Hmm..." Lou Xiao'e looked at the records with a look of reminiscence on her face, as if she had returned to the scene in the courtyard where the deaf old lady and Silly Zhu were enjoying music together.
A sweet smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and then she turned back to Chu Heng and said, "Hengzi, I want to ask you something."
"Say." Chu Heng looked at her doubtfully.
"I want to buy something for Shazhu, but you can't tell him that I bought it, okay?" Lou Xiao'e prayed.
Chu Heng was amused when he heard this: "What? You still can't let him go?"
"If I could let him go so easily, I would be so heartless." A trace of bitterness appeared on Lou Xiao'e's delicately made-up face: "I deceived him and failed him, so now I want to
Do something for him to alleviate the guilt of your conscience, please help me, I beg you."
"Hey, you can't say that. It's all just fate, and no one is sorry to anyone." Chu Heng looked at the miserable mandarin duck sadly, and comforted: "Besides, even if you were really sorry for him before, but now you
Wouldn't you rather be stabbed in the back and given a bad reputation as a womanly woman, yet you insist on giving him a son? This emotional debt can be considered wiped off."
"Huh? You...you...how did you know that this child is Shazhu's?" Lou Xiao'e, who was feeling sad, raised her head in surprise.
Chu Heng rolled his eyes and said, "Do you really think that others don't know that you slept with Silly Zhu under the covers? If you count the days when you left and the days when you gave birth to the child, you can guess who it is by just using your toes.
"
"Only you!" Lou Xiao'e punched him in the chest in shame and immediately warned: "I'm telling you, you must never tell Silly Zhu about this. With his temperament, if he really knows that he has a
My son is out there, so I have to worry about getting sick."
"Hey, he is indeed my bedfellow. You really understand him." Chu Heng said with a wink.
"Go aside!"
Lou Xiao'e pushed him away angrily, walked to the counter, selected a few symphony records, paid the money and handed them to Chu Heng: "Take it, tell me you sold it when you get back."
"Oh, it's quite artistic. My old lover gave me either clothes or a watch. It's nice of you to also give me a record." Chu Heng insisted and took the bag.
"You know nothing!"
Lou Xiao'e turned around and walked away, her plump buttocks twisting and turning, attracting many male compatriots to look at her sideways.
"No, what else are you buying?" Chu Heng hurriedly chased after him.
"I'm buying him a watch. He really likes watches." Lou Xiao'e stood in front of the Citizen counter, holding a diamond watch with a high price tag and looking at it repeatedly. The sweet look on her face made her look like a watch.
Licking the dog.
"Stop it!"
Chu Heng hurriedly grabbed the watch and put it back, and said to her angrily: "Can you use your brain? Brother Zhuzhu is neither my son nor my grandson. It would be nice if I could buy him a few records. I also
Give me a watch? Am I crazy or something!"
After his reminder, Lou Xiao'e also realized that something was wrong and could only leave the counter in disappointment. However, the woman was still unwilling to give in. She turned around and went to the place where she bought lighters and spent more than 300 yuan to buy one that looked like a lighter.
Only the ugly sterling silver and diamond-encrusted lighters are acceptable.
Then, under Chu Heng's eyes, she bought some clothes for the deaf old lady and Ni Yinghong. Then she ended the shopping trip with satisfaction. Then she waved her hand and took them to a nearby store.
It’s a pretty high-end restaurant, so keep splurging.
…
On a sunny morning, a young man with a slightly green face came downstairs of the Mandarin Hotel.
He looked up at the luxurious front of the hotel, his clear eyes filled with stupidity.
The young man’s name is Ban Ansan, he lives in Saigon, he is a new breed of leek who just graduated from high school, and the reason why he came all the way here is to participate in an interview.
After stopping downstairs for a while, the young man who was participating in an interview for the first time took a deep breath nervously, adjusted the obviously too big suit he borrowed from a neighbor, and then walked into the hotel with anxiety.
"Hello, sir, how can I help you?"
As soon as Fang entered the lobby, he was greeted by a waiter with a very friendly smile on his face.
"Well, I'm here for an interview with Mr. Chu." Ban Anshan smiled a little reservedly. Standing in this magnificent lobby, he always felt that he, a poor man who came out of a squatter house, was out of place.
"Ah, Mr. Chu, please come with me."
When the waiter heard his purpose, his expression became even more friendly. He eagerly waited for him to come to the elevator and personally escorted him to a business room on the 21st floor.
In the room, Chu Heng sat elegantly behind a desk, wearing a brand-name suit and flat gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. Although the smile on his face was bright, there was a hint of coldness, although he had not done anything yet.
What, but there seemed to be an invisible aura radiating outward from his body, making people feel a little depressed.
