Rushing back to Nanjing again, Huang Jun felt a little uninterested.
After going out for a trip and not getting anything done, he learned that his good friend was seriously ill and he was powerless. The feeling of powerlessness in his heart made Huang Jun unable to cheer up.
The home in Xiaguan District was still the same home. No one locked the door, so Huang Jun forced his way in.
The gate was open and he entered the yard easily.
Sitting on the sofa, taking a sip of white wine, Huang Jun looked up at the ceiling with a depressed expression. How many secrets are there in this world, and when will he know them clearly?
A bottle of white wine was poured into his stomach unknowingly, and he fell into a deep sleep.
The day passed and night came.
Sun Jiaqian and Song Qiaoman, who came home from get off work, looked at Huang Jun lying on the sofa. They were stunned for a moment, and then walked into the kitchen quietly.
Smelling the aroma of the food, Huang Jun wrinkled his nose and woke up.
"Are you back?" Huang Jun threw the wine bottle on the ground and said listlessly.
"How did you get in?" Song Qiaoman asked, placing a plate of braised eggplant on the coffee table.
"Don't you know I'm a god? I can fly." Huang Jun looked at Song Qiaoman's belly and replied extremely arrogantly.
After hearing this, Song Qiaoman glanced at him. But after noticing his focused gaze, she immediately followed his line of sight to check her own situation.
After understanding what he was looking at specifically, Song Qiaoman turned around with a calm expression and quickly walked into the kitchen.
After a while, she came out of the kitchen with a kitchen knife and shouted: "Huang Jun, you stinking gangster, I will chop you up."
Huang Jun lazily stood up, stretched his neck, and said without fear: "Come on, chop me. If you can't kill me, I'll rape you."
"Huang Jun, what did you say? Qiaoman, put down the kitchen knife?" Sun Jiaqian, who hurried out of the kitchen, couldn't figure out what was going on and shouted to the two of them urgently.
Song Qiaoman ignored Sun Jiaqian and swung the kitchen knife to chop off Huang Jun's head.
Huang Jun listened to the whistling sound in his ears, glanced sideways at Song Qiaoman, and said frivolously: "You are my son now. I will leave it with you first. I will pick it up when I have time."
After saying that, he sat on the sofa.
Before Song Qiaoman understood what he meant, he moved his hand lightly and only the handle of the knife remained.
"What are you doing?" Sun Jiaqian looked at the two of them in surprise and asked.
"He's acting like a hooligan." Song Qiaoman complained after being stunned for a moment.
"She seduced me and wanted to sleep with me." Huang Jun smiled and looked at Song Qiaoman and said shamelessly.
Sun Jiaqian looked at the two of them, simply took off her apron, and went up to the second floor without saying a word.
"Jia Qian?" Song Qiaoman wanted to explain, but found that Sun Jiaqian could no longer be seen.
"You are a gangster and a bastard." Song Qiaoman cursed at Huang Jun and quickly went up to the second floor to explain to Sun Jiaqian.
When Huang Jun saw the two leaving, he grinned and without washing his hands, he grabbed the braised eggplant and stuffed it into his mouth. It tasted very good, and Sun Jiaqian's craftsmanship cannot be overemphasized.
Not long after Song Qiaoman went upstairs, he came downstairs wiping tears. He glanced at Huang Jun bitterly, grabbed his satchel, and left angrily.
What did they talk about? Huang Jun tilted his head and looked at the stairs to guess.
Sun Jiaqian finally came downstairs, her expression was very calm, as if nothing had happened before.
"There are two more dishes, please wait a moment." Sun Jiaqian explained and walked into the kitchen.
Huang Jun stretched out his fingers to count, and shook his head in confusion. Three dishes? Is this the time to break up?
Huang Jun guessed correctly, there were only three dishes, and Sun Jiaqian also put a bottle of wine on the table.
"Do you feel that life has no passion?" Sun Jiaqian asked Huang Jun as she poured a glass of wine.
Huang Jun looked at the clear wine and pondered for a while: "With that feeling, I feel that the problem is with me."
"Do you want to continue living, or do you want to break up?" Sun Jiaqian looked at him and asked.
"Of course, if we keep going, I still want to marry you as my wife, but I'm afraid you will change your mind." Huang Jun said firmly.
"Aren't you afraid of being ordinary after marriage?" Sun Jiaqian asked.
Huang Jun thought for a while, breathed a sigh of relief, looked at her, and said seriously: "As long as you don't object, I will definitely marry you. However, the time is not sure yet. I have to leave for a while to find some conscience."
"What do you mean?" Huang Jun suddenly said this, and Sun Jiaqian was a little surprised.
"Haha" Huang Jun looked at her with a smile and said, "I don't want to have any regrets."
Sun Jiaqian bit her lip and thought about it, looked at Huang Jun and said, "How many women do you want to marry?"
Huang Jun nodded honestly.
Sun Jiaqian's expression immediately changed. She stared at Huang Jun for a while, stood up abruptly, and said, "Okay, I'll make it happen for you. If I quit, don't marry me either."
"Don't bother me." Huang Jun stood up and explained.
Sun Jiaqian looked at him again, turned around and went upstairs. Huang Jun hurriedly caught up with her.
Sun Jiaqian packed up two pieces of clothing, picked up her wallet, and walked out angrily.
Huang Jun grabbed her and said, "Don't be like this, okay?"
Sun Jiaqian shook off his hand, walked downstairs quickly, and left in the car.
Huang Jun leaned against the door frame, thought with a complicated expression, and sighed deeply.
At dinner, Huang Jun ate a lot, as if nothing happened.
After dinner, he locked the door, put his hands in his pockets, and strolled onto the street with purpose. Huang Jun thought as he walked, thinking a lot, but seemed to think nothing at all. Until he wandered around and there was no one on the street, he
Just went home.
Lying on the bed, he had only one thought. Everything he owned was reduced to zero, and everything had to start from scratch.
The next day, Huang Jun went to work. Zhang Xueqiang, the director of the machinery factory, talked to him and asked him to go on a business trip to supervise product installation.
After Huang Jun learned that the business trip was still in Nanjing, but not in the same district or county, he happily agreed.
After flatly rejecting Zhang Xueqiang's offer of sending him a car, Huang Jun took some information and set off. The recent events made Huang Jun feel very depressed, so he took advantage of the business trip to relax.
The Shengshi Xianghe Building in Nanjing Xuan*wu District was originally an office building for a company. It was later moved out and turned into an apartment for migrant workers. The total height is fifty-six stories. The elevators were recently replaced. The elevator cage comes from Heshen.
Machinery factory.
Huang Jun rushed to the scene and met with the person in charge of the scene. After understanding the situation, he leisurely walked into the elevator with his hands behind his back and swaying his arms, and wandered around floor by floor.
The job Zhang Xueqiang found for Huang Jun was very relaxing. He just looked around and found no specific requirements.
Huang Jun didn't know much about machinery at all, so he simply didn't get involved or ask any questions.
After walking around the building, Huang Jun got to know the residents of the building to a certain extent, and gained new insights along the way. No matter how awesome a person is, he still needs three meals a day after work.
The elevator installation work was progressing smoothly, and Huang Jun was too lazy to ask questions.
After eating and playing every day, Huang Jun's little life was very nourishing and comfortable.
In the blink of an eye, more than half a month passed.
In the midst of life and death, Huang Jun suddenly remembered the reminder from Black Heart Guest before leaving that it was crucial to practice the fire element.
What is the key?
Huang Jun was confused in his heart, and activated his thoughts to control the fire element.
Huang Jun has already mastered controlling the fire element, and it has become almost instinctive. Huang Jun frowned as he skillfully played with flames.
The flames are created by oneself, so there is almost no difficulty. So, can one control the raging fire in the furnace?
Curious in his heart, Huang Jun went out and looked around, looking for materials that could be used for exercise.
Unknowingly, Huang Jun had walked three streets, but could not find anyone to take advantage of. The sudden shout from a passerby made him immediately interested.
"Look, there's black smoke coming out. The building is on fire."
Huang Jun looked at the spot where the smoke was coming from and his eyes widened. Grandma is a bitch, isn't this the Shengshi Xianghe Building?
