Feng Lin took a taxi and came to the front door of Lan's house.
The guards here had long been familiar with Feng Lin and did not stop him.
Feng Lin put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked inside with a smile.
From a distance, he saw Lan He and a middle-aged man sitting opposite each other at the table.
This middle-aged man has a little white hair on his head and some wrinkles at the corners of his mouth. He looks somewhat similar to Feng Lin.
He has stubble all over his chin and is wearing an unbuttoned black suit, which makes him look very sloppy.
He held a cigarette in his hand and turned back with a smile, "Boy, are you back?"
"Why are you interested in coming to Jiang City when you're not playing mahjong with the old ladies in the village at home?"
Feng Lin walked over with a smile. This man was none other than Feng Lin's father.
Seal the dust.
"I have something to do. I happened to be passing by Jiang City, so I came to Master Lan's house to sit down." Feng Chen smiled at Feng Lin.
Lan He also laughed out loud.
"Why did you ask me to come this time?" Feng Lin glanced at Lan He.
"I already know that you called Sikong Jin here. The superiors trust you very much and ask me to fully cooperate with you no matter what you do."
Lan He didn't know it at first, but yesterday Lan Rou said that Feng Lin had a gay friend who was more beautiful than any woman.
Without thinking, I knew it was Sikong Jin.
Feng Lin didn't hide it, he explained: "I found traces of Jiuyou Land."
"Don't tell me, tell me if you need cooperation."
Lan He smiled like an old fox.
Feng Lin rolled his eyes and plainly asked him to investigate.
Feng Chen took out his cell phone and checked the time, put out the half-smoked cigarette, and stuffed it into the cigarette case, "Mr. Lan, we have some private matters, let's go first."
"Okay! Remember the marriage between our two families!"
Lan He nodded and stood up with a smile.
"Don't worry! No need to give it away!"
Feng Chen waved his hand, put his arm around Feng Lin's shoulders, and walked outside.
Outside Lan's house, there was a Phoenix bicycle parked.
Feng Chen pushed the cart and left with Feng Lin.
"Old man, you came out on a bicycle?" Feng Lin rolled his eyes. He really had some free time and rode from the Central Plains to Jiangbei.
"It belongs to your grandma! I still want to trouble you. Should you tell Du Zilan where I live?"
Seeing Feng Lin's confused look, Feng Chen explained, "She is Du Qingyu's mother."
Feng Lin nodded, "Yes, that woman dares to threaten me with you, I can't stand it!"
"You know nothing! That woman has a crush on me! If you tell her your address, what will you do if she comes to see me at home?" Feng Chen rolled his eyes helplessly.
"Haha! You're not going to play Duan Zhengchun's trick, are you? Finally, tell me, my fiancée is my sister."
Feng Lin curled his lips, obviously not believing what he said.
"Don't talk nonsense, I only have your mother." Fengchen got on his bicycle and walked forward slowly, "I'm going to go out for a while."
Feng Lin followed Feng Chen and reminded him, "I'll tell you first, don't come back and get me some fiancées."
"How can things like a fiancée be so casual? She must match your birth date and horoscope. There is only one in a million. You can only meet her if you can't ask for her."
Feng Chen waved his hand to Feng Lin, "Let's go."
Feng Lin looked at Feng Chen's back, smiled and shook his head.
Growing up, the only man he admired was his father.
It may seem frivolous, but it taught him a lot of life lessons.
…
Fengchen was riding a bicycle without holding on to the handlebars with either hand.
He took out the unfinished cigarette from the cigarette case in his pocket and lit it with a lighter.
He took out his mobile phone again, dialed a number, and then grabbed the handlebar with one hand.
"Hey, I said hello to my son."
Fengchen held a cigarette in his mouth and hung up the phone after saying this.
Not long after, his eyes suddenly lit up and he parked his bicycle in front of a woman with twin tails.
This person is none other than Gu Duoduo.
Since there were no classes on Monday afternoon, the last English period in the morning became self-study.
There weren't many people in the class to begin with, so they were basically all gone.
Gu Duoduo suggested that she go shopping with Tang Qianqian.
"Beauty, do you have a boyfriend?"
Fengchen took out a notebook from the inner pocket of his coat and looked at Gu Duoduo.
"What are you doing?"
Gu Duoduo frowned and asked with some vigilance.
Although she had also encountered uncles chatting with her, this was her first time with an uncle riding a bicycle.
"It's exactly the same as in my dream." Feng Chen sighed, "I dreamed yesterday that my son was getting married, and his wife was you!"
"roll!"
Gu Duoduo roared like an angry little lion.
"She has the same personality as my daughter-in-law. Could you please tell her her name and contact information?"
Fengchen took out the black pen from his notebook and asked with a smile.
"Duoduo! What's wrong?"
At this time, Tang Qianqian hurriedly walked over to the electric car parked in the distance.
Feng Chen glanced at Tang Qianqian and exclaimed, "You look so familiar! I've seen you in my dream, you and my son..."
"Fengchen...uncle."
Tang Qianqian suddenly pointed at Feng Chen's face.
Feng Chen's face was startled. The more he looked at it, the more familiar it looked. He wasn't making it up this time. He seemed to have really seen it somewhere.
"Oh? You are Qianqian!"
It's no wonder that Feng Chen forgot that Feng Lin went to high school here, and it's been six or seven years now.
I remember that Tang Qianqian was still a little girl at that time.
"What are you doing?" Tang Qianqian asked.
"You come with me first."
Feng Chen pulled Tang Qianqian a few steps away and asked in a low voice: "What's that little girl's name? Call me and tell me."
His notebook was full of names and contact information, and he flipped through several pages before finding a blank space.
"Her name is Gu Duoduo, from the Gu family in Jiang City."
Tang Qianqian didn't know what Fengchen wanted to do, so she answered casually.
"good!"
Feng Chen wrote it down with a pen, took out a black card from his body, walked over and handed it to Gu Duoduo, "If one day a family member gets sick and cannot be cured, please call me."
After saying that, Fengchen took back his notebook and rode away on his bicycle.
"Qianqian! Who is he?"
Gu Duoduo looked down at the card. There was no name on it, only a mobile phone number.
If Tang Qianqian didn't know him, she might have thrown it away on the spot.
"He is Feng Lin's father. That old man is very dishonest. What did he just say to you?" Tang Qianqian asked.
"He...he..."
Gu Duoduo's face turned red and she was embarrassed to say, "It's okay!"
"Something's wrong!"
A familiar voice came.
The two of them turned around at the same time and saw Feng Lin getting out of the taxi and walking this way, "School isn't out yet, right?"
"Tch! You, the teacher, have run away, why don't you let us go!"
Gu Duoduo took Tang Qianqian's hand and walked into the mall.
Feng Lin followed. He needed to supervise Tang Qianqian. Their consumption concepts were different.
Don't let Tang Qianqian develop bad habits.
As expected, Gu Duoduo took Tang Qianqian and headed to the luxury store in the mall.
Feng Lin stepped forward and grabbed Tang Qianqian's shoulders, "We don't buy anything from here."
"I'll just take a look." Tang Qianqian said with a smile.
However, their conversation was heard by the shopping guide here.
The clerks who were originally going to come over to serve me also stopped and were playing with their mobile phones.
What bothers them the most is meeting this kind of person who can't afford it and still comes here to ask a lot of questions.
A very few people are even more hateful, just pretending to be in comparison.
For example, if you wear a brand-name bag with its trademark deliberately covered, you can carry it on your back while someone takes photos next to it.
Then they upload it to Moments.
Gu Duoduo held a black LV bag and asked: "Hey, are there other colors for this bag?"
"That one is 38,000. If you don't want to buy it, put it down first. Also, we don't allow taking pictures here."
A female shop assistant playing with her mobile phone in the distance came over reluctantly.
