It was already eleven o'clock when Zhao Dong returned to the dormitory. Looking around, he saw that only two of the three security guards assigned during the day had returned.
One of them was chatting on the phone with his girlfriend, and the other was calling Honor of Kings on his mobile phone.
Zhao Dong refused to be polite to them, washed up and went to bed.
The two security guards looked at each other, and the contempt in their eyes flashed. They were not targeting Zhao Dong, but purely to express their dissatisfaction with Fatty Sun.
Originally, they planned to go through the motions with Zhao Dong tomorrow, but what they didn't expect was that in response to the intimidation of a few people like skipping work, this guy didn't even dare to fart?
I simply let go of this thought.
I just got paid and I'm thinking about going to visit Fatty Sun tomorrow.
The reason why they were targeted by Fatty Sun was not because of lack of ability, but because of lack of filial piety.
According to the rank, 10% of the salary should be paid to Fatty Sun. This is an unwritten rule of the Security Department.
They were dissatisfied before, but now they have no other choice. If they don't surrender to Fatty Sun, they will have no choice but to follow Zhao Dong all the way.
Although they didn't know the inside story about the theft at the construction site, they could guess a few clues. If it was really a good job delivered to the door, who would get it?
Zhao Dong doesn't care what they think, the opportunity has been given to them. Since they don't know how to cherish it, there will be times when they regret it in the future. When the fall comes, he will never show mercy!
My thoughts were confused and I felt sleepy, but I was woken up by a WeChat message.
After Zhao Dong returned to Tianzhou, he changed his phone number and only added two friends. One was Shu Qing and the other was Meng Jiao. Sophie only saved one phone number. With their current relationship, there was no need to send WeChat messages.
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Shu Qing's friend was blocked on the day they broke up, so naturally it wouldn't be her.
I picked it up and saw that it was indeed from Meng Jiao.
The content is very simple, with only one sentence, "Are the injuries on your body feeling better?"
Goddess Meng's gentleness and Goddess Su's ruthlessness are in stark contrast at this moment.
Zhao Dong was typing on the keyboard and was about to reply when a second message came in, "If you send WeChat so late, you won't be inspected by Goddess Su, right?"
"I live in a dormitory." Zhao Dong added a curled expression.
After a while, the third message came in, "My hands hurt from washing your clothes!"
Next is a picture.
Zhao Dong opened it and took a look, his breath suddenly stagnated.
The picture shows a slender figure with small palms, slender fingers, neatly trimmed nails, slightly red fingertips, and a hazy fluorescent white skin, giving people a delicate beauty.
He glanced at it subconsciously a few more times, then turned off the picture and replied, "Is the washing machine broken?"
Meng Jiaole on the other end of the phone was shaking her head. Is this guy Zhao Dong a straight man? If other men heard this, they would definitely say how distressed they were and how to comfort him.
No matter how bad it is, I'm afraid I have to ask why you wash it by hand? Or maybe I treat you to dinner?
What a good thing for him, he actually asked about a washing machine that couldn't be hit by a pole?
Meng Jiao had no choice but to use all the words she had prepared, so she simply asked: "Don't you feel bad?"
Zhao Dong replied honestly, "I feel bad."
Thinking of Zhao Dong's naivety, Meng Jiao felt a hint of ridicule and sent out an ambiguous text with a wicked smile, "When I was doing laundry, my clothes got all wet!"
This time I waited for a full minute before receiving a reply, "Be careful not to catch a cold!"
Meng Jiao was startled for a moment, and then burst into laughter. Zhao Dong was too honest, too funny, right?
If it is a man with a normal orientation, nine times out of ten he will say, "I don't believe it, let me take a look," etc.
How lucky is he to prevent himself from catching a cold?
Haha, why haven’t I noticed this before? This guy is so interesting!
While feeling moved, Meng Jiao became playful and sent another teasing message.
Zhao Dong had been working hard all day. He was already tired and had a fever after drinking a little. He was about to sleep when the screen turned on again.
He subconsciously wanted to reply good night, but when he saw that sentence on the screen, his sleepiness immediately disappeared without a trace.