"Honey, come pick me up. My car was borrowed by this kid Zelin."
Li Juan had a busy day doing accounting at the company and was about to drive home. As soon as she got on her Beetle, she received a call from her husband.
"You old man is serious. Just give the car to this kid Zelin and you can just wait for the ticket notice! Where are you now? I just came out of the company and went to pick you up."
"Haha~, didn't I call you because I was thinking that my wife is about to get off work?"
Cheng Zhongran, who was walking leisurely on the road at this time, looked at the cars passing by quickly and laughed at his wife on the other side of the phone.
"Emotion, you are just waiting for me to get off work. Okay, tell me where you are now and I will pick you up. Next time something like this happens, just take a taxi home. It's already dark. You are an old man.
Just don't wander around outside."
After starting the car and connecting her phone to the car's Bluetooth, Li Juan complained to her husband.
"Okay, I understand. I'm here on Garden Avenue. Wife, come here quickly!"
"Stand there and don't move. I'll be right over."
After the call ended, Cheng Zhongran couldn't help but reveal a smile on his face.
In total, he and his wife have been married for almost thirty years, and he is quite satisfied that they can maintain their current relationship.
The only regret is that if my only son had been more obedient and come back to take over his duties so that he could retire early, it would be perfect.
"Selling flowers, the last bunch is sold for 50 yuan, close the stall when it's sold out."
Just when Cheng Zhongran couldn't help but think of his son, a hawker riding an electric tricycle with several empty buckets in the back of the car shouted past.
"Boss, wait a minute, I want this flower."
Cheng Zhongran, who came to his senses from the shouts of the hawker owner, raised his hand and greeted the hawker.
"Okay, boss, do you want to buy flowers? This is the last bunch I have. You are lucky and I sold them to you cheaply."
Cheng Zhongran's shouting was more effective than the imperial edict. The electric tricycle he was riding came to a sudden stop, and then a middle-aged man got out of the car with a simple face and faced Cheng Zhong.
Ran said enthusiastically.
"Okay, I bought it, scan the QR code or pay in cash."
Looking at the enthusiastic flower seller in front of him, Cheng Zhongran asked with a warm smile.
"Okay, you can scan the cash. You can take the money first."
After taking the flowers out of the bucket, the florist handed them directly to him. He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, giving people an extraordinary air of loyalty.
"Then cash! I happen to have it here."
After taking the flowers, Cheng Zhongran took out a green banknote from his pocket and handed it over.
"Okay, boss, I'll leave first."
After taking the money and confirming that the banknotes were genuine, the flower seller said happily, got back on the tricycle, and drove away.
It's just that, logically, the shouting should have disappeared when the last bouquet of flowers was sold.
As I passed another pedestrian, the sound came again: "Flowers are for sale. The last bunch is sold for 50 yuan. Close the stall when the goods are sold."
Of course, Cheng Zhongran also heard the shouting again, but he just smiled and didn't care.
After all, everyone gets what they need. The flower seller is in it for money, and he is in it to make his wife happy, so why not do it.
"This bad old man is not ashamed of himself."
From a distance, Li Juan saw the figure standing stupidly on the roadside, holding flowers, waiting, although she was muttering.
But she couldn't hide the smile on her charming face. It wasn't until the Beetle was only ten or twenty meters away from the figure that she freed up a hand and pinched it secretly, letting herself
Restore the usual cold demeanor in the company.
"Didi! Why don't you get in the car? Why would you buy something like this? It's not embarrassing."
Lowering the car window and looking at her husband's warm smile that had never changed for thousands of years, Li Juan pretended to be unhappy and rolled her eyes at him.
"I didn't think you needed some decoration in your car to match you, so I bought it."
After decades of getting along, Cheng Zhongran was not angry at the fact that his wife's personality had become clear. Instead, he happily got into the passenger seat, turned around and put the flowers on the back seat.
"You are the only one who can talk and have this ability. Why didn't you teach your son about it? Look what has become of our little Hao now. I heard from Zehao that this kid is almost invulnerable.
"
As soon as she talked about her son, the smile hidden in Li Juan's eyes really disappeared completely, and then she began to look at her husband in a bad way.
"This is because my son didn't have good genes. Can you blame me?"
Being stared at unkindly by his wife, Cheng Zhongran touched his nose and muttered.
At this time, in front of his wife, he didn't look like a group chairman. He couldn't be more docile.
"It's not like my son can choose genes. Are you blaming my son for not choosing his genes?"
After hearing her husband pass the responsibility to her son, Li Juan immediately stopped and questioned her husband very protectively.
"That's not what I meant. Okay, you win. It's my fault that I didn't teach our son well the day after tomorrow. It made Xiaohao what he is now. It's my fault. I deserve to die and I deserve the headache."
Seeing that the more sophistry he got, the more evil his wife looked at him, Cheng Zhong simply lowered his head, and finally took all the responsibility on his own (*￣m￣).
"Huh, it's your fault in the first place. When my son comes back this time, go over and sleep with him and teach him your tricks. I'm really worried. I won't come back to sleep until I teach him."
After turning around the Beetle, Li Juan drove the car back and ordered her husband in a doubtful tone.
"But my wife..., my tricks are outdated and not suitable for today's young people, so they will only work for you..."
"Cheng Zhongran, you bastard, are you saying I'm old?"
"Hey~, honey, drive well and don't hit anyone with your hands."
Amidst the quarrel between the loving old couple, the Beetle ran dangerously into several S-shapes before slowly returning to normal.