I walked in and said hello to the lady at the front desk.
Tell her that he is the Xu Damao who spoke to her last time.
The front desk lady immediately informed Su Pao, but unfortunately Su Pao was not in the company right now, so his idea of cooperating with Su Pao came to nothing.
Leave your pager number and wait for Su Pao's reply.
When he came out, he was confused. There was a ticket on the car.
When he was buying a car, the salesman vowed to him and told him: "Even if the chief superintendent comes, I still don't dare to issue a ticket."
Unexpectedly, I was slapped in the face not long after I bought it. I will go back later and talk to the salesperson to earn some negative emotion points.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a police car parked aside. There was also a handsome man in traffic police uniform smoking a cigarette on the side of the road, looking like he was depressed.
Walking forward, the more you look at him, the more familiar he becomes. He looks very much like my little brother.
No, no, he should be Song Zijie now. No wonder there is a ticket on the car. It must be something good done by this stupid young man.
In this way, he really wronged the salesman.
He walked over and said hello, but Song Zihao ignored him.
I thought he was here to ask about the ticket and was deliberately trying to cause trouble.
"Where is your eldest brother lately?"
When He Yuzhu asked this question, Song Zijie's expression changed and became extremely serious.
He was originally affected by Song Zihao's identity, which made him do nothing in the traffic police team. Just now, he couldn't even let him look at such a big thing at the Queen's Hotel.
"Who are you? How do you know him!" One hand held He Yuzhu's collar, his tone was full of aggression.
Even if you are the little brother, he will not be used to it, let alone he is not.
He wrapped his palm around Song Zijie's fist that was holding onto his clothes, and with a fierce force, he heard the crackling sound of his bones.
With a scream, Song Zijie hurriedly let go of his hand and looked at his hand. All the joints were red and swollen. This hand would not heal in ten days and a half.
"What a disaster for you. You actually openly attacked the police." He took out his walkie-talkie and shouted: "Hey! Hey! Intersection 7 of Queen Street..."
"If you want your elder brother to die, just continue." He Yuzhu said calmly.
"You bastard, what did you say!!"
Just like a primary school student who was playing with pesticides when his hometown was stolen, his eyes suddenly turned red, he took out his gun and pointed it at He Yuzhu viciously.
"Put it down! I don't like having someone put a gun to my head."
"Raise your hands, squat down! Squat down!" Song Zihao was facing He Yuzhu, who was bare-handed. He felt like he was facing an ancient beast armed to the teeth. The huge sense of crisis made him yell desperately.
"I asked you to put it down!!!!"
In an instant, he moved, and in two blinks, he came behind Song Zihao.
Card!
Just like breaking a candy cake, it directly broke Song Zihao's arm.
Song Zihao was frightened by the sudden severe pain, dropped his gun and half-knelt on the ground.
He understood that the man in front of him wouldn't be enough to beat even ten more of him.
The first person who came to the rescue was not a police car, but a red taxi.
Song Zihao hurriedly got out of the car, walked quickly to He Yuzhu, and said without hesitation:
"He is my brother. I will take the trouble for him. This brother, clear a path, and I will take care of everything for him."
Song Zijie, who was on the ground, suddenly got up from the ground with unknown strength, pushed Song Zihao away with his body, and shouted excitedly:
"Go away, I don't need your charity! Get out, get out."
Seeing the deep brotherly love, He missed his sister a little. He didn't know what the film policeman thought of his sister. He didn't ask if he was married.
After coming back to his senses, he said to Song Zihao: "You, follow me."
The two got in the car, and He Yuzhu took him to the restaurant where Wu Shihao had ordered.
He casually took off the mask, leaving Song Zihao speechless in shock.
After a long time, he was surprised and said: "It's you, He Yuzhu!"
"It's me. This is the second time we've met. Don't shout so loudly."
Song Zihao calmed down. Knowing that it was He Yuzhu, he understood that everything was fine.
"It's you!"
Song Zihao confirmed again that although he knew about plastic surgery, he had never seen such a lifelike mask.
"Okay, it's me, you don't need to thank me for what happened just now."
"Thank you! Thank you for what?"
"I broke your brother's hand so that he doesn't have to go to work anymore and you don't have to protect him every day."
"Ah! That's my brother, he was his, not his fault. Even if you are looking for me, there is no need to do this." Song Zihao expressed that he could not accept He Yuzhu's brain circuit.
He Yuzhu waved and explained: "You only saw the first floor, and I was on the fifth floor.
Think about it, your brother’s hand is broken, and it’s not like he can’t move his lower body. If he’s at home every day, it’s inevitable that he’ll accidentally add nieces and nephews to you.”
When Song Zihao thought about it, it actually made sense, and he was speechless.
His younger brother Song Zijie has always been a good worker. He feels uncomfortable if he doesn't go to work. He has to go to work even if he dies.
Love between men and women is nothing compared to tasks. Even if they are with their girlfriends and receive an urgent task, they can immediately put on their pants and rush to work quickly.
Song Zihao was considering whether to break his brother's other hand as well, so as to save him from being too strong.
Interrupting his meditation: "Let's go, aren't you curious about what I do?"
The two came to the restaurant, which was half-decorated.
Song Zihao looked strange and asked suspiciously: "You don't mean to say that you are just a restaurant owner, do you?"
He Yuzhu answered directly: "Of course not, the boss is a part-time job, and chef is my profession."
"You! Chef!!!"
Even if I beat him to death, he wouldn't believe that a man who dared to hit the ghost old superintendent with a wine bottle was actually a famous chef.
Looking at Song Zihao who looked disbelieving, he decided to conquer him with technology.
Wu Shihao, who was still working, noticed what was going on here and ran over quickly.
"Brother Zhu, why are you here?"
"Let me take a look." He turned to Song Zihao and said, "This is Wu Shihao, my brother."
Then he said to Wu Shihao: "This is Song Zihao, he may be our future brother, you two should get to know each other well.
By the way, is there one in the kitchen?"
Wu Shihao: "Yes, it's a bit messy inside. The four of us brothers haven't cleaned it yet."
"It's okay. I'll go in and take a look. You take good care of him."
He patted Wu Shihao on the shoulder, took off his coat, put on his apron, put on his chef's hat, and walked into the kitchen.
Smelling the long-lost smell of oil smoke, I actually felt a little friendly. I had made such a big deal out of myself that I almost forgot about my main business.