Chapter 19 Mystery of Life

Jia Dakong looked very anxious and impulsive. Generally, people who drink alcohol are like this. Alcohol can deplete their spirits and make people proud. Alcohol can make a wealthy person feel like a beggar, and alcohol can also make a beggar feel like a rich person.

Now Jia Dakong patted his chest and sat in place without moving his butt. It just seemed that the money from several major Chinese banks was in his pocket, so he could use it at any time, full of confidence.

Of course, Jia Dakong didn't know that Mr. Ye had never been in a hurry.

When Ye Feng sighed when he heard that Jia Dakong had a picture of him paying the bill, he tried his best to fight with him. He didn't want to drink too much with him anymore. It was not that his amount was not good, but he felt that it was enough to make Jia Dakong forget to interview and stop following him. There was no need to let him drink and forget to pay the bill.

I don’t know when he started, Ye Feng found that he was actually very good at drinking, and he never got drunk. It was like he was inexplicably good at fighting, unlocking locks than thieves, and designing circuit diagrams than professionals. This made him always think of what Ye Beigong said from time to time, he was a genius, but he always claimed to be a talented man. He was my son and I was his father. This is a fact, no one could change it.

Singing wildly for fifty years with laughter and dancing. Walking among flowers and sleeping among the moon.

The name is spread throughout the country. Who says that there is a shortage of wine money on your waist?

I am ashamed to call myself the author of the poem. Everyone talks about me and my gods.

It takes time to do it. Don’t lose your heart for an inch.

Ye Feng also remembers this poem, don’t lose the sky in your heart? Who has the sky in your heart, what about your own?

"Come on, come on, come on, Mr. Ye, have another drink." Jia Dakong looked at half of the bottle of white wine. He would definitely not be happy to return it. He would beat his wife at home. It seemed that the only thing that was stolen in his stomach was the most realistic.

But after the half bottle was also spread by the two, Jia Dakong could no longer run the train on his tongue, and he was a little stiff. Ye Feng looked at him not only talking about interviews today, but even if he was petitioning, he would not be able to stand up. "By the way, I have something to do, I have to take a step first."

"Ah?" Jia Dakong forgot Ye Feng in a daze, remembering today's task, and moved his arms as if it was not his own. He wanted to reach out to get his wallet, but picked up the wine glass again. "Okay, Mr. Ye, I will interview you another day, you must give me a look."

"It must be." Ye Feng walked out happily with a smile on his face. When he reached the door, the welcome lady politely opened the door with a smile, "Sir. Go slowly, welcome to come again next time."

Ye Feng nodded, but thought in his heart that the boiled fish head here is really good, spicy and appetizing, but I don’t know who will spend it again next time, so please have another free meal?

"Mr. Jia, aren't you going to interview?" Shan Yaowu reluctantly put down his chopsticks, as if he had put down his lover's hands.

But everything is full and needs to be cultivated. The same is true for feelings and the same is true for eating. Shan Yaowu and Ye Feng are brothers in distress. After eating a meal, they ordered three bowls of rice, hoping to replenish the intestinal oil that has been scraped over the past few months. They burped and felt that the duck with blood mixed with the rice was about to overflow. It seems that they don’t have to eat tomorrow morning.

"Interview. What a big deal." Jia Dakong stood up shakingly, "I'm not afraid of trouble, but I can't cause trouble every day. Our meal is to block the mouth of the noble Ye. No matter what we write, as long as it's not too hot, there will be no problem."

"Mr. Jia is very good at it." Shan Yaowu said with admiration.

Jia Dakong was so gloomy that he was calling Mr. Jia, as if he had drunk half a pound of white wine. He sat in the clouds, as happy as a god, and wanted to pat Dan Yaowu on the shoulder and say, "You are following me, you have learned something, but you are a little helpless."

He reached out with one hand and pulled Jia Dakong from the clouds to the ground, "Sir, two hundred and thirty yuan, thank you."

"Why are there so many?" Jia Dakong was shocked.

"This is the menu." The waiter smiled, "Sir, you can take a look."

Knowing that the cost would be basically not bad, Jia Dakong waved his hand and took out his wallet. Seeing that the shriveled one was disproportionate to his belly, he sighed, "Don't you give it to me?"

"Yes, it's being cut, please wait." The waiter took the money and turned around and left.

Jia Dakong sat down with a little helpless look. What happened today? He inexplicably invited someone to have a meal. There has never been any trouble in the past six months. He is a slave, and his slave nature is in his bones. Although he saw a rich man, he cursed in his heart, but he wanted to take out his heart and flatter him.

"Mr. Jia? Mr. Jia?" Shan Yaowu shook his hand.

"What are you doing?" Jia Dakong looked at Shan Yaowu with three hands.

"Will we follow up and interview tonight?" Shan Yaowu had enough food and drink, and felt energetic and had nowhere to vent.

"What a big deal to interview, go back and hug your wife to sleep."

"I don't have a wife?"

"Then you just hug the gas pipeline and sleep." Jia Dakong said angrily.

"Oh, my house is rented and there is no gas pipeline." Shan Yaowu said humorously.

"Then you just sleep with the gas tank." Jia Dakong stood up swayingly, holding Shan Yaowu's shoulder with one hand, "Let's go, go home."

"Mr. Jia, do you want to vomit?"

"think."

"Then let's vomit. This is how you drink, and it will feel more comfortable when you spit it out."

"I can't bear to give up." Jia Dakong sighed, "What you spit out is no money, keep it in your stomach and don't waste it."

Shan Yaowu was speechless. He could do it only supported Jia Dakong. For the first time, he discovered that this seemingly generous Mr. Jia was actually an energy-saving model.

It’s good for a young man to be young. One carries a camera on his shoulder and the other carries Jia Dakong on his shoulder. The two walked out with their shoulders and hugged each other, which was quite a bit of a comrade relationship.

Ye Feng looked at their backs, shrugged his shoulders, then turned around and left. He saw a time-honored porridge shop and bought a portion. People said that ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum were placed here. They made it into A Xiangpo and other things, which was the most suitable for patients to eat. Ye Feng hadn't eaten in two years and always felt that it was exaggerating. Now he bought a portion, but he still had to give it to others for food.

This meal actually took about an hour. He and Jia Dakong reimbursed three bottles of white wine at a rapid speed, with a capacity of about one and a half pounds per person. Jia Da’s empty belly was already unprecedentedly fulfilled, and Ye Feng was still like nothing else.

When he returned to his residence, he opened the door and smelled a scent from the kitchen, "Zhujun? Are you still cooking?" Ye Feng couldn't help asking.

"It's not me." Fang Zhuyun's voice came from the bedroom.

Oh my God, today the sun came out from the south. Ye Feng walked towards the kitchen and looked at it, wanting to see what the rice spoon he was holding looked like when Deng Sha had no money in her hand. He pulled her neck and saw Wen Jing turn off the fire, took a soup pot and walked out. He looked at Ye Feng and looked away.

"Oh, Wenjing, it's you. I didn't expect you to have this ability?" Ye Feng looked at the soup pot in her hand, smelling the fragrant meaty smell, and took his very nutritious porridge back with shame.

"Yeah." Wenjing's voice was similar to a mosquito. She walked to the front of the dining table and put the soup down.

"Wenjing is careful." Fang Zhuyun walked out of the bedroom and smiled like a flower when she saw Ye Feng. "Actually, I am almost as good as I am now. I can run or jump. Wenjing even came from the company. In order to stew a chicken soup, she said that it would hurt her vitality and replenish her body. I am really embarrassed."

"Sister Zhujun, you have helped us so much. I'll take care of you now, that's what I should do." Wenjing just looked at Fang Zhujun, with a stingy smile and didn't want to give Ye Feng a trace.

Ye Feng was so depressed. Life is like this. You thought you had paid a lot, but you didn’t expect it to be disproportionate. Logically, you should have helped Wenjing a lot. You found a job and lent her five hundred yuan to her. It has not been paid yet. This is still in front of you. If you go far, isn’t that a big bag of food favorable?

But Wenjing seemed to have forgotten this, and her heart was filled with dissatisfaction with Ye Feng. Who is this? She is obviously engaged and pretends to be fine in front of Sister Zhu Yun. If she hadn't seen Sister Zhu Yun recover from illness and would not want this matter to interfere with her emotions, she would have told her long ago.

Wenjing is just a little bit disgusted now. Why didn’t he tell this when he saw Zhuyun a few days ago? He has become an accomplice now, as if he cooperated with Ye Feng to deceive Fang Zhuyun again.

Wenjing these days is said to have been spent in an extremely complicated mood. She is not the kind of ungrateful person. She knows that Ye Feng is kind to her, but the longer she knows Ye Feng, the harder it is to understand this person. There are many people who participate in the engagement. Every time she comes back, she is excitedly injected with stimulants.

Everyone was describing the gorgeousness of the engagement ceremony that day, and everyone was helping Ye Feng brag about the nobleness of his life experience. Wen Jing didn't understand why this noble person was like a bastard on weekdays?
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