Who are you?
"You don't even recognize me? You should remember Zhou Jianguo, right? Last March, I took you to the pool hall and the skating rink. Afterwards, you treated us to girls. Forgot?" The other person raised his eyebrows in a lewd manner.
A man on a motorcycle nearby glanced at Lu Feng and him, muttered "shameless," and sped off.
“I know Zhou Jianguo, but I don’t really remember you.”
"Zhou Jianguo is finished. I heard he was hanging out with some Boss Ren and lost 20,000 or 30,000 yuan. Now we can't even find him. I heard him say you've made it big? How come you're riding this?" The other person sized up Lu Feng.
"You didn't receive that much. You're quite wealthy. My 80 motorcycle isn't worth much, but yours must be worth four or five thousand, right?"
"What four or five thousand, eight thousand eight? I've got a ten-thousand-yuan household sitting on my ass. Do you remember who I am?"
Lu Feng looked embarrassed and said, "I have something to do. Let's talk again when we have a chance."
"What's the big deal? You're just taking these groceries home to cook. Let me tell you, my name is Han Bo, remember me?" the other person prompted.
Lu Feng was momentarily dazed, but he did manage to recall some memories of Han Bo in his mind. He nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, yes, we can chat sometime."
"Don't be so hasty. Do you know you've missed a chance to get rich quick? I'm not the same person I was last year. Look at me." The other person was full of arrogance, patted the motorcycle under his buttocks, and pulled out a pager from behind him.
"See? I'm not messing around anymore. I've started making money. Want to get rich? I'll show you how!"
Lu Feng politely declined with a smile, but the other party persisted, refusing to let him leave otherwise.
"I'm really going home to cook. Here's what we'll do: I'll leave you my phone number, and we can chat sometime."
"No, I feel like you look down on me, brother. You still think of me as the person I was last year. There's a saying that goes, 'If a man has sex with someone three times, he'll have to gouge out his eyes.'"
"Huh?" Lu Feng didn't react to what he said for a moment. He paused for a moment and asked tentatively, "Is it called, 'A scholar should be treated with new eyes after three days of separation'?"
"Yes, you have to gouge out the eyes after three times of grass cutting."
Lu Feng:.............
"I'm doing fine now."
“I’m doing legitimate business. Here’s what we’ll do: I’ll take you home. I’ll contact you if I need any work. It won’t delay anything. I only like you because of your demeanor. I wouldn’t take anyone else who wanted to do the job.”
Lu Feng couldn't argue with him, so he could only nod in agreement. The other party escorted him all the way to the residential area, and even checked which gate it was before leaving with peace of mind.
Around noon, after making five or six dishes, Jiang Xiaoyan opened the door, and Duoduo rushed in, exclaiming, "Daddy made so many delicious things!"
"Wash your hands and eat." Lu Feng came out of the kitchen, glanced at Jiang Xiaoyan, and noticed she looked lost. He asked, "What's wrong?"
"I went to the hospital for a checkup, and I'm not pregnant. It's just that my stomach is upset." Jiang Xiaoyan sat down, looking somewhat disappointed.
"If you're not pregnant, then you're not pregnant. Why does your stomach feel uncomfortable? Haven't you checked your stomach?"
“I went to talk to the doctor, and he said that after so long, she should be pregnant.”
"What? You want a child?" Lu Feng sat down and looked at her, saying, "It might be my problem if I can't get pregnant. This is related to men, like staying up late, drinking, irregular schedules, and things like that."
"I want a younger brother. He Hongyu has a younger brother, but I don't. He has three brothers!" Duoduo ran out shouting that she wanted a younger brother or sister.
"Shut up and go back inside."
“I’m planning to take a break for a while. It’s okay, let’s work hard together.” Lu Feng looked at her and whispered in her ear, “I enjoy the process of working hard.”
"You're not serious at all; I'm afraid it's my problem."
"How could that be? Even if it's your problem, it can be cured. Hurry up and eat. After lunch, we'll send this troublemaker away this afternoon." Lu Feng raised an eyebrow and said, "I'll try my best this afternoon."
"Go to hell."
The family of three was eating, but Lu Feng could clearly sense that Jiang Xiaoyan was somewhat distracted.
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