Jiang He didn't care. When he first started his business, he often shared a hotel room with his employees. Besides, Zhou Fengxian was worried about him. It would be boring for him to sleep here alone anyway, and it would be nice to have someone to keep him company. "By the way, brother, is there any lively place here?"
"Here, at night, many old men and old ladies come out to relax, and there are also some shops and restaurants on that street." Zhou Fengxian stretched his arms, lifted the curtains and looked outside before speaking.
"I..." Jiang He actually wanted to talk to the other party about his parents, but he didn't know how to start.
"Knock, knock, knock!" At this time, there was a knock on the door, which just interrupted the conversation between the two. Zhou Fengxian came to the door and saw Tchaikovsky standing outside as soon as he opened it. The smile on his face froze a little after he saw him. "Mr. Zhou is here too?"
"Oh, Jiang He is my younger brother. I am unfamiliar with the place, so I have to help my family look after him in case some ignorant creature breaks in. Is there anything we can help you with, Mr. Loki?" Zhou Fengxian had a smile on his face, but he was actually cursing inside.
"Oh, I want to ask if there is any place here where I can have afternoon tea?" Tchaikov actually felt like he had eaten a fly. He always felt that this person was watching him here on purpose.
"Oh, I know a restaurant called Lao Mo that specializes in afternoon tea. I'll take you there." This time Zhou Fengxian spoke in pure Mao dialect, which surprised Tchaikovsky. "In that case, thank you."
"Excuse me, who is Jiang Hezhi? The front desk has a phone number for you." Another female voice interrupted.
Jiang He hurried over and said, "It's me. I'll be there right now."
So, regardless of the sparks between the two, Jiang He followed the waitress to the front desk on the fourth floor. He was a little confused as to who would call him. He picked up the phone and asked carefully, "Hello? This is Jiang He. Who are you?"
"It's me." Lu Mingfeng's voice came from the other end of the phone. Jiang He heard it and wondered if something happened in the village. "Mingfeng? Why did you call me suddenly? It's my grandma, grandma..."
"They are all fine. I just found some things missing when I was sorting out your textbooks. I will come tomorrow and take you home with me." Jiang He was confused by Lu Mingfeng's words. "You want to take me home? Is your leg healed?" He remembered that when he left today, the other party's leg was still a little unstable. How could it suddenly heal?
"Well, I still feel a little uncomfortable, but I will take a car over." Lu Mingfeng just said lightly, but there was no doubt about it.
"Well, let's go!" Jiang He was also thinking about Tchaikovsky. He would probably leave tomorrow night or the day after tomorrow. It would be nice for him to go home with him. "Be careful on the road, and remember to tell me when you arrive."
"Okay!" Lu Mingfeng said this and hung up the phone, leaving Jiang He confused. He came all the way to the county town just for a few books? Isn't it good to call him and ask him to bring them?
"No? Old Lu, what are you doing?" Gao Youhui couldn't understand his good brother at Lu Mingfeng's side. "What do you have to worry about, Xiao He?"
"I told you, it's for the textbooks. You seem very dissatisfied?" Lu Mingfeng said coldly.
Gao Youhui was looked at by the other party, and finally lowered his head in shame, "Dad, I was wrong!" He saw from the corner of his eye that the cup on Lu Mingfeng's desk was empty, so he immediately turned into a servile person, "Old Lu, do you want some tea? I will pour you a cup myself!"
Yang Guojun and Yunzhong, who had been watching Gao Youhui's constant fooling around, looked at each other and thought, young people really know how to have fun. Then they lowered their heads and continued to work on the documents in their hands.
To be honest, it’s actually quite cool in the office.
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