wise!”
“Boot-lick less! Get the hell out of my room and take a shower!”
“Actually I just bathed last week……”
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At dawn, on the next day, Yang Chen drove his car to the west region’s food market to procure breakfast.
As expected, Old Li as before set up his stall at his usual spot, with a happy face. It seemed like he was in a very good mood, it seemed like he learned of what happened to the Chen family’s father and son, and been released of all the burdens in his heart. Seeing Yang Chen walk over, he smiled and greeted, “Little Yang you’ve come, I heard from the others that you’ve started working at a company. That’s great, that seems more like something a youngster should do.”
“Both jobs are work, there isn’t much of a difference.” Yang Chen smiled and said, “It’s a pity that in the future I won’t have much time to boast and idly chat with you guys, working in an office is actually less comfortable.”
Old Li mischievously smiled and said, “That little girl Jingjing was very cheerful last night, did you say something to her?”
Yang Chen pondered for a moment, and said, “I promised to visit her in her school today.”
Old Li had an expression of sudden enlightenment, he patted Yang Chen’s shoulders, “Young people should get together well, my family’s Jingjing has a very pure character, you better not let her suffer, otherwise I won’t forgive you!”
Seeing Old Li’s “I knew it” expression, Yang Chen wanted to explain, but the words that went up to his throat was too difficult to say, so he could only swallow it back in and awkwardly nod.
Once again bringing in various bags of breakfast to the office, the group of PR Department ladies had already raised their heads in longing, seeing the myriad of breakfasts, they once again sang praises at Yang Chen.
Soon after Yang Chen sat on his chair, he felt the urge to turn on his computer and begin a new day of his “professional gaming” career, but saw Mo Qianni who had a tired expression enter the office.
Mo Qianni glanced at Yang Chen, saw the remainders of a big bag of youtiao on Yang Chen’s desk, and was immediately overwhelmed by anger.
This fella, as somebody’s husband, his wife is in the hospital, yet he didn’t attend to her, and instead bought a heap of breakfast for the ladies in the office.
She couldn’t help but look at him with disdain and ridicule, “You’re very considerate to your colleagues, and even do your best at buying breakfast. But I wonder if you will remember to bring some to a certain someone.”
“Miss Mo wants some? It’s alright, there’s still a lot left.” Yang Chen raised a meat bun in his hand, generously extending it to Mo Qianni.