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Wang Mingsheng was sitting in the passenger seat with a leisurely posture, holding an orange in his hand, a Gannan navel orange, which he scavenged from Gao Sinan's car. There was a whole box in the trunk of the car, unopened, so he opened it first and picked the biggest one.
I held it upside down in my hand, thinking that I would not be able to wash my hands later, so I didn't peel it off and eat it.
There were a lot of pedestrians on the road, all of them were crowded on the road, and the motorbikes walked on the motorway, blocking the traffic, Gao Sinan cursed in a low voice.
Wang Mingsheng looked away from the man who didn't obey the traffic rules, and said: "I don't cherish my life. It's not easy to live to this age. Hit him once and you'll understand the rules."
Gao Sinan laughed out loud, "I can't teach this rule, can't see you come?"
Wang Mingsheng wiped his mouth, smiled and said nothing.
Just after this period, there was a pure music ringtone in the car, the phone's built-in sound effects, Wang Mingsheng and Gao Sinan had the same phone, subconsciously touched his pocket, looked up and saw Gao Sinan's phone screen on the right side of the steering wheel turned on.
A bunch of numbers flashed out, it was a landline number, and it belonged to the city.
Gao Sinan's mobile phone was not connected to the bluetooth in the car, Wang Mingsheng saw that it was inconvenient for him to drive, so he raised his hand to slide it for him, answered the call, and played the external voice.
"Sinan?"
? Although it was chaotic outside, the car was very quiet. The car belonged to Wang Mingsheng. It was expensive, high-profile and aggressive. A soft and clean female voice came out of the receiver, faint and kind.
It makes people feel very comfortable listening.
Wang Mingsheng's eyebrows moved slightly, and he raised his eyelids to look at Gao Sinan.
Gao Sinan drove with his eyelids drooping, holding the steering wheel with both hands, and asked, "What's the matter?"
There was a second of silence before saying: "You have a registered letter delivered to your home, and I signed for it for you. Come and get it when you have time."
Gao Sinan didn't even think about agreeing, the woman said again: "When are you free?"
"I'm free now, I'll get it now."
Gao Sinan cut off the phone by himself, Wang Mingsheng glanced at him, and couldn't help but ask, "Who is this?"
Gao Sinan didn't speak.
He became more and more curious, and looked up his head. "The voice is good, nice, and the speech is neither too slow nor too humble. I feel like an educated and temperamental female intellectual who is under 30."
Gao Sinan looked back at him with a bit of embarrassment: "Stepmother."
"" It turned out to be your father's concubine, Wang Ming felt disappointed.
Gao Sinan took the initiative to explain: "The female university teacher is quite talented, my father's student, you probably heard of it later."
Wang Mingsheng thought to himself, I really guessed it, a university teacher is not an intellectual, let alone a master's degree, or a female doctorate.
Wang Mingsheng didn't know if he was possessed, the voice disappeared for a long time, but he was still thinking about it, thinking about it all the time. For a while, I was a little jealous of Gao Sinan's father's good luck, and he was tired of being romantic. At this age, he can still find a woman who seems to be on good terms.
People inside the system are really different from those outside the system, and the old professor is really old and strong.
Ordinary men are called romantic, and cultural people are called romantic.
Gao Sinan wants to turn around and go home first to get the documents. Wang Mingsheng has no objection. He is very free, that is, he has free time, unlike Gao Sinan who needs to go to work. Strictly speaking, he is an unemployed vagrant without a serious job.
Go to the clubhouse every morning for a stroll, sit for a while when you are in a good mood, and leave when you feel bad.
The car parked downstairs. This was Wang Mingsheng's first visit to the Boxue Community. There was a university next to it with an iron fence. Nine out of ten residents in this community were professors.
In terms of money, he is no worse than those bosses outside.
Gao Sinan asked: "Would you like to come up with me for a cup of hot tea?"
Wang Mingsheng glanced out of the car window, the sky is a bit gloomy, and the temperature is not very friendly these days.
He pushed the car door down, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and motioned to Gao Sinan: "I'll smoke a cigarette, you can go up by yourself, and visit Professor Gao again when you have time."
Gao Sinan smiled, didn't say anything, opened the trunk, took out the oranges, and handed over two, but Wang Mingsheng waved his hands away.
He pressed the lighter with a click, squinted his eyes and took a puff.
The north wind blew very hard, and the coolness penetrated into his trouser legs. After half a cigarette, Wang Mingsheng was shivering from the cold, and took the last puff. Extinguish the cigarette butt.
Wrapped tightly in the black leather jacket, slowly got into the car.
Just as he sat down, he saw Gao Sinan coming down. This guy was quite agile, and before he could speak, another woman came out from the door behind him.
? Look at the dressClean and refreshing, with loose hair, a pink sequined shoulder bag on her shoulders, slender fingers on it, and a really fair complexion.
After Gao Sinan finished speaking, he turned and walked here, the woman turned her face to watch, Wang Mingsheng saw his face at this moment, it is rare these days to dare to go out with such plain eyes.
Possibly with makeup on, it is relatively light, and it is not clear from a distance.
It is not a top-notch beauty, but she has a good temperament, which is the temperament that has been piled up after reading poetry and books.
Without asking, he knew that this was Gao Sinan's stepmother, and he was a little surprised. He originally thought that Gao Sinan's stepmother was a charming little wife who clings to the rich and powerful.
What is lacking, what is rare, probably Wang Mingsheng is too vulgar, has not read many books, and prefers girls with a little ink in their stomachs.
Although I have only heard a few words right now and glanced at it from a distance, I feel really good.
Gao Sinan got into the car, he looked away, paused for two seconds, then paused for another two seconds, and asked casually, "Who is that?"
"Liang Ci, my stepmother."
Wang Mingsheng snorted, and did not continue to ask after the car window was down. After a while of cold wind, she suddenly said, "Do female teachers don't like makeup?"
Gao Sinan paused, stunned by his nonsensical question, shook his head and said with a smile: "Nonsense, it must be different from those heavily made-up girls in your clubhouse."
It's different, those are vulgar things.
Wang Mingsheng was a little absent-minded.
Arriving at the club, the manager saw that the boss was entertaining friends, and personally arranged for a girl to accompany him. She looked good, sang well, and had a good voice.
Wang Ming was in a slump, leaning back against the sofa, like an outsider, and the harsh music accompaniment isolated everything. The manager is usually good at observing words and expressions, and leans over: "Brother Sheng, is the arrangement not thoughtful?"
Wang Mingsheng turned around and looked at him calmly, "What?"
"I don't think you are very interested."
Wang Mingsheng spread his arms and legs, glanced at Gao Sinan, and revealed, "I've been a vegetarian recently, and I like pure ones."
The manager understood, raised his voice and laughed, raised his hand to beckon a few girls over, and said directly: "You, and you, go and unload, change into conservative clothes and come to accompany Brother Sheng."
The clubhouse is owned by Wang Mingsheng, no one knows Brother Sheng, upon hearing this, he pushed the door open one by two without hesitation.
The venue was very chaotic, with empty beer bottles lying on the tables and peanuts scattered everywhere.
Wang Mingsheng raised his hand to stick a grain and threw it into his mouth, chewing. Salty, very crispy, something I loved to eat when I was a child, it was a good thing at that time.
It's just that people who are well-informed and talkative have become picky. There are not many people who like to eat peanut kernels now. Eat cashew pine nuts instead.
They are complaining about the whole body in the financial circle this year, and the news in the entertainment circle is all about high leverage, capital operation, tax avoidance and so on.
Wang Mingsheng finished listening in silence, then lowered his head to drink.
The girl who washed her face and changed her clothes came back and sat next to him on one left and one on the right, the one on the left poured wine, and the one on the right persuaded him to drink.
Purity does not mean plain makeup, it has to feel right. Wang Mingsheng didn't understand why the manager had been a manager for so long and why he didn't get on the road. He didn't understand such a simple reason.
Gao Sinan was drunk, very drunk, Wang Mingsheng and another friend sent him back to Erudite Garden.
It is the first time for Wang Mingsheng to visit Professor Gao. The house type is very simple, duplex, rather antique, and the furniture is mainly taupe.
Liang Ci came out of the study, with her hair pulled back, dressed casually. Holding the book in his hand, he hesitated for a while, and came out straight away when he saw Gao Sinan looking drunk.
Put the book on the coffee table in the living room, thank you politely.
Frowning and looking at Gao Sinan, "Maybe I have to trouble you to take him back to his room."
Wang Mingsheng: "Which bedroom is it?"
Liang Ci led the way, put down Gao Sinan, and they came out. This time the distance was relatively close, Wang Mingsheng lowered his head and glanced at her, followed his friend to the living room, and glanced back at her again.
Liang Ci smiled at him: "What do you want to drink?"
Wang Mingsheng replied: "It's getting late, we will send him off and go home."
The hostess didn't speak any more and sent them out. She was wearing thin clothes, and it was very cold at night when autumn and winter were taking over outside, so she didn't send any more after it was delivered to the door.
When Wang Mingsheng returned home, it was still early. He was a night owl, and he was full of energy at night.
?Walking to the bookshelf that no one cares about for a long time, I stood for a long time and took out a book. There are many books in the house, and the bookshelf is not small, occupying half of the wall of the study.
It's a pity that Wang Mingsheng didn't read it, and he didn't even go into the study, it was just for show.
Literary works are mostly like bland chicken soup, the more nutritious the uglier it is, it also has a miraculous effect of hypnosis.
Suddenly realized a problem, he is currently a member of the upper class materially, but he is relatively poor spiritually and is at the bottom of society.
After reading a paragraph, his eyelids became astringent, and he compromised.
In this life, I am doomed to be a layman, and the Yingying Yanyan around me is also a layman, let's just be a layman, everyone is not mediocre.
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Suddenly realized a problem, he is currently a member of the upper class materially, but he is relatively poor spiritually and is at the bottom of society.
After reading a paragraph, his eyelids became astringent, and he compromised.
In this life, I am doomed to be a layman, and the Yingying Yanyan around me is also a layman, let's just be a layman, everyone is not mediocre.
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Second non: My friend reported that the name of the hero is too simple, like a son picked up by the side of the road, so I changed it slightly. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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