The Blind Date Went To the Wrong Room, But Was Confessed By the Other Party

Fang Zheng followed behind Yang Yibiao, and the two walked out of the villa until they came to an uninhabited crossroad.

Only then did the two sides stop.

Fangzheng said: "The place has been chosen? Then let's talk about it. As the monitor of the fourth class, why don't you go to class?"

Yang Yibiao turned around, put his trouser pockets in his hands, and said annoyed, "Are you mentally disabled?! Are you sick?! What does it have to do with you if I go to school or not!"

Fang Zheng smiled: "Wow, classmate Yang Yibiao, you're so good! You're not in class, as a teacher, can't I come and ask?"

Yang Yibiao snorted and sneered: "Why are you talking so much? The school pays you a salary, just get me the money! Tell me something useless, believe it or not, I'll let you get out of school tomorrow? !"

Fangzheng pretended to be afraid: "Really? Oh, you scared me to death. I take the liberty to ask, what is the relationship between the principal and you?

Yang Yibiao said indifferently, "The principal is my mother, and my family runs the school!"

It's really a family, no wonder Yan Qingya told me this afternoon that if Yang Yibiao was fired, I would also be fired.

Fangzheng snorted, thought for a moment, took a cigarette from his pocket and started smoking.

"Well, I won't talk about whether I'm going to get out or not. Anyway, if you don't come to class in the future, I'll come to your house every day to make a home visit! Isn't your Erne-chan single? Your teacher and I'm not married yet.

If you don't come to class for one day, I will come to see your sister for one day. When we have a relationship for a long time, your mother will not let me go. Maybe you will have to call me brother-in-law! "

Yang Yibiao was sluggish at first, then pointed at Fangzheng with his hand: "If you provoke my sister, try it! I warn you, if you dare to attack my sister, I will let you lie in the hospital for the rest of your life. Do you believe it?! "

Fang Zheng was smoking a cigarette: "Why? Does classmate Yang Yibiao still keep a thug? The teacher will call your sister and your mother now, not only do their precious sons not attend classes, but they are also raising Heisei clubs outside of school!"

"you!"

Fangzheng waved his hand: "Okay, if you don't want to come to class tomorrow, this brother-in-law is your order! The teacher is gone, remember to be at school before seven tomorrow, the first class is my class!"

Fangzheng stopped entanglement with him. It was useless to talk about it, but after walking a dozen steps into the distance, the bat echo's ability was activated.

Fang Zheng heard that the lovely squad leader Yang Yibiao seemed to be really calling someone.

Did he actually keep a thug? !

Under the street lamp, Yang Yibiao's face was gloomy, staring at the man's back as he moved further away, and said to the phone:

"Hey, Brother Long, I'm Yibiao, I'm going to trouble you tomorrow, a teacher is looking for trouble and find me, you help me clean him up, don't worry, I'll settle the next thing, then I'll ask the brothers Eat, okay, okay, thank you Brother Long."

The phone hung up, Yang Yibiao snorted with a smile, and went home contentedly with his hands in his pockets.

About twenty meters away from the intersection where Yang Yibiao was standing, Fangzheng leaned against the wall and took his last puff.

I thought to myself, what did Yang Yibiao just say about Brother Long? Who is this dragon?

Although I don't think it should be such a coincidence, but isn't it Xiaolong who is the security captain of the Jiang Group?

I used to be from the boxing club with him before. If this guy has such extra money after work, it is not incomprehensible.

He took out his mobile phone and looked through the address book, and found that there was no phone number for Xiaolong, and it seemed that he forgot to add it when we met during the day.

Don't worry, I'll know when we meet tomorrow. I'll go to Miss Jiang for dinner first. I guess she's off work for this point.

Fangzheng walked to the big intersection, called a taxi again, and called Jiang Xiyao from the car.

On the other end of the phone, she said she had just returned home, and said she was asking Fangzheng to find a place, but she drove directly there.

Fangzheng opened his WeChat wallet and looked at the only 800 yuan left in it.

He simply asked the driver, "Master, I'm going to invite a girl to dinner tonight. Do you think there is such a place that is cheap, delicious and decent?!"

The driver said neatly: "No, but does this girl like you? If I like you, I have a good place."

Fangzheng snorted and replied, "What's a good place?"

Driver: "Turn two corners ahead and there is a wetland park. There are roadside stalls next to it. You can take her there. It's delicious and cheap. The most important thing is that you can walk around the corner after eating. Do you want to go?"

Fang Zheng stared at the balance in the phone, and was very sure: "Go! That's it!"

Find the location that the driver said on the phone, and send the location to Jiang Xiyao.

Twenty minutes later, Fangzheng was standing at the gate of the wetland park, chewing gum, when he saw Jiang Xiyao driving a Porsche.

The woman parked the car on the side of the road. After getting off the car, she frowned and looked at the bustling roadside stall. It was almost overcrowded and bustling.

Jiang Xiyao wondered, "Are you planning to take me to eat at a roadside stall?"

Fang Zheng saw that Jiang Xiyao rarely wore high heels, but put on the pair of short boots that the two had bought for her when they first met. The short boots were matched with black silk.

Coupled with the white long sleeves and black coat, this outfit is not much lower than the black silk high heels, but it shows Jiang Xiyao's cold style even more.

It should be a matter of temperament and appearance.

Seeing Fang Zheng staring at her, Jiang Xiyao asked curiously, "What are you thinking about?"

Fang Zheng is serious: "I'm wondering why you look so good in any clothes."

Jiang Xiyao sighed: "Don't be poor, what do you want to eat? I knew you were treating guests tonight, so I came to you on an empty stomach."

Fangzheng turned his head to look at the rows of small vendors: "Didn't you say everything? Just eat this, there are many varieties and good taste!"

Jiang Xiyao pursed her lips and looked at the crowded crowd in the distance. Thinking about it, after graduation, she had hardly eaten such street vendors.

"Okay, listen to you, let's go!"

Jiang Xiyao and Fang Zheng walked side by side into the crowded snack street. Because there were so many people, the two of them stayed close to each other at the beginning and would not be left behind.

But after walking more than ten steps, he was separated a little by the flow of people, Fang Zheng had to hold Jiang Xiyao's hand.

"It's just that there are a lot of people in this place, don't get lost, just tell me what you want to eat!"

Jiang Xiyao felt the temperature of the big hand, and didn't say much. She followed Fang Zheng closely and pointed to the boneless chicken feet in the distance: "That!"

"it is good!"

The two slowly squeezed past the crowd, queuing for a few minutes, and Fang Zheng's hands didn't mean to let go at all.

Jiang Xiyao also let him pull like that. After buying chicken feet, Jiang Xiyao didn't have any airs. She was really hungry.

And every time she passes by this kind of place after get off work, she can always recall some memories of her school days, but at that time it was probably a girlfriend who held her hand.

Now that you are in the scene, facing the snacks that you have eaten, it is actually a little exciting.

"Fangzheng! I want a portion of that lamb leg!"

"Row."

"And stinky tofu, I want one!"

Fangzheng wondered, "You also eat stinky tofu?"

Jiang Xiyao glared at Fang Zheng, as if to say, I have come here with you, do you still care about me? .

He was helpless.

"Okay, what else? There's chicken wing rice over there, why don't you come and try it?"

"Well, buy one, is there anything to drink in this place, Fangzheng?"

Fangzheng took Jiang Xiyao's hand and tried to go to a place with fewer people. After all, there were too many people around and it was noisy.

"There's milk tea! And coffee, do you want iced or hot?"

"Coffee... milk tea, iced."