A Guide to Raising a Blackened Boss

Chapter 43

A few minutes later, Lou Zhuang changed into a beige hooded sweater and dark sweatpants, and took the keys: "Let's go."

Wen Yan groaned, and followed Lou Zhuang downstairs.

In the elevator, I met a family of three upstairs. They were smiling and talking, but when they saw Lou Zhuang coming in, they took advantage of their complexion to stop talking.

The woman glanced at Wen Yu who was beside Lou Zhuang, and pointed out: "The little girl now, you really don't love yourself, and you will bring a man home at night."

Lou Zhuang turned her eyes: "Did you eat your salt? You have to take care of who I bring back. Are you my mother or me?"

A woman in her thirties choked up a mouthful of blood, knowing that she couldn't beat Lou Zhuang, so she decided to seek foreign help: "Husband, look at her, she is fierce!"

The man didn't want to participate in the war between the women, and waved his hand impatiently.

"Okay, okay, the noise is so annoying, why don't my son and I make room for you, and the two of you fight?"

Women are afraid of men, upon hearing this she glared at Lou Zhuang reluctantly, and shut her mouth embarrassingly.

The elevator door opened, and Lou Zhuang and Wen Zhen walked out, one after the other.

A woman complained from behind: "Husband, why didn't you speak for me just now?"

Lou Zhuang: "." His throat was caught by something?
The corner of Wen Yan's mouth twitched, and after turning the corner, he asked, "Is that the guy who poked your motorcycle tire last time?"

Lou Zhuang groaned, closed her eyes casually, stepped on her own shadow, and had a great time.

When the lights came on, the street lights in the community were working tirelessly, emitting a dim yellow light.

The light and shadow fell on Lou Zhuang's hair and shoulders, like starlight, jumping little by little.

Wen Zhen was fascinated by watching it for a moment, his heart was beating like a drum, and the sound echoed in his ears.

Seeing that his eyes were not focused, Lou Zhuang raised her hand and waved in front of his eyes: "Wen Zhen?"

Wen Qin suddenly came back to his senses, and coughed lightly uncomfortably: "Just now I remembered something, and I was fascinated."

Lou Zhuang pointed to the sauerkraut fish restaurant at the gate of the community: "This is the one, it tastes good."

Wen Ting paused slightly, smiled and said, "Okay, I happen to have a taste too, and if it's good, I'll come back often in the future."

Half an hour later, Lou Zhuang looked at Wen Qi, who had red and swollen lips, watery eyes, and red tails, holding his chopsticks and fell silent.

She suddenly remembered that the last time she ate Haidilao, Wen Zhen ate a lot of tomato pot bottoms, and the spicy pot was basically covered by Louzhuang.

Presumably, Wen Zhen can't eat spicy food.

Lou Zhuang coughed lightly, opened a bottle of fat house water for him, and handed him two tissues: "Wipe."

Wen Yu: "."

At this moment, Wen Zhen wished he could find a crack in the ground, or directly under the table, so as not to let Lou Zhuang see his embarrassment again.

After drinking half a bottle of Fat House Water, Wen Qin moved too fast and coughed, his eyes were even more watery, and the red at the end of his eyes spread like two smears of rouge.

Building makeup: "."

Lou Zhuang looked away, eating fish in silence.

She herself likes spicy food. Considering that Wen Zhen is not necessarily used to heavy spicy food, she specially asked the proprietress to make it slightly spicy.

I didn't expect to eat people like this.

Scratching her hair, Lou Zhuang got up and poured a glass of water: "Drinking cold water is not good for the stomach, drink more hot water."

Wen Ting: "." What kind of straight female quotations is this? !

But he still took it and drank it slowly.

Add a bottle of fat house water and a cup of love hot water, and after a while, the burning feeling gradually subsides.

Louzhuang asked the proprietress to stir-fry two more dishes, emphasizing that they should not be spicy.

Meeting the look in the eyes of the proprietress, Wen Yu grabbed the tablecloth and tried to keep smiling.

　3.5 The Lucky Goose is the Little Fairy Looking for the White Deer

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　　Want to have a smell?

　　Tears are tearing up from the pickle fish, and I am about to live in the same room with my sweetheart.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)