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King Jin thought for a while, put a bag of cat food back on the shelf, and only carried one bag.

"If you can, it's better to make some cat food yourself than cat food." The young man in a red cartoon apron said with a smile while tallying the goods.

King Jin also nodded: "Yes, the cat at home is still young."

The young man piled up the canned cat food: "Do you want anything else?"

King Jin weighed the bag of cat food: "Well, I need cat litter."

Potatoes and sesame paste are both smart—or in other words, with Dahua’s training, King Jin has hardly worried about his hygiene problems, as long as he cleans the cat litter regularly.

King Jin carried five bags of cat litter to check out.

Youth: "...Well, this is a 15kg model, do you want five bags?"

King Jin thought for a while: "It's troublesome to come out once...how about ten bags?"

The young man couldn't help looking at King Jin's arm: "Ah, came by car?"

King Jin: "? No, the bus."

"Let's take five bags..." The young man looked away: "The cat litter is quite heavy. If you don't need it urgently, you can sign a form first, and I will send it to you after closing the door in the evening?"

Only then did King Jin understand what the little store manager meant: "No need, no need, and it's not heavy."

The automatic door of the pet supermarket opened, and the young man raised his head while paying the money to King Jin: "Welcome!"

King Jin also raised his head: "Huh?"

Lin Fang was a little surprised: "Xiao Jin?"

King Jin was a little puzzled.

Although Lin Ling is a fish, like Dahua, he thinks that he is no different from human beings. Why does Lin Fang go to the pet supermarket?Do you really want to buy fish food for Lin Ling?

"Fish tank." Lin Fang said.

King Jin: "?"

"Yesterday he seemed to have finally found a place where he could make a phone call. The first thing he said was that he was going to die of dirt, dryness, starvation," Lin Fang said.

"The conditions there don't seem to be very good." Lin Fang smiled wryly: "He thinks the price of making money like this is too high, so he asks to compensate him when he comes back."

And the compensation is... the fishbowl.

"Ms. Lin?" The store manager obviously knew Lin Fang: "Looking at the fish tank again?"

King Jin: "..."

"Do you know each other?" The store manager smiled and said, "The little fish in Mr. Lin's house are very special. Most fish don't like to change environments frequently."

"It's so special that it can occasionally be nerve-wracking." Lin Fang said gently. "I want a square fish tank when watching TV, and a round fish tank when I take a nap. Recently, I think the depth of the fish tank is not enough, and it will be very hot when exposed to the sun."

"That's really a bit nerve-wracking." The shop manager also said.

Lin Fang carefully selected for a long time, and the small store manager also gave a lot of suggestions carefully. Finally, Lin Fang chose a large fish tank that could only be carried away.

"Are there any little yellow ducks?" Lin Fang asked again, "The ones that can float."

The shop manager scratched his head: "Is that a child's bath toy?"

"Ah, then I'll go to the supermarket." Lin Fang said.

"Without ducklings, can chickens work?" The shop manager pulled out a bright rubber chicken from the toy section.

Lin Fang paid the bill with satisfaction, and walked out of the supermarket with King Jin.

"Good... enthusiastic store manager." King Jin held five bags of cat litter in one hand.

"Well, he is a kind child." Lin Fang said with a smile, the yellow chicken was placed in the big fish tank, very conspicuous.

It is very inconvenient to take the bus with so many things—especially the one in Lin Fang’s arms is still fragile. The two spent almost all their energy to protect the fish tank from being hurt by the crowds, and they were almost pushed by the people behind them. On the bus.

The bus moved.

Lin Fang turned around with difficulty, holding the fish tank and gasping for breath: "It's strange, the 80th road is not usually so crowded——"

King Jin swiped his card: "Yes..."

"Because this is not the No. 80 bus~" The middle-aged driver shifted gears gracefully, "This is the No. 60 bus, and the No. 80 is at the back."

King Jin: "..."

Lin Fang: "..."

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Liang Haofei took a puff of smoke: "What do you mean?"

Lance sat behind his desk and casually flipped through the reports on the table: "More money, less work, closer to home, I thought you would be so moved that you would agree with me."

Liang Haofei laughed angrily: "A promise with your body?"

"Manager Hao said that you plan to resign." Lance said, "The job of turning upside down day and night is not suitable for a father with children who are in school."

Liang Haofei said, "So?"

"So you've been promoted." Lance said, "Go to work four days a week, and the work content is what you are best at. Your current colleagues will call you a coach in the future."

Liang Haofei stared at him.

"I won't do it." Liang Haofei said.

Lance looked up at him.

"You came from the Sword of South China, as long as you are willing to obey the arrangement, escort, local guard... anything is more cost-effective than being a security guard here." Lance said: "You can take the initiative to apply for self-employment for your son, but now you have to give up this Chance?"

"Whatever you say, I won't do it." Liang Haofei put out the cigarette butt casually.

"Then you should resign, and then go and see what job you can find. Before that, Tang Le will stay at home, anyway, there is Xiao Jin." Lance said coldly.

Liang Haofei stood up abruptly.

Lance went around the desk, half leaned against the table and faced him: "Reason?"

Liang Haofei stared at the stack of papers in Lance's hand, as if flowers suddenly bloomed on it.

Of course there was a reason, but Liang Haofei couldn't say it.

"If you don't say it, then I'll assume it's okay, you—"

"Stop." Liang Haofei stopped him: "Stop assuming, your assumptions are generally not pleasant."

Lance was quiet for a while, then suddenly reached out to untie Liang Haofei's coat.

"Hey, are you playing hooligan?" Liang Haofei said.

Lance unbuttoned Liang Haofei's regular buttons, revealing the black vest inside.

Liang Haofei has a very good figure, and the security uniform that is almost the same as the old man watching the car outside looks extremely powerful on him. If he wears a military badge and high-top military boots, he can go directly to a field movie.

"The vest fits you very well." Lance tilted his head, making no secret of his admiration for the chest in the vest.

"Okay, I'm sure you're playing hooligan." Liang Haofei said, "But no matter how much you praise me, I will resign."

Lance suddenly reached out and grabbed Liang Haofei's shoulder. Liang Haofei reflexively turned his body, but stopped immediately.

Lance sucked Liang Haofei's lips with an eagerness that didn't match his image. Liang Haofei's scalp tingled instantly, and his nose was filled with that irritating aroma. The dominance of the space, even a few times, they almost bit each other——

Liang Haofei's hand suddenly reached down.

Lance opened his eyes and licked the corner of his mouth.

Liang Haofei grabbed Lance's left hand: "I know foreigners are more open, but this is Manager Hao's office. God knows if that fat man has any bad habits."

Like a camera or something.

Lance glanced at Liang Haofei's hand, and tried to push forward again.

"Enough." Liang Haofei took a rare breath: "I don't like this."

Lance straightened up: "Didn't you tell Tang Le to be honest?"

"Don't touch it!" Liang Haofei squeezed Lance's hand that was about to rub against his crotch: "That's not what I said."

Lance withdrew his hand.

"This look is wrong." Liang Haofei sat back on the sofa-basically every time Lance teased him, he would be caught, and he was too lazy to hide it: "This look-you are almost like my boss."

"In a way, there's nothing wrong with that interpretation," Lance said. "Manager Hao will listen to me."

"So I want to resign!" Liang Haofei raked his hair anxiously: "I am a man, but in this situation, it feels like—"

"The little secretary who was forced by an unscrupulous boss? The little maid who was molested by outsiders?" Lance said.

Liang Haofei: "... Do foreigners like to watch goofy dramas? No, no, actually—"

Lance said, "That's what you think."

Liang Haofei stared at him vigilantly: "If you dare to laugh—"

"I don't laugh." Lance put away his expression. "It was my expression that was wrong."

"You think I arranged this job just for you?" Lance said. "I'm not the boss, but Tao Chuan is the boss—it's been planned for a long time to arrange regular training for the security personnel of each store. You just happen to have a good resume, so I'll just disclose it to you in advance. Even if you don't get a place, you There will be no suspense in competing for posts. At that time, I will not be in charge of this."

Liang Haofei glared at him.

"Although Tao Chuan has been cleansing since Tao Chuan's father passed away," Lance said, "but some things from the previous generation are not so easy to get rid of. Recently, the Tao family has been a little restless in L City, so this The plan has been advanced, so as not to affect the business on the bright side."

Liang Haofei frowned.

If, as Lance said, teaching various grappling and fighting skills four days a week, it would indeed be an easy job.

Most importantly, Lance said, this was an outside job—it was different from his current job as a security guard, at least to a certain extent, and the relationship with the Tao family was further away.

And the treatment is not comparable to what it is now.

"What did you just say?" Liang Haofei asked.

"More money, less work, close to home." Lance said: "I can still get off work in time to pick up my little one, for example, it's 4 o'clock now."

Liang Haofei looked at Lance, and Lance also looked at him.

Liang Haofei bared his teeth and smiled: "Then let's go."