The wonderful world of fast time travel

Zheng Ling woke up the next day, took the phone to turn off the alarm, and found that there was a text message reminding the account of 2000 yuan, which was forwarded by Xi Qing's father.

Zheng Ling sat on the bed, stared at the 2000 yuan figure for a while, then checked the time, and finally dialed a mobile phone number.

The call was quickly connected, Zheng Ling said slowly: "Dad, didn't I tell you a few days ago that I am not short of money, and it just so happens that I am paid, and the money is enough."

Xi Yong on the other end of the phone just finished eating: "I wanted to call you earlier, but the construction site is busy these days, so I don't have time to go to the bank."

Zheng Ling knew that he was changing the subject, so he could only say: "Then don't send me any more money from now on, and as I said, I will support you in the future."

Xi Yong nodded: "Okay." Hearing this sentence again, Xi Yong's mood was still hard to calm down, so he said to the phone: "Your mother wants to talk to you"

The phone was transferred to Xi's mother, and Xi's mother kept telling him to eat and drink well, and Zheng Ling patiently responded.

Finally, when the phone was about to hang up, Mother Xi said softly, "Son, Mom misses you."

Zheng Ling sniffed: "I miss you too."

After finishing the call, Xi Yong blamed his wife: "Didn't you distract him by saying this? Can't you bear it?"

Mother Xi said loudly, "I can't help it!"

After a long silence, Xi Yong asked, "What did your son say?"

Mother Xi smiled all over her face: "He said he missed us too"

Zheng Ling put down the phone, lay back on the bed, leaned on his arm, looked at a certain point on the ceiling, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

In the next few days, Zheng Ling's work enthusiasm was unprecedentedly high.

Gangzi leaned against the pillar and said to Huizi beside him: "To be honest, I have known Qingzi for so long, but I have never seen him so positive."

Huizi looked at Zheng Ling who was patrolling the crowd: "Maybe I'm happy with the 3000 yuan."

Gangzi said disdainfully, "It's not thirty thousand."

Huizi rolled her eyes: "To put it lightly, if you really got the money for nothing, you might not be as good as Qingzi."

"I told you it was impossible."

"Yes, with your mouth and IQ, the money is really hard to get"

Gangzi straightened up and tilted his head: "I found that you have been pissing me off lately!"

Huizi grinned: "It's not easy, but I found it."

Gangzi squinted at him: "You're looking for a fight."

Huizi rolled his eyes, and suddenly said: "There are really people looking for a beating."

Gangzi walked up to him: "What do you mean?"

Unexpectedly, Huizi pushed him away, stared at a booth and muttered: "It seems to be true." After finishing speaking, he ignored Gangzi, took out the walkie-talkie, and talked while walking.

Gangzi turned his head to see the situation over there, and hurriedly followed.

At this time, Zheng Ling had already walked there one step ahead of them.

Jin Fenghuang quickly grabbed him and said, "It won't be too late when Gangzi and the others come."

"Can't wait anymore" Seeing someone being pushed on the ground and getting kicked, Zheng Ling hurriedly broke free from the golden phoenix's wings, took a pillow from the seat from the side, and quickly moved to protect the person in front of him, with just the right time to relax Take a heavier kick.

Just at this moment, the beating friend was also trying to persuade him.

In the end, the man pointed angrily at the person who was still lying on the ground and said, "Don't let me see you again." After saying that, he led the people who came with him through the crowd and left.

Zheng Ling pulled the man up, and the man raised his head to thank Zheng Ling. Only then did Zheng Ling realize that the man in front of him was the young man who offended Young Master Fang a few days ago, and was also the chief culprit for getting him slapped. .Zheng Ling regretted it a little. If he knew it was him, he should wait for Gangzi and the others.

The young man also recognized Zheng Ling, and his expression was a little stiff. Thinking that the security guard saved him last time, he hadn't thought about thanking him yet. Thinking about it, he lowered his head a little ashamed.

Zheng Ling bent down to pick up the pillow, patted the dust on it, and said coldly: "I think we need to have a good chat with you."

It just so happened that Huizi and the others also came over.

The young man knew that he had caused them a lot of trouble, so he obediently followed Zheng Ling and the others to Manager Zhang's office, and took the initiative to tell the reason why he did so.

It turned out that this young man was dumped last month, so he wanted to find a rich man to act as his incumbent, so as to stimulate his ex-boyfriend, and it is best to let his ex-boyfriend know his way back.

So I found Young Master Fang last time, but the result was not what he wanted. This time he specially lowered the requirements, but he was still disappointed in the end. He didn't consider whether the person was single, and it was a coincidence. The man's partner had just gone to the bathroom at that moment.

Hearing this, several people in the office were speechless for a long time, and even Zheng Ling wanted to find a cigarette to smoke.What is it all about!

Manager Zhang said: "You have already disturbed our guests by doing this. I hope you can stop here, otherwise you can only be banned from coming here again in the future."

The young man opened his mouth to say more, but was interrupted by Manager Zhang: "It's just light."

Maybe it was because the two experiences were not very good. In the end, after careful consideration, the young man had no choice but to agree.

Zheng Ling sent the young man out the door. When the young man turned around, he suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly turned around and asked Zheng Ling who hadn't gone far: "Can you help me?"

Zheng Ling turned around and looked at him puzzled.

The young man stepped forward and said with a smile, "Can you pretend to be my boyfriend?"

Zheng Ling said, "But I'm not rich."

The young man stared into Zheng Ling's eyes: "Ordinary people can also pretend to be rich. I think your appearance and figure are very good, and I know you are a good person. You will definitely help me."

Zheng Ling smiled and said, "I'm sorry." Then he turned around and wanted to leave.

The young man hurriedly grabbed Zheng Ling's hand, not letting him go: "Please, I really can't think of any other way."

Zheng Ling sighed and said, "Why are you doing this? That person dumped you, which means he doesn't love you anymore."

"I know" but Xiaonian still insisted: "He loved me before, and he will definitely fall in love with me again in the future."

Zheng Ling didn't know what to say: "You can find someone else."

"So I'm here to find you?" The young man still held him tightly, "And he knows all my friends, so I can't find them."

Zheng Ling didn't want to drag him any more, so he said in a deep voice, "Let go."

Unexpectedly, the young man's eyes lit up, and he grabbed his hand even tighter: "Yes, that's the way it should be. Then you will treat him with the same arrogance you have towards me."

Zheng Ling didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore.

The young man was still saying, "Is it okay? Is it okay?"

Zheng Ling was annoyed: "Let go."

The young man didn't take it seriously, but pestered him and said, "Just promise me."

Zheng Ling spoke in a more serious tone: "I said let go, or don't blame me for being rude."

"You can hit him if you want, anyway, I want you to pretend to be my boyfriend." Just as he was talking, the young man leaned over his face and hit him.

Zheng Ling's fists were clenched tightly, and he really wanted to punch this face, but he held back.

The young man struck while the iron was hot: "If you don't hit me, I'll take it as your consent?"

Zheng Ling held his forehead and felt a headache.

Five minutes later, after exchanging mobile phone numbers and names, the young man got into a taxi, rolled down the window, and waved goodbye to Zheng Ling contentedly: "Don't forget to meet here at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

Zheng Ling twitched the corners of his mouth and forced a smile. The exhaust from the car was not as dark as his face at the moment.

Jin Fenghuang was still at the side and said: "Just now you listened to my persuasion, and there are not so many things to do."

Zheng Ling lowered his eyes and smiled coldly at Jin Fenghuang.

After get off work, Zheng Ling still couldn't figure it out: "What is this young man thinking?"

Jin Fenghuang said: "He is older than you, and you still call him young, so what are you, a naive child?"

Zheng Ling glanced at it: "The immature child said that he doesn't want to talk to you."

Golden Phoenix let out a "tss".