I'm really not a scumbag

Just relying on the posture of Aunt Li seeing that she turned around and ran, Lin Fang felt that this wool was a bit difficult to squeeze.

Lin Fang guessed that next time, he would only go to the teahouse where Aunt Li, Aunt Liu and the others often gather.

It’s not convenient to stay downstairs. Lin Fang was worried that his mother would go crazy when she went downstairs. When passing by Huaxin Park, he thought the surrounding environment was good and parking was convenient, so he simply found a restaurant nearby and sat down.

Lin Fang ordered a small private room, ordered tea and snacks, first had something to eat to cushion his belly, and then leaned back on the bamboo chair, drinking tea and looking at his phone.

The "Manual for the Cultivation of Male Gods" is not written by one person or two people. Strictly speaking, it is the crystallization of the collective wisdom of the wingmen and the masses of Sea Kings. Many group friends.

The book contains not only theoretical knowledge, but also real cases provided by group friends.

It can be said to be teaching you to become a scum... to become a male god!

Lin Fang drank Biluochun and looked at the phone, unconsciously it was approaching noon.

If it weren't for a phone call, Lin Fang might always see that he was hungry, before thinking of eating.

"Hello, who?"

After the call was connected, except for a small but slightly rapid breathing, the other side did not speak.

"If I don't talk anymore, I'll hang up!"

Lin Fang was fascinated by the book, and was interrupted in his excitement, with a hint of discomfort in his tone inevitably.

The other side seemed to be trying his best to restrain his emotions, and the slight sound of fingers rubbing his skin came from the earpiece. After a sound that seemed to be a whisper and a whimper, it stopped abruptly.

It sounded like he covered half of his mouth at first, and then simply covered it all, the voice became so strange.

Faced with such a prank, Lin Fang hung up the phone decisively.

Lin Fang was interrupted by this call. He felt that his body was a little uncomfortable because of sitting and looking at the phone for too long. He just got up and moved around, came to the window, stared at the green plants in Huaxin Park across the street, and looked at For a while.

When he regained his gaze, he noticed the words Lin Shuanglu on the road sign and gave a startled sound. He vaguely remembered talking with He Naibin, and then he took out his cell phone and looked at it before remembering that Luo Zhanglang lives nearby.

Lin Fang simply called Luo Zhanglang, but strangely, no one answered the call.

He thought for a while and sent a message to Luo Zhanglang on WeChat: "Zhang Lang, I am drinking tea in the red mud tea house opposite Huaxin Park. I am bored by myself. Would you like to come over?"

Luo Zhanglang responded with a message in seconds: "Brother Fang, I didn't receive a call just now because of something. I was about to call you back, so I saw your message. Wait for me, I will come right away. But...I might I want to bring Wenwen with me..."

"Okay, come together."

Lin Fangtai didn't feel anything wrong, so he agreed.

In the past, Lin Fang and He Naibin thought that Luo Zhanglang and Jiang Wenwen had been together soon, and they might be separated in a few days.

Unexpectedly, several weeks have passed since the summer vacation, and the two were still together, Luo Zhanglang simply moved into Jiang Wenwen's rental house.

I don't know whether this is a long-term love.

After Lin Fang waited less than ten minutes, Luo Zhanglang led Jiang Wenwen into the private room.

After only a few weeks, Lin Fang found that Luo Zhanglang was thinner, with more stubble around his mouth, dark circles under his eyes, and a slightly sad expression between his eyebrows, but he looked quite energetic. When he was still in school, he was a little more capable.

Jiang Wenwen has become fatter, her face is visibly rounder, her skin is smooth and her face is shiny, she smiles before saying a word.

"Brother Fang, you invite our family Zhang Lang to drink tea, and I will come over to eat and drink, I'm really embarrassed..."

"You are Zhang Lang's girlfriend, that's my... brother and sister, what's the embarrassment?"

Seeing Jiang Wenwen again, Lin Fangxin felt a little surprised. After not seeing him for a while, he found that the changes in this girl were quite obvious.

Although a person is a little fatter, his clothes are a bit less gaudy and more simple.

Lin Fang still remembered that when she saw Jiang Wenwen for the first time, she was still wearing the famous brand A, but now she has changed to a very ordinary street outfit.

Her original uncoordinated style of painting suddenly became harmonious.

Lin Fang glanced at Jiang Wenwen for a while, then looked at Luo Zhanglang, and said, "Order what you drink yourself, you are welcome, I want Longjing. Let's sit for a while, and I will invite you to dinner next door. Next to Ge Lao Ming hot pot and Zhai Daen hot pot are quite good, you will choose one in a while."

There was a pager on the table, and the waiter quickly came in after pressing a button.

"I want a cup of Su Maofeng."

"Then give me a cup of chrysanthemum tea!"

Su Maofeng and chrysanthemum tea are basically the lowest consumption in teahouses. Generally, open-air teahouses or small teahouses cost five yuan a cup. A better teahouse like Hongmu teahouse is more expensive, only ten yuan a cup.

Even better teahouses can sell for fifteen yuan a cup, and basically the fifteen yuan has almost reached the top.

Lin Fang ordered thirty-five cups of Biluochun, deliberately saying it was Longjing, because the most expensive teahouse was Longjing, 61 cups.

In this case, no matter how Luo Zhanglang and his wife are lighting up, they can follow their own preferences, and will not be tied up.

Lin Fang didn't expect that the two of them just discussed it and ordered the cheapest tea.

Luo Zhanglang felt embarrassed, it was understandable to order cheap tea, and Jiang Wenwen followed by ordering cheap tea, which made Lin Fang feel a little curious.

When he first met Jiang Wenwen, she was not like this.

At that time, I didn't say anything about the situation, the attempt to climb the dragon and attach the phoenix was also very obvious.

Now, to Lin Fang, the girl seemed to let go of her impetuosity, and Luo Zhanglang was a little bit like a husband and wife.

Is it possible that the two of them can really become a pair?

With doubts in his mind, Lin Fang couldn't say anything, so he just started talking and asked, "Zhang Lang, how are you doing? Where are you doing your internship?"

"Jiangjin District Court, I plan to be a civil servant in Yangde after graduation."

"Yangde? Isn't your house Shanmei's? How to go..."

Shanmei and Yangde are about the same distance from Jincheng, but one is in the south and the other is in the north. From Shanmei to Deyang, they are far away.

Lin Fang felt weird, and asked, just when Luo Zhanglang looked at Jiang Wenwen's gentle eyes, his heart was stunned.

"It turned out to be for younger siblings..."

He was about to make a joke, and the phone entered the call again. After answering the call, the other party only breathed and did not speak.

Lin Fang covered the microphone and said, "I'll go out to answer the phone, so you can sit down for a while."

"Hey……"

As soon as he left the house, Lin Fang felt annoyed and wanted to get angry, coldly, the other party's familiar but resentful voice came from the receiver.

"Lin Fang, you're done, why don't you contact me..."