Super Connoisseur

It's just that Feng Chao obviously doesn't understand Huang Bo's mind, and Huang Bo doesn't bother to explain. He knows that this is just his own idea and can't be imposed on others, but he doesn't want Feng Chao to happen because of this thing at that time.

To put it bluntly, they are now grasshoppers on a rope. If one is good, the other may not be good, but if one is bad, it must be bad luck.

So even if Feng Chao doesn't want to go back today, he doesn't mind if he goes back and guards alone. Anyway, Feng Chao usually takes care of him. He won't feel how much he has suffered and wronged if he does more.

The big deal is to stay up all night and have a black eye tomorrow. Anyway, I've done this business. I've already made these preparations.

"Here comes Gai rice. You can have a lot of rice. You two can eat it." the landlady put the packed Gai rice on the table and seemed very satisfied with their clean eating.

Feng Chao took out the money from his pocket and handed it to the landlady. The landlady took it over and stuffed another one back to Feng Chao. She said, "it won't take so much. Just come back next time." the landlady turned and stuffed the money into her pocket in front of her apron.

Feng Chao didn't refuse either. He took the money in. Before he left, he said, "write down the previous one next time. Don't let us take advantage of it and go." then he went out of the small restaurant with Huang Bo.

There were almost no pedestrians and cars outside. They hurried back to the car. They had just finished eating. They were still red and hot. Suddenly, they were blown by the cold wind. In an instant, the whole person seemed to have fallen into the ice cellar.

The immortal car couldn't start again, but Feng Chao didn't seem to be in such a hurry this time. After turning on the warm air, he hummed and waited for the engine to warm up again. It seemed that there was nothing important for him to worry about.

Huang Bo looked out of the window. The street lights on the side of the road were dim and yellow. Occasionally, there were cars speeding past, whistling past the road in front.

Feng Chao looked at the lunch box held in Huang Bo's hand and couldn't help laughing and said, "look at you. You really treat yourself as a Bodhisattva who saves suffering and takes care of food. Isn't it hard to find happiness for yourself? When he finishes eating, he wants to drink water and go to the bathroom. Just wait behind his ass."

Feng Chao took out a cigarette and lit it for himself. He didn't ask Huang Bo whether he wanted it or not. He seemed to disagree with Huang Bo's practice. According to his idea, it's best to let the boy sleep directly. Anyway, everyone should rest at night.

The boy has nothing to do inside. It's estimated that he will fall asleep soon. It took a lot of effort to wake him up before. If the boy falls asleep, there will be no shit. When he wakes up tomorrow, they will hand over the people, no shit, and work together.

But Huang Bo insisted on doing more, as if he cared more for the suffering people. However, the meal is in his hand. Feng Chao also knows that there is no point in saying anything at the moment. He can only go by him.

And in the unit, no one can come together with him except Huang Bo. Although he doesn't like some places of Huang Bo, fortunately, they get along well, and they want to bear it.

After returning to the unit, Huang Bo walked in front, and Feng Chao swayed slowly in the back. With a toothpick in his mouth, he walked in slowly.

When he got to the office, Huang Bo turned on the light and saw Zhang Feng still sitting in that position. He walked over with the rice, kicked the iron fence with his foot and said, "it's time to eat." then he handed the rice through the gap.

Zhang Feng raised his head and looked at the people outside. He stretched out his hand and handed in a plastic bag. Originally, Zhang Feng didn't feel hungry. He was really hungry when he smelled the smell of food.

He stood up and dragged his shackles to take the meal. It was still warm. He looked at Huang Bo and asked, "when can I go out? Can I call home? I'm afraid the family doesn't know where I'm going."

Huang Bo listened to his words and didn't answer. He turned and left. Feng Chao looked at Huang Bo with a funny expression. It seemed that he was saying, you see, I'm right. It's coming.

He went to Huang Bo, picked up the lesson plan on the table, walked over and knocked on the iron fence. He only heard a loud noise. Zhang Feng was startled by the sudden action. He looked at Feng Chao in a daze.

Feng Chao showed a ferocious expression and shouted at Zhang Feng, "if you want to eat, you can eat. Where's so much nonsense! Go back? I still want to go back! It's bad luck. I tell you, you'd better be honest. Don't find yourself unhappy after eating and sleeping."

With that, he patted the lesson plan on the table, went to the computer desk in the corner, leaned against the chair and never spoke to the computer again.

Zhang Feng took the lunch box and sat back in the dark corner. Although the light was turned on outside, it seemed that the light in his cubicle could never shine in. The light in the hall could only shine half a meter in front of the iron fence, and the rest was dark.

Zhang Feng opened the plastic bag with a lunch box and smelled a smell of meat. At the moment, he couldn't control so much. Holding the lunch box in one hand and picking up chopsticks in the other hand, he found that he couldn't eat with chopsticks because he was restrained by handcuffs.

The delicious food was close at hand, and Zhang Feng couldn't care so much. He directly grabbed the food and stuffed it into his mouth, so that he could barely eat.

After a voracious meal, Zhang Feng felt that the whole person was a little warmer. He ate a box full of covered rice and there was no rice left. After eating, he put the plastic bag in the corner and wiped the corners of his mouth with his clothes.

His clothes were full of blood. At the moment, Zhang Feng seemed to be used to the pain and pain all over his body. He sat on the table and looked at the two people outside. He didn't know what time it was. They seemed to stay up late here with him.

Zhang Feng originally wanted to sit down and sleep, but there was no way to sleep in this place. He went to the iron fence and the light hit his eyes. He felt very uncomfortable and returned to the dark. However, Zhang Feng found that the position near the iron fence seemed warmer.

There is heating in the hall, but I don't know why the heating can't blow into this cubicle. It's always so cold that people feel like a cold.

Zhang Feng whispered to the man who sent him the meal outside, "can I have some water to drink?" just after eating a box of lunch, he felt thirsty. It was obvious that the man in the corner would not be so kind to send himself water to drink. All Zhang Feng's hopes were on the person who delivered him the meal.

Huang Bo heard Zhang Feng's voice and looked at Zhang Feng. He was about to get up and get water, but Feng Chao stopped him. He stood up and said to Zhang Feng, "be honest, go back and stay. Don't let me say it again, otherwise there will be good fruit to eat."

Then he went back to his position. He wanted to put the chairs together to make do with sleep, but he didn't feel sleepy. He was watching a movie on the computer. The boy couldn't find happiness again.

"Well, I'm right. You just have nothing to do and add congestion to yourself." Feng Chao said to Huang Bo with an expression I had seen through for a long time. After that, he returned to his position and immersed himself in the world of movies in front of his computer.

Huang Bo looks up at Zhang Feng. Zhang Feng seems to have been standing there without moving. Maybe he is watching his side, but this taste is really uncomfortable.

But now Feng Chao is not happy. If he goes to send water to Zhang Feng, Zhang Feng may be beaten by Feng Chao again. Let's wait.

Huang Bo pretended not to see it and continued to dig mines against the computer. As time passed, Zhang Feng couldn't sleep in the cubicle. He couldn't understand. He felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it himself.

After about an hour, Huang Bo stood up from his position. Feng Chao had half narrowed his eyes and seemed to be asleep. He walked gently to the water dispenser, poured himself a glass of water and took a cup of paper cup to Zhang Feng.

He walked to the iron fence, gently put the paper cup on the ground from the gap, pointed to the water cup to Zhang Feng, Zhang Feng went to pick up the water cup and drank it up. Huang Bo whispered, "do you want more?"

Zhang Feng wiped his mouth and nodded. Huang Bo took his cup and poured a glass of water into it. Zhang Feng drank three glasses of water in succession before he stopped. He whispered to Huang Bo, "thank you. Can you tell me when I'm going to stay here?"

Zhang Feng feels that it's not the same thing that he is trapped here, but he doesn't know what to do now. What do these people want to do to him? Does he have to wait for the old lady to die or come back to life before he can have a result.

If the old lady dies, will he die with her? If the old lady survives, will he lose money and more money? Can't he lose money now? Zhang Feng felt that he was like a blind fly without a head. He didn't know where to go.

Huang Bo saw that Zhang Feng was still asking this question. He shook his head, took the water cup and walked back. Zhang Feng has adapted to the outside light at the moment. Because it is too cold inside, he sat down against the iron fence. He can still feel a trace of warmth in this position.

At the moment, Zhang Feng went through the things he could remember today like a cursory glance. His memory is only the fragments of being interrogated and beaten after waking up here. He can't remember anything before.

He didn't know where his business was, what his girlfriend's name was, where his parents were, or even the home phone number he had just asked for. He reached out and touched his pants pocket. Sure enough, there was no mobile phone.

If he had a cell phone, he would know who to call. Just a few names in his mind began to pop out from time to time. Zhang Feng wanted to remember clearly, but he felt that those memories were very distant and vague.

He wondered whether he had been fooled or suffered from amnesia. It was just when his memory would recover. Would he be interrogated by the court? What if the judge asked him a question and he couldn't answer anything.

While Zhang Feng was thinking, the sky outside was gradually brightening, and the night was finally about to pass.