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Chapter 68 Cracks Appear in Small Groups

Lu Zhen's swaying echo also greeted He Qi's deep gratitude.So much so that Lu Zhenzhong felt ashamed.

Fortunately, there was no second person inside the fire escape stairs.

After finishing the call, just as Lu Zhenzhong turned around, the second person magically appeared.

From the half-opened glass of the window, Lu Zhenzhong saw the door on the small balcony opposite, and a figure flashed out of the door.He turned around and was surprised to find that it was Bingbulin.

Two people, separated by half a step.

From Lu Zhenzhong's perspective, Bingbulin's figure has an elongated visual effect.When he lowered his gaze a little, he could see the legs protruding from the skirt of the knee-length skirt.In order to avoid obscene angles, he picked up the steps.

In the short time he climbed up the stairs, Lu Zhenzhong came to the conclusion that the whole process of his submissive agreement with He Qi might have fallen into Bingbulin's ears.He grinned and explained: "Jin Yaming's wife. She told me she wanted a divorce. I really don't know how to persuade her."

After explaining, I feel that it is better not to explain.In desperation, she had no choice but to continue to speak: "She doesn't know Jin Yaming's other colleagues, and her colleagues don't know that Jin Yaming gambles. She came to me and went to the doctor in a hurry."

Bingbulin looked at him with a smile or not, which made him feel hairy.So he opened his mouth again: "I feel sorry for her in my heart, and I intend to persuade her to divorce. Because of Jin Yaming, it's not appropriate to say it, so I can only cover it up and say it hesitantly."

Bingbulin's pale face gradually returned to normal, and she breathed a sigh of relief: "Every time I walk back from the suspended stairs, I have to slow down for a few minutes to digest the fear of heights."

Lu Zhenzhong was surprised: "Then you still go?"

"Sometimes my mind is too chaotic and I need a little fear to keep my mind focused."

Looking at that perfect face, Lu Zhenzhong seemed to see a tired and strong soul.Sang Baiyue's letter he read last night flashed through his mind: between you and me, there is really a "two-way".Our two-way appreciation, two-way support, two-way encouragement.

I didn't feel it when I first read it, but now I realize what a wonderful and romantic relationship it is!

A smile appeared on his lips.The drinking den is looming.

Bingbulin smiled as he watched with a smile.

The two chatted for a while, He Qi and Jin Yaming.Xu is both women, but Bingbulin has a clear attitude on this matter. She advises Lu Zhenzhong not to make love with each other, because what gets involved is likely to be a woman's entire happy life.

"When you stop, you will suffer chaos; if you stop, there will be troubles. If it is not suitable, leave. Stop loss is also a kind of wisdom."

Lu Zhenzhong looked at the determination in Bingbulin's eyes, and nodded solemnly.

Reaching an agreement made both of them happy.Holding a little secret together makes both of them feel sweeter.

Bingbulin didn't forget how Lu Zhenzhong went to work this morning. Lu Zhenzhong smiled good-naturedly, half-truth and half-hypothesis that he lingered at the gate of the community for half an hour, and wanted to take Bingbulin's car, but he didn't meet him, so he went crazy all the way. Step on the little yellow car.

Bingbulin was amused and giggled, with a vivid sense of sight.Lu Zhenzhong was distracted for a moment, wanting to experience the feeling of holding such a person in his arms.

Someone pushed the fire isolation door with his back and entered the fire stairwell. It was Luo Hui.Luo Hui nodded to Lu Zhenzhong while making a phone call in dialect.Lu Zhenzhong held the door of the room, sent Bingbulin out of the fire door, and then left with a smile and calmly.

Luo Hui's dialect was broken in his mouth.

I felt intuitively that something different had happened.

On Wednesday, as soon as the married single men sat down at the dinner table, Luo Hui kept winking at Lao Zhang like a twitch.Lao Zhang cleared his throat again and again, but he was still embarrassed and couldn't ask questions.

Still powerful.

Vigorously put the sour plum soup from Su Mianfang on the table, and blurted out: "When did you get on good terms with that girl?"

Lu Zhenzhong looked towards Dali.

Dali hastened to cover it up, so as to deny that he was actually only interested in the plot.Dali was filled with righteous indignation: "It's too disrespectful! Such a strong buddy, you can't breathe at all. Do you still have us in your heart?"

Lu Zhenzhong looked towards Lao Zhang.

A mysterious smile appeared on Lao Zhang's face: "I'm not Dali, I'm not going to judge you morally. I envy you. If I were ten years younger..."

Lu Zhenzhong was stunned: What kind of friends did he make, not even a single person of justice!

No, there is also Luo Hui.

Lu Zhenzhong looked at Luo Hui who was sitting beside him.Luo Hui's face flushed red.

Lu Zhenzhong mistakenly thought that the big boy was imagining based on the scandal, and his face was thin, so he blushed.In fact, Luo Hui has a guilty conscience.It was he who secretly told Dali and Lao Zhang that he saw Lu Zhenzhong and Bingbulin having a private meeting in the stairwell.

His original intention was to prevent Lu Zhenzhong from going astray.

But Dali and Lao Zhang's performances, one was curious about the truth, the other expressed envy, and neither of them spoke out to dissuade them.It was completely contrary to his original intention.

Lu Zhenzhong shook his head, and without answering anyone's words, he ate the whole bowl of ramen with a snort.After putting down the chopsticks, he said, "Today's noodle soup is just right in saltiness and has a strong aroma. It should be freshly brewed bone broth."

After speaking, wipe your mouth and keep silent.

After the dinner that day, Lu Zhenzhong, Dali, Lao Zhang and Luo Hui were all a little discouraged.Cracks appear in the clique, mixed with impurities related to trust, understanding, jealousy.

This passage from Su Mian Fang is still crowded with people like the previous two months, but the green trees on both sides of the road have already drawn out their luxuriant branches and leaves.The green shade swayed, blocking the increasingly hot sun on the leaves.

Lu Zhenzhong is no longer in the mood to talk about the hand-rolled noodles in his hometown.

He was not in the mood to talk about the information he had just obtained—Boss Tang said that the name for promotion had already been drawn up, and it was placed in the first drawer on the left of his desk, and he would submit it to the Human Resources Department after he stamped it.

Boss Tang did not elaborate on his name.Since he was not congratulated, if nothing else, the name is not his.

Although losing to Bingbulin is not shameful, it is not something to be happy about.

Lu Zhenzhong was walking in a low mood when his cell phone rang.

The phone was already in his hand, and when he picked it up, it was his sister Lu Mei.For a moment, there was a sense of collapse as history repeated itself.But adults don't have the right to collapse. Lu Zhenzhong held his breath and picked up the phone.

Xiaoyu's voice came out crisply.

"Xiaoyu?"

"It's me, uncle. I secretly called you on my mother's cell phone."

Lu Zhenzhong relaxed.Xiaoyu's flawless and innocent smiling face and dark shiny eyes appeared in his mind.Once in Yilin, he was so excited that he stretched out his hand to stroke her hair, and Xiaoyu ghostly said that a flowery girl like her is no longer suitable to be a child's pet. "Touch the head to kill" is reserved for the sweetheart.Almost made him laugh out loud.

(End of this chapter)