Seven Hundred and Fortieth, I Have Something to Do

"You, what's your attitude?" Chen Chaogong's subordinates slapped the table violently. <щww.suimeng.lā

The people around the noodle stall stopped their work one after another, stood up, and squeezed the bones of their hands. It seemed that they were ready to rush over and tear Chen Chaogong at any time.

That Chen Chaogong had a sullen expression on his face, he stood up and went to look for the fat man, in this hellish place, he's even showing his face now?

He was watched all the way to the door of Fatty's house. Fatty's house was no different from other people's homes. Because he was greedy for life and afraid of death, Fatty purposely built his own house next to An Ran's house.

In this Hundred Flowers City, An Ran's house is also very recognizable, the scale is about the same as other houses, but the flowers and plants grow more lush than any other house.

When Chen Chaogong passed by An Ran's house, he took a special look inside. A small yard was surrounded by a low fence. There was a platform in the yard. An Ran was rolling up his sleeves, putting the child into a cart to feed, that In Baihua City, Zhan Lian, who looks like a god of war, sits on the platform and uses a plastic bathtub to wash children's diapers.

While washing, he was still thinking, "Zhan Anxin, Zhan Anxin, if you can't learn to pee yourself, you won't have any pants to wear. You are a beauty. Are beautiful women ugly with bare buttocks?"

"Ugly~~~" Doll answered ignorantly, picking up Zhan Lian's last word, laughing unhappily.

It's a very ordinary picture, but Chen Chaogong's eyes can't help but turn red. The more trivial things in ordinary life, the more Chen Chaogong thinks of his little grandson. It's true that he is a politician. Come on, it's time for him to take care of his grandson at home and live a retired life.

It was such a picture that made Chen Chaogong want to say a few words to An Ran, but quickly slipped away. He didn't stop, and went directly to the fat man's house. Before he could knock on the door, the fat man opened the door. The colorful scars on his face were shocking.

The fat man's face was a bit haggard, his hair was disheveled and he looked at Chen Chaogong with a dazed look in his eyes.

Chen Chaogong's subordinates just lowered their heads and smiled, they couldn't imagine that the so-called leaders in Baihua City could come out to receive guests with such a dignified appearance.

The fat man didn't care about his image, he brushed his messy hair with five fingers, yawned, put on his clothes, and asked in a dull tone:

"Oh, Mr. Chen, come to see me for something?"

As he said, Wu Simiao, who was also disheveled, came out from behind him. Wu Simiao also had red, willow and green scars on his face, especially on the back of his hands. His eyes were also blank. Standing behind the fat man, everyone looked blank.

"You two???"

Chen Chaogong frowned, staring at Fatty and Wu Simiao with doubts on their faces, but the subordinates behind him seemed to have suddenly opened their minds, and each of them had very ambiguous expressions.

The fat man thought for a while, looked at the expressions on everyone's faces, jumped up belatedly, and shouted:

"What? What happened to the two of us??? We had a fight last night and then drank some wine. What are your expressions? Are you here to find fault???"

The world is getting worse, Chen Chaogong and his subordinates are thinking too dirty.

The fat man was very angry. As a stalwart man with absolutely normal sexual orientation, he couldn't accept such an insult.