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Fu Chenyun.
The man who had given Lu Xing a business card at the coffee shop, brought him into the business, and taught him the basics.
He could be considered Lu Xing's... master, right?
But he usually just called him Uncle Fu.
Lu Xing didn't know if Fu Chenyun was a fake name.
Because he had seen Uncle Fu with several business cards with different names in one pocket.
Whether it was a real name or not, Lu Xing was too lazy to think about it. It was a waste of brain cells.
These days, if you're not thinking about how to please your clients but how to please your colleagues, aren't you a congenital slave?
And three months after Lu Xing entered the business, Fu Chenyun had directly retired to enjoy his life.
At most, the two of them would sometimes communicate on WeChat. Other times, Lu Xing would see Uncle Fu's Moments photos.
This person might be in the Maldives today, and in Croatia tomorrow.
Uncle Fu was quite an interesting person. He should be about 37 now.
Whenever he went out, he would be in a flamboyant suit, like a scholar, and was extremely popular with middle-aged rich ladies.
But Lu Xing was not jealous at all, because this was what Uncle Fu deserved.
Compared to Lu Xing, who only provided emotional value to coax people, Uncle Fu was not picky about meat or vegetables, nor about men or women.
According to Uncle Fu's words...
It's all the same with the lights off.
Lu Xing only realized the sheer level of Uncle Fu’s craft when he personally saw him enter a magnificent five-star hotel with a rich lady who was 150 cm tall and weighed 150 kg.
That day, Uncle Fu had earned five hundred thousand.
【Uncle Fu】: You're back in the capital?
【Lu Xing】: so?
【Uncle Fu】: I'm just asking. I saw your Douyin account's IP changed.
【Lu Xing】: so?
【Uncle Fu】: You're a broken record!
【Lu Xing】: so?
【Uncle Fu】: Fine, fine. I'm also in the capital now. When can you come out for a meal with me? Visit an old, lonely man, okay?
【Uncle Fu】: My treat.
【Lu Xing】: I'm flying to Haicheng on Sunday night. Let's meet at the airport. I'll go there early. I'll give you the location the day after tomorrow morning.
【Uncle Fu】: Are you with a client?
【Lu Xing】: so?
Great.
It's back to that again!
So he's too lazy to even make small talk.
Seeing no reply from Uncle Fu for a long time, Lu Xing let out a laugh.
Before going to sleep, he checked his phone messages as usual and showed some concern for CEO Wen's side.
Now that Liu Qingqing had someone she wanted to pursue, she would only occasionally tell him about her progress.
Lu Xing felt that the money he was earning from Liu Qingqing was so easy!
Most importantly.
Liu Qingqing's progress seemed to be not bad. It seemed his matchmaker's red envelope was coming soon!
Finally, the senior sister's side sent a photo with a caption.
【The first day a certain someone is gone, miss you.jpg】
In the photo, the senior sister was holding Xiaobai, looking at the camera with a wronged expression. A white straight line flashed, dazzling Lu Xing.
F*ck!
Coach! Someone is fouling!
Lu Xing swayed for a moment, his hand lingering in the air.
If the senior sister were his client, he would have a hundred ways to reply, and without any psychological burden.
But now, he suddenly didn't know what to send.
Lu Xing let out a long sigh.
He didn't need a passionate and heart-wrenching love.
Of course, this wasn't to belittle love.
It's just that he was really, really tired. He had no energy to go through that kind of crying and screaming drama anymore.
If he had to be in a relationship...
He hoped it would be a comfortable and long-lasting one with someone he didn't dislike.
Lu Xing let out a laugh.
He had made a detailed plan before the holiday to overtake others, but during the holiday, he couldn't even finish his homework.
Life is like this. Plans can never keep up with changes.
Let alone a year, a person may not even be able to control their life a month later.
So, Lu Xing suddenly felt that these love standards of his were too vague and would change at any time.
Whatever.
Forget it.
Since it has come to this, just go to sleep early!
...
The next morning.
Lu Xing had just woken up and was about to get out of bed to cook, but his slight movement was enough to wake Professor Song.
A few strands of Professor Song's slightly curly hair were messily tucked into her pajama collar. Her peach blossom eyes were half-squinted, stunningly beautiful, as if she were half-awake.
Lu Xing inconspicuously averted his gaze and asked softly.
"What do you want to eat for breakfast?"
"Don't go."
Professor Song flopped back down, her brow slightly furrowed. Her slender wrist gripped Lu Xing's arm. She closed her eyes and muttered.
"Someone will come to deliver breakfast in a bit. In the morning, you study. I've organized some materials for you here. In the afternoon, someone will come to measure your size and make clothes. In the evening, I'll take you out to eat and watch a movie..."
Great!
Lu Xing chuckled.
She had arranged everything for him.
As expected, urging students to study is a uniform action of all teachers.
The morning passed in a quiet, comfortable rhythm.
He was studying, and Professor Song had moved a laptop and was sitting opposite him. The two of them did not interfere with each other and did their own things.
But thankfully.
My lady witch, finally not brewing poison!
Professor Song seemed to have realized that she had no talent for cooking, so lunch was delivered.
As Lu Xing was eating, his occupational disease flared up. He praised.
"Professor Song's cooking is almost as good as a professional's."
Song Junzhu glanced at him and said deliberately.
"Then you'll eat my cooking tonight."
Lu Xing fell silent, became honest, and cherished his life.
"I was talking about the plating."
Song Junzhu: ...
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