After coming out of the store, Xue Meng was speechless: "There are so many such nonsense reports, and we cannot ignore them. We can only go for a waste of time like this."

"Just serve the people." Jiang Qing said with a smile.

He was still holding the beads in his hand. After he held them for a long time, they were stained with slightly hot body temperature. The warm feeling of the surface of Microsoft instantly gave him a very familiar feeling. He just recalled it again and couldn't remember anything.

He raised the beads and looked at the light. The beads did not look like jade, nor did they look like ordinary stones. He said to himself, "What material is this bead?"

Xue Meng heard this and said, "It's so cheap, it's either a stone or an artificial glass? But it's pretty good-looking. Didn't the owner say it's a transport stone? Maybe it can really bring good luck to people."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Qing shook his head seriously: "It is a lie to change one's destiny. A person's luck is closely related to himself. It is better to memorize the core socialist values ​​every day when he expects external things to change his fortune. With more positive energy on his body, evil spirits dare not approach him, and his fortune will naturally go up."

Seeing Xue Meng with a look of you teasing me, he said, "And everything has gains and losses. If you gain something that does not belong to you, you will naturally have to exchange it with equivalents. The same is true for exchange for fortune. There will be no pie falling from the sky."

Xue Meng touched his chin and looked at him, but didn't know if he could hear it. He smiled and said, "Jiang Xiaoneng, you look like Uncle Zhou like this, and Uncle Zhou often tells us these great principles."

Seeing that Jiang Qing wanted to say something, he quickly hugged Jiang Qing's shoulder with a smile and walked towards the parking lot: "I understand everything you said. I just talk nonsense and I didn't expect money to fall from heaven-"

His words came to an abrupt end when he saw a stack of money on the ground.

"It's not so evil, right?"

Xue Meng subconsciously glanced at the beads on his wrist, then looked at the pink-haired grandfather lying on the ground, widened his eyes and turned to Jiang Qing and said, "Is there really a loss of money in the sky?"

Jiang Qing frowned and picked up the money on the ground. There were eight pieces in total, but the amount was not large, but the timing was a bit weird.

He looked at the beads on his wrist, but found no problem and became confused for a moment.

Xue Meng was surprised and immediately felt relieved: "A coincidence? There was a duty booth in the place where I came just now. Why not hand over the money first? Maybe the owner will come back to find him."

As the two of them said, they were about to return and hand over the money they picked up to the guard booth. Halfway through the way, they met an unexpected acquaintance.

"Ying Qiao?"

Jiang Qing looked at Ying Qiao who had just gotten out of the silver-gray luxury car and shouted in confusion.

Ying Qiao happened to come here with Chen Hua to investigate something, but unexpectedly he bumped into Jiang Lvang. His expression froze, and soon walked forward naturally: "Why are you here?"

Jiang Qing was still thinking about the luxury car in her mind and replied blankly: "The street office has received reports from the public. Let's come over to verify the situation."

Ying Qiao lowered his head and looked at the work sign hanging around his neck, and smiled slightly.

"What a coincidence, I'm here with the boss."

The string that was crazily knotted in Jiang Qing's head was straightened out: "So that car belongs to your boss..."

Ying Qiao nodded without changing his face: "Of course it's the boss, otherwise how could I afford it?"

Chen Hua, who just walked up to him: "..."

He looked at Jiang Qing, then at Ying Qiao, then at Jiang Qing... His eyes were circling back and forth between the two of them, and suddenly he seemed to understand something, and he dragged his voice and said, "Xiao Ying, is this your... friend?"

He also deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word "Friend".

Ying Qiao jumped with his eyebrows, turned to look at him with a smile, and warned with his eyes: "Yes, Mr. Chen."

In just four short words, it seems like it popped out of the gap between the teeth.

Chen Hua was fearless and looked at Jiang Lvang with interest. The other party hung a work sign from the street office and looked like an ordinary office worker in his dress... But Ying Qiao was above the top, but he had never seen him make such an ordinary friend.

He guessed that this young man who looked quite likable was probably the little monster of the lion tribe who had been close to Ying Qiao and mentioned it.

Regardless of Ying Qiao's warning, he looked at Jiang Lvang with a smile: "Xiao Ying is good everywhere, but she has a bad temper. It's hard for you to be friends with him."

"ah?"

Jiang Qing looked at Chen Hua blankly, not understanding why the leader suddenly started to say bad things about Ying Qiao. Shouldn’t the employees who can bring out be excellent?

However, he subconsciously defended Ying Qiao and said, "No, Ying Qiao has a good temper and is good to friends."

It's just that it's too expensive.

But he didn't say this.

Chen Hua's eyes flashed, and he wanted to force him a few more words. Suddenly, he felt a chill in his mind gate behind him. Ying Qiao approached him quietly, and the sound of a mosquito came into his ears: "Say one more word, and I'll peel you when I go back."

Chen Hua is a skin-painting monster. Ying Qiao said that skin-painting is really skin-painting.

He was not as strong as others, so he tickled in an uninteresting way and could only give up the gossip with regret: "There is something to do when you come out today. When you have time another day, Xiao Jiang, you can come to our company to play."

After saying that, he almost stuffed a business card for him, and then turned around and ran away.

"There is something to do today, I will make an appointment with you another day." Ying Qiao looked at him with his eyes down.

Jiang Qing nodded and responded.

After the person left, Xue Meng immediately shouted: "Damn that car costs more than 8 million, right? Are you a rich friend?"

"That car belongs to his boss, he is just a worker." Jiang Luan said.

Xue Meng muttered: "Even if the car is not his, your friend looks like a rich man."

Jiang Luan thought to himself, I was afraid that you would not believe it when you said it. Some people are glamorous on the surface, but behind their backs they are just social animals with a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan.

The two of them went to the duty booth when they got into a joke room, handed over the 800 yuan they had found to the police on duty, and then drove back to the street office.

***

On the other side, Chen Hua leaned against the side of the car with his arms in his arms, stretching his tone with a long tone: "Xiao Ying..."

Ying Qiao looked at him expressionlessly.

Chen Hualu said, "The little monster is gone, don't pretend?"

As he said that, he started to whimper: "I don't know. It turns out that Mr. Ying has a good temper and treats friends. I probably don't deserve to be friends with Mr. Ying."

"Have you performed enough?" Ying Qiao watched him perform coldly.

Chen Hua stood up straight for one second: "Enough."

His beauty is so precious that he doesn't want to be exposed by this old beast who values ​​sex over friends.

"If you have enough, go find someone." Ying Qiao pointed to the street behind him: "The latest information, someone has found its traces here."

Chen Hua was sarcastic: "I understand, Mr. Ying."

***

Jiang Luan and Xue Meng successfully returned to the street office, and there was no strange thing about picking up money on the ground along the way.

They went out to work and went back and forth. When they returned, they were almost off work. Xiao Xiaoyu was not seen in the reception area of ​​the lobby, so the two walked straight to the office.

As soon as I arrived at the door, Xiao Xiaoyu heard her voice pinch her throat and speak softly: "Little baby, eat slowly. Don't worry, this pack is all yours..."

Xue Mengren arrived before he could hear him: "Xiao Xiaoyu, are you in a bad position?"

Xiao Xiaoyu turned her head and sneered: "I think you're itchy."

Xue Meng was about to speak back when he saw the creature on the table and jumped up: "Damn, where did you get the beast in the prison? You should be more accustomed to break the law and commit crimes."

——I saw a round lion as big as an adult man’s fist sitting on Xiao Xiaoyu’s desk, sitting with her back to the door, holding a corn ham sausage in her arms.

Hearing the sound, Yu Yan turned his head, met Jiang Leng's shocked eyes, and immediately tilted his head and shouted: "Meow."

Xue Meng:???

What kind of lion is this?

"I just said you're blind, you won't admit it." Xiao Xiaoyu sneered and pointed his finger at the little head of the silhouette: "This is a cat raised by Jiang Qing."

As if responding to her words, Yu Zi meowed twice again.

The voice is straight and the voice is round, and the meow is angry.

Jiang Veng met his younger brother's innocent eyes and twitched the corners of his mouth. He could only make up accordingly: "It's my cat. He is too young, so I'm worried and brought him to the unit."

Xue Meng drank three times, looked at the silhouette carefully, and then poked his round ears tentatively: "At first glance, I thought it was a little lion. There is also such a cat? What kind of breed?"

"...A friend gave it to me and said it was a new variety cultivated abroad. I don't know what kind of variety it is."

Xue Meng scratched the chin of the pen and said in surprise: "Are you so obedient? I feel as if I'm sitting in the bottom of a prison and riding a beast."

Yan Yan squinted his eyes comfortably, then used his head to push his fingers apart, and jumped flexibly from the tabletop to Jiang Qing with his little claws, then climbed onto his shoulder and squatted, meowing while rubbing his head against him.

Xiao Xiaoyu was sour: "I also want to have this kind of cute cat."

After saying that, I remembered the process of discovering the kitten, and couldn't help but condemn Jiang Qing: "You just locked the cat in your bag, it's too easy for something to happen. And you didn't feed him at noon, right? You've gotten hungry."

During the lunch break, the slut was sleeping, and Jiang Qing did not feed him. She originally thought that she would get some food for him when he woke up, but she didn't expect that she would delay going out. Who would have thought that she would wake up like this coincidental, and that Xiao Xiaoyu would find out.

He scratched his face: "I was negligent, so I'd better keep him at home next time."

Unexpectedly, Xiao Xiaoyu jumped up and objected: "No. You bring it here. It's so pitiful to be a left-behind cat at such a young age. We can feed him together in the office."

Jiang Qing was a little hesitant. He had never heard of any unit that could bring pets to work, so he was sneaky when bringing the scribble today.

Uncle Zhou, who was watching the fun next to him, slowly said: "Xiaoyu is right. Such a young boy is not at ease to stay at home."

He seemed to look at Jiang Qing with some intent: "Don't worry, Director Cheng is very enlightened. Your situation is special, I'll just go and tell you."

Jiang Luan met his clear eyes and remembered that Director Cheng had told him in the morning that Uncle Zhou was not an ordinary person. He guessed that the other party should have known that the silhouette was not a pet, but a family member.

He smiled at Uncle Zhou gratefully: "Then thank Uncle Zhou."

Uncle Zhou waved his hand, turned around and continued to play and sweep. The thunder went.
To be continued...