Big Data Cultivation

In less than two minutes, Feng Jun put on his clothes, shoes and socks, picked up his handbag and went out.

After going out, he was too lazy to open another room to wash. Anyway, he was young and handsome, and his body was strong. Without those body odors and tone, it would not affect others.

He walked into the elevator and only remembered one thing.

When he came to the Passat car, he lay on the window of the car and saw that, as expected, the young fat driver curled up in the back seat and slept soundly. He had two plastic bags on his feet to prevent the seat from getting dirty. It can also prevent the spread of foot odor.

Feng Jun knocked on the window, and the driver opened his eyes and climbed up. While yawning, he pushed open the door. "Down ... Where are you going?"

Your kid has a breath! Feng Jun took a step back and spoke in surprise, "I said, did you sleep like this all night?"

The driver took a look at him and corrected him very seriously. "I waited for one night and slept for a short while. This waiting time is counted."

Feng Jun patted his forehead helplessly, "Can you sleep comfortably here? You can call me if I don't come down ... How much money can I have for the waiting time? In case of cold, it is not enough for the medical expenses. "

"Underground parking, it's not too cold," the fat driver smiled slyly, and then asked with a full face, nervously, "You can agree, it is double the cost."

"How much is the double cost?" Feng Jun shook his head in tears, but the next moment, he thought of the time when he was in trouble for a while-at that time, he really tried to earn every dollar.

So he had no reason to underestimate the other party, so he drew out a dozen hundred-dollar bills from his handbag and shot it on the other party ’s hand, "Okay, I do n’t need to find more, but I have to say one thing ... I ca n’t wait like this in future It ’s because I ’m reasonable. "

"Thank you Boss Feng," the driver took away the money with a smile on his face. He waited in the car for more than seven hours. Even for eight hours, the waiting cost was only 320, double 640, plus In the previous driving distance, the money was also rich.

However, his accusation against Feng Jun was still a little bit unsatisfactory. Since the money is available, he will explain, "I do n’t know how long you stay up. Call early, fearing that it will affect your work, and beating late will affect your Two rest. "

Feng Jun was too lazy to tell him the truth, and waved his hand, "Anyway, you are sitting and earning money. Well, the car key is left, you go."

Seeing that the driver left, he also got in the car, first called the reception desk and asked them to send a breakfast to the luxury suite they ordered, and then dialed the phone to the manager.

Manager Chang did n’t answer the phone. He wanted to call Wu Limin, but he did n’t remember the phone number of the man—not just any cats or dogs, they were all eligible to be added by Mr. Feng to the address book.

Fortunately, the call record was still there yesterday. According to his impression, he found Wu Limin's mobile phone number and dialed it.

Regrettably, Wu Shao did not answer the phone and did not know whether he slept too late.

In fact, Wu Limin was woken up by the phone at the moment, and looking at the big word "Feng Jun" on his mobile phone, he dared not answer the phone.

It's definitely not a good thing to call this early in the morning.

However, this is already the case, he can only stand up and walk daringly to the big restaurant on the first floor.

Wu Jianguo had already gotten up and was having breakfast in the restaurant. When he saw the expression on his son's face, he frowned, and chopsticks patted the table. "Mad ... what's the matter with you?"

I just died yesterday. I'm going to rush to Donglin in a moment. Master, will you give me a break?

Wu Limin shuddered about what happened last night.

When Wu Jianguo heard it, he was furious, "Mad, did you actually give Zhang Weihong a medicine? Forget it, labor and capital are going to kill their relatives today, so that you can live and continue to harm me!"

He really couldn't be angry. In his plan, Zhang Weihong was the one to fight for, and it was even possible to influence Feng Jun through her-you pushed such a terrible person to the opposite?

"I originally wanted Xiao Chang to drink and let her entangle Feng Jun," Wu Limin explained tremblingly. "It was Zhang Weihong who had not invited me. The bottle of wine Xiao Chang handed to her was not my hand."

Wu Jianguo was trembling with anger, beating his son with heartache, but it didn't work to beat him, he roared, "Will you not stop Zhang Weihong?"

Wu Limin looked helplessly at his dad, "I also want to stop it, but why?"

Wu Jianguo stood up, turned around in the restaurant, but his mind was constantly analyzing the pros and cons.

The son gave the surname Chang the medicine. This was a preventive shot, which was not a big deal, but when Zhang Weihong said it was broken, this was a big deal-Zhang Weihong and Feng Jun had an unclear relationship. Once they learned the truth, they were jealous. The possibility is extremely high.

Why did Nima have such a son? Look at what you did.

But at the next moment, he stopped, "Feng Jun and Zhang Weihong ... what do you think of their relationship?"

If the two are getting better, the nature of the matter is less serious.

"The two, the two ..." Wu Limin "the two" for a long time, just dare not continue to say: they seem nothing ...

At this time, Wu Shao's cell phone rang and a text message came.

He took a look at the phone and carefully placed it on the dining table. "Look at it yourself."

Wu Jianguo rushed forward and took a look at the mobile phone. It was a text message sent by Feng Jun-"Wu Shaoyou has grown and actually learned to take medicine. Our Liangzi can't solve it."

"Nima," Mr. Wu threw up his cell phone and picked up the stool. He wanted to hit his son. When he raised his eyes, he accidentally found that his son had run to the stairs and shouted with screams. ... "

After Feng Jun sent a text message, he didn't know what to do for a while-it was estimated that at noon, Manager Chang would wake up.

Debris time **** horse, the most annoying! He sighed and drove towards Peach Blossom Valley.

He didn't charge for one night, but he was a little unaccustomed. He returned to the villa to charge it, and then went back to sleep.

This sleep did not sleep well, it belongs to the kind of light sleep, can always recall the pair of tight bands-is this the correct posture of the leg playing year?

When he was sleeping, Red Sister was wearing pajamas and leaning lazily on the top. The temperature of the four-star hotel was extremely suitable. Most of her two long legs that could play for years were exposed to the air.

On weekdays, she has more things, and she just happened to be tired today. She simply took a vacation and stole her life for half a day.

Sister Hong brushed the farm with her mobile phone for a while, and began to look at a book called "Xun Qing Xian Shi". From time to time, her mouth slightly curled up, her eyes somewhat distracted, and her attention was obviously not on the book.

On the headboard, the breakfast from the waiter was already cold. The package was opened, but it was basically still.

Suddenly the phone rang, with the three characters "Tian Lao San" on it. She was taken aback for a moment, and she picked it up. "Hello, President Tian, ​​I haven't seen you for a long time. What are the instructions?"

"In front of Sister Red, where do I dare to say any instructions?" There was a hearty laugh on the phone, "I heard that something happened to my small club yesterday?"

Zhang Weihong felt a little fever on his face, "Oh, is it? Maybe ... I don't know very well."

"Oh," President Tian smiled over the phone again, and then asked with concern, "You will not lose money? I remember, Red Sister, you ... are more sensitive to many drugs, um, allergic constitution."

"Huh," Zhang Weihong raised his hand to touch his forehead, and said angrily, "What do you want to say, Laotian?"

"Oh," Laotian laughed again. "You dare to drink the wine, there must be your ideas ... don't blame me for Laotian's poor hospitality."

"Yes, I have an idea. I like Feng Jun, but I counsel," Sister Hong suddenly broke out. Once she got up in society, it was God blocking and killing the Buddha and Buddha, "So I borrowed Jiulangyi Take it ... why, Laotian, do you have an opinion? "

"How dare I?" Laotian listened to her even saying this, but came out soft, "Sister Red, you are kind to me."

"What is good and not good, what a big thing, it is worth you to say all the time?" Zhang Weihong said in a big voice, "But Laotian, it's not me who said you, you are too soft, someone is playing this set in your field. ... You seem to be aware, can this be tolerated? "

She really didn't know who was giving the medicine, but as Tian Laosan said, she was very sensitive to similar medicines. The first sip of wine gave her a stomachache, and she knew it was unreasonable, so she started to think about it-this Nima ... who did it?

Zhang Weihong remembered very clearly that when she entered the deck, the bottle of wine was already opened. I do n’t know how long it was left, but there is no doubt that she was temporarily raised, so the medicine should not be directed at her.

Before she entered the deck, that position was where the manager was sitting, that is to say ... she was most likely to drink this wine.

Sister Hong calculated according to this and thought that Wu Shimin did it for Shiyou. Although the manager Chang seemed a bit sly, he couldn't give himself medicine at all.

Therefore, she has reason to despise Mr. Tian: You are informed, and you still talk to me like that, it's really a fool!

On the phone, Mr. Tian's mouth twitched: In fact, I am softer than you think.

But he who understands the whole process ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ can't be tough, and Xiao Chang himself didn't object, so what can I do?

So he laughed aloud, "I'm definitely going to talk to Lao Wu, but now ... Sister Red, you're not born too atmospheric, right?"

Zhang Weihong said coldly, "Laotian, it's inappropriate for you to ask this question. Do you have to plead for him?"

"I just smoothed this matter, let's take a breath first," Mr. Tian replied with a smile. "Of course, I will definitely not tell Lao Wu that you can detect those drugs ... so to speak, you Want to get something from Lao Wu? "

These words are more relevant, and Zhang Weihong has no reason to be angry. She pondered a little, and she was very reluctant to say, "Whether his son is the messenger behind the scenes?

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