From Car Overlord To The World’s Top God

Lin Feng laughed, he looked at Mr. Friday with sympathy.

"After that, did your brother ask you?" Lin Feng asked. If someone forced Lin Feng to marry, Lin Feng would definitely not get married.

For example, although Mr. Friday doesn’t have much money, this is what he likes to do.

He wants to live alone.

There were many white and black cars parked on the side of the road, and the automatic rolling doors of the shops were all pulled down.

There is a late night stall opposite the mall where young people are drinking. The boss of the roadside barbecue cleaned up his guy, he waved the water bottle in his hand, the coal in the stove was instantly extinguished, and thick smoke was rising.

Mr. Friday stood beside the bus stop sign and tried to smoke a cigarette. It seemed that the cigarette could relieve the pain caused by frozen shoulder.

After taking a few puffs, he threw half of the unfinished cigarette on the road. He would never do this on Fridays. He always pays attention to public health.

At this moment, he raised his head and looked into the distance. The high-rise buildings melted into the night, and only the windows of a few houses were still lit.

Yihui Hospital is brightly lit, and I want to know that the hospital will not close its doors.

"Do you want to see a doctor?" Mr. Friday hesitated.

But what about seeing a doctor? Could the doctor cure his illness? ... Mr. Friday didn't believe it. It's not that he didn't trust the doctor, it's just that it's been a long time.

That year Mr. Friday was only thirty-nine years old. He liked to wear blue pants and mellow Zhonghua brand cigarettes.

It was probably one night in mid-May. Frozen shoulder, which hadn't happened for a few weeks, came back again. As it is now, the onset of frozen shoulder means that he cannot fall asleep.

He was still young at the time and had not lost his hope of life, so he was willing to walk on the street whenever a frozen shoulder occurred.

From 12 o'clock in the evening, walk to Jingsheng Park. When the pain caused by frozen shoulder quietly eased, he ate a fried rice strip at the supper.

The owner of the supper was surnamed Chen, a bald man with an oval face. Boss Chen's late-night stall occupies the empty vegetable market at night, and of course he has to pay the rent. The sign of the booth read "Chen Ji Supper", the picture plus the menu, and the phone number in red on the bottom line.

Mr. Friday does not look at the menu, he always only eats fried rice. The stir-fried rice noodles here are made of thin rice noodles, accompanied by green onions, green vegetables, shredded squid, and a few shrimps. After being stir-fried over high heat, it has the fragrance of a wooden spatula.

Because of frequent visits, Boss Chen met Mr. Friday. Every time Mr. Friday walked into his shop, he walked over with a smile and asked Mr. Friday, "Fried rice ¨?" "

Mr. Friday nodded and said: "Stir-fried rice." His voice was extremely hoarse.

While waiting for the fried rice noodles, he likes to pull out two disposable chopsticks first, remove the outer plastic wrapper, and tap the top of the chopsticks gently on the table.

After a while, he felt that knocking on the table was meaningless, so he put down his chopsticks. In order to prevent the disposable chopsticks from getting dirty, he used to put the bottom of the chopsticks on the edge of the table.

Then, he took out the cigarette in his pocket, took out a cigarette, and smoked it carefully.

thirsty! He picked up the big cold tea pot on the table, filled a plastic cup, and poured it into his stomach. This tea tastes like boiled water, not as good as the tea at home.

Every time, before Mr. Friday had finished smoking, Boss Chen brought stir-fried rice noodles. He poked the cigarette out of the bottom of his feet, wrapped a piece of toilet paper, and prepared to throw it in the trash later.

"Do you want chili?"

"Um……"

Boss Chen brought a little more chili and walked away. At this time, Mr. Friday picked up the chopsticks on the table and slowly ate the fried rice, bite after bite. Although the tea here disappoints him, the fried rice will never let him down.

He is really hungry. There were two men and two women drinking at the table next to them. The voice and laughter flooded the night, but for Mr. Friday while eating fried rice, what they said was similar to the sound of insects squirming in the wood.

Soon, he ate a whole plate of fried rice shreds and ate it cleanly. Then he picked up the teapot again, filled a cup of tea and drank it. Only then did he realize that there was a little bit of green onion stuck between his teeth.

He tried to lick the green onions with the tip of his tongue, but what he didn't expect was that his tongue was not as flexible as he imagined. Instead, when the tip of the tongue was scraped back and forth on the teeth, it made his tongue numb.

At this moment, Mr. Friday suddenly felt that something was rubbing his pants, and he looked down.

Unexpectedly, it was a pure white puppy!

This puppy has black eyes and short legs. At a glance, you know it's not a good species.

Since childhood, Mr. Friday annoyed these cats and dogs the most, so he immediately got up from his seat and walked to Boss Chen to settle the bill.

"Boss?" Mr. Friday called.

Boss Chen is cooking three fresh porridge, his wife is not here, and his wife is usually responsible for collecting the money, so Mr. Friday called again.

"Oh! Ten yuan!" Boss Chen said with a smile, "Are you still full?"

Mr. Friday smiled slightly and said, "I'm full. It's still delicious."

"It's delicious and come back tomorrow night!"

"Okay."

After speaking, Mr. Friday walked along the straight road, his shoulders and arms no longer hurt, and his stomach was full. What he has to do now is to go back to the Yijing apartment to sleep.

"I don't know how late it is now?" Mr. Friday thought.

To walk back to Mr. Friday’s apartment from the side of the road, you need to turn around a bend and then pass through a small alley with many bends. Although the road is illuminated by street lights, the alley is deserted.

Mr. Friday is no stranger to the road here. He has walked the same way too many times, even if he had to close his eyes to find his way home.

When approaching the detour, Mr. Friday suddenly noticed that the white puppy was chasing him. He had to stop and frowned slightly.

This puppy has a lame left hind leg. So it runs up and down, but the speed is not slow.

The puppy ran to Mr. Friday's side in a dingy manner, wagging his tail around his legs and feet, and stuck out his tongue, gasping for breath.

Mr. Friday did not intend to pay attention to it, so he walked back to the dormitory.

Entering the alley, Mr. Friday walked down three steps. The puppy also jumped down the three steps, swaying, his tail wagging constantly.

Mr. Friday stopped again.

It can be seen from the size of the puppy that it is not too old, and I did not expect that such a small dog's legs would actually be lame.

Whose dog is this? If you come back to the dormitory with me, it would be bad if the owner can't find it.

So Mr. Friday started to walk back. He thought, maybe the puppy is lost, as long as he returns to the Chenji Supper, the puppy will know the way home.

At this time, Chen Ji's supper had two tables of guests. Boss Chen was already busy, sitting outside the market, drinking tea and talking about the mountains. Sitting in front of him was his wife, a tall and thin woman, dressed plainly. His friend sat farther away from him, barefoot on another plastic chair (Qian Li's), and tried his best to smoke a cigarette.

First, the head saw Mr. Friday rushing in, and he also noticed the white puppy following Mr. Friday. He knows Mr. Friday, because he often meets such a weird gentleman here.

At this moment, seeing Mr. Friday coming from a distance, the inexplicable sense of comicality made the big head's face show a malicious smile.

He turned his mouth at Boss Chen and his wife Nunu and motioned them to look ahead. The three people saw Mr. Friday in the eyes of the big head, and each looked at each other, with smiles on their faces.

"¨¨Lao Zhou!" When Mr. Friday approached, Old Chen yelled loosely.

"Boss Chen!" Mr. Friday's voice sounded a little hastily because he was walking in a hurry. A bead of sweat dripped from his temple.

Mr. Friday stopped, and the puppy ran to his feet and snuggled him. People who don't know thought he raised the puppy.

The other three people did not notice that the problem was with the puppy.

Therefore, Boss Chen asked sincerely: "Lao Zhou, what happened to you?".

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