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    "Learning the information you want to know about that person from other people's words and writings is like a groupie, like a girl, at least not quite like Li Wanyun.  What were you so interested in last time?  Probably a long time ago.

    Wan Yun thought that he had concealed this rare curiosity well, but Feng Jian's ability to see into others was dormant most of the time, but occasionally flashes of inspiration emerged.

    He put down his knife and fork: "It seems that the kitchen hasn't cooked celery and kelp for a long time since Mama Zhen came back this time."

    Wan Yun paused and said calmly: "You don't seem to like eating these two things, so I asked the kitchen to cut the kelp into shreds to make wonton fillings, and stir the celery into juice and add it to the juice you drink every day."

    Feng Jian¡¯s face immediately sank, and he frowned: ¡°I actually drink celery juice? Every day?¡±

    Wan Yun said casually: "Celery is a nutritious vegetable."

    Feng Jian was silent for a moment, then asked: "Do you drink that stuff yourself?"

    Wan Yun shook his head: "I don't drink, and I'm not picky about food."

    Feng Jian sneered repeatedly, and then suggested to her: "Can you stop thinking about these neurotic little things all day long? Why not develop some other hobbies. I heard that hunger strikes and bungee jumping are good."

    Wan Yun smiled and said: "I prefer to be a good wife."

    I thought Feng Jian would continue to be sarcastic, as usual.  But the other party paused, and then looked at her businesslikely.  Feng Jian pondered: "Having said that, although I really don't think you have much ability, your current job seems to be far below your ability. Why?"

    Wanyun couldn't help but look up at him.  The topic that I just discussed with the curator is no longer fresh and popular.  If Feng Jian continued to ask further, she was not sure whether she would be interested in explaining or concealing it.  Maybe we have to say like He Long asked, "Don't mention the past again?"

    But it seemed that the focus of the conversation was not at all on Feng Jian. He continued to say coldly: "Compared with the kind of work that does not make any actual contribution to society, I suggest that you should do something else."

    ¡°¡­For example?¡±

    "Tofu Xishi is more suitable for your overall temperament. In this way, I think there is a good shop at the foot of the mountain. How about I contribute the money and you contribute the efforts to open a fast food restaurant together, and you can sell some sesame cakes and the like, which is worse than wasting your time all day long. "

    Wan Yun looked at him for a moment: "The most famous woman selling sesame cakes in history seems to be Pan Jinlian. I remember she poisoned her first husband to death."

    Feng Jian couldn¡¯t help but be stunned and asked back: ¡°In history, there was another Empress Ma who saved her husband with sesame seeds, right?¡±

    ¡°Her husband once served as a monk and went to prison, but he will become an emperor in the future.¡±

    What Feng Jian was confused about was that since Wanyun had read so many books, why didn¡¯t there be a wonderful plot in which his wife talked too much nonsense and her husband cut her into pieces?

    He was naturally aware of the obvious change in Feng Jian's attitude towards Feng Jian at the Mid-level Villa.

    ??Zhen¡¯s mother used to listen respectfully to his words and do whatever she liked.  Whatever Feng Jian asked her to do, Zhen's mother would always reply "But do you want to tell the lady?"  Not only that, the people employed in the villa are all old people brought by Wan Yun from the Li family. They are quite old and don't do much. They rely on their old people and sell them very well. Feng Jian can't send people easily. The old owner He Long is better than the new uncle.  I don¡¯t know how much.

    If this behavior occurs in an enterprise, performance rules should be adopted and the fittest should survive.  But Feng Jian was watching everyone in the Mid-level Villa with cold eyes. He wanted to put things in order, but he felt that it was boring to quarrel with these people, so he simply endured it silently.

    The previous owner of the villa has been stimulated by something unknown recently.  She had never cared about such trivial matters before, but now she hired a new batch of servants in the villa and dismissed half of the old servants.

    Feng Jian welcomed this behavior very much, but unfortunately, with the eldest lady's eloquent tongue and ability to move a lot, she had always done things that offended people personally, and he had to take the blame.

    He Long¡¯s call came as expected, with various new charges being slapped one after another, and there were even profound words like ¡°so luxurious¡±.  Feng Jian also admired this mother-in-law countless times. She not only came to harass him when he was busiest, but she also accurately dropped the phone the second before he couldn't bear it anymore.

    In the evening, Wan Yun and I would have to attend a business dinner, which was something I couldn't push away.

    Feng Jian was not so lucky, and was reborn in a family where she could ignore other people's eyes.  Although the hardships endured by men are not so much that they destroy their true nature, they are not so little that they are arrogant enough to resist taking the "shortcut" even though they know there is a safe and reliable way to do it.

    But by the time he understood the truth that "the so-called shortcut does not exist at all", Feng Jian had already experienced it deeply, simply too profoundly.

    The first time Feng Jian used power for personal gain in his life was to order the company¡¯s IT department to??Choose a path and walk straight along it.  The driver followed him slowly in an extended car, but the distance was only one meter, and Feng Jian, who was drunk, was completely unaware.  His suit was hung on his arms, his hands were in his pockets, his posture was leisurely, and his back was still straight.

    Wan Yun looked at him in the car.

    People who don¡¯t know how to hide their emotions, people who calmly accept everything imposed by others, people who rely on their own efforts to get ahead.  Where do you want to go when you are most relaxed?

    She is really curious.

    The driver stepped on the brakes and said with embarrassment: "Miss, you can't drive any further. This is the boundary of Xiacheng District. It might not be safe to drive any further." He then suggested, "It's better to call my uncle back."

    Wanyun opened the car door: "Wait for us here."

    The air is still cool, but there is a faint smell of fish and rotten rice inside, which is slightly offensive.  A taste from another world.  And just around the corner is Linlang Street.

    Feng Jian still didn¡¯t stop.

    He passed through many rooms without lights, dark and winding alleys, crowds of people smoking and whispering, exposed girls with heavy makeup, and finally stopped in front of a small building.

    Wan Yun could barely recognize that it was a clinic.  There is a dilapidated red cross behind the densely packed signboards in the second-floor window.

    Feng Jian stood under this small building for an hour, with an expression of memories on his face, not happy.

    Wan Yun suddenly thought that compared to now when it is difficult for him to find a sense of identity and meaning in this circle of fame and fortune, perhaps ten years ago, Feng Jian was also an outlier in Linlang Street where he grew up.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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