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Zhang Xiaojian got into the car without rushing to drive.

His last question was not out of curiosity, but just wondering whether Zhao Fang's desire to turn his head back to the grass stems from the fact that Pharaoh is rich now.

The answer is simple and straightforward.

Although Zhao Fang's answer was that even if Pharaoh was still a small employee, she would look back and take this bite.

But... she hesitated for three seconds before this answer.

This may be the real answer.

But it didn't matter. Zhang Xiaojian didn't want to intervene in this matter. In fact, even if he wanted to take care of him, he couldn't take care of it, and he was a little bit upset after learning about these things. He felt that he was looking for some happiness.

I called Bai Yang and drove to a familiar street.

From afar, I saw the small plaque at the express station and several three-wheeled cars in front of the door.

Zhang Xiaojian parked the car, walked down, and looked left and right. He walked into the messy, small express station.

A courier with a hat asked: "Pick up, or mail?"

Zhang Xiaojian didn't answer, but saw Bai Yang who was pouting his butt and didn't know what to turn over, and gave him a kick when he went up.

"What are you doing!" The courier quit.

When his voice came down, other staff on the site also looked at Zhang Xiaojian.

Bai Yang was kicked into the express delivery pile, his hands propped up, turned around to see Zhang Xiaojian, his eyes softened immediately, and he shouted, "What are you doing?"

Then he stood up and patted the ashes on his butt: "Why so fast, I thought it would take half an hour for you to do anything."

The courier guys have a look... OK, this is the boss's friend, listening to this tone... should still be very good friends.

They have never heard Bai Yang speak like this, and they are very uncomfortable for a while, so although they are doing what they should be doing, they still unconsciously look at Bai Yang and Zhang Xiaojian, and think how gentle the boss is talking...

Zhang Xiaojian replied at this moment: "Keep close, go and eat."

"Wait, I'll finish packing."

Zhang Xiaojian said: "No, I'm almost starving to death. Don't you know what dark dishes the second aunt gave me in the morning, and what I experienced just now."

Bai Yang had no choice but to confess, and walked out of the express site with Zhang Xiaojian.

When he came to Lao Zhang's grilled meat, Bai Yang shouted: "Four pieces of grilled meat, rice and soup, a large pot of tofu meatballs, and a stack of side dishes."

Zhang Xiaojian added: "Two bottles of big white pears."

The waiter in the tube yelled so loudly, Bai Yang suddenly asked, "Have you not had this bite for a long time?"

Zhang Xiaojian nodded heavily: "You tell me, since I entered the door, I have already swallowed three saliva from the smell."

Bai Yang scolded with a smile: "Brilliant, yes, how is it, my little site is not bad."

Zhang Xiaojian nodded: "Yes, watching you pouting to find a courier makes me feel that you are in the joy of fighting."

"I want to save more money, buy a house, and go to Lelejia to propose a marriage, otherwise I will have no face."

Zhang Xiaojian wanted to say, I really want to give you ten sets...but he knew that Bai Yang would not accept it, so he didn't ask himself to be boring and said: "Okay, then I wish you buy a house sooner."

During the talk, the dishes are on the table.

Just grab a bite of rice with the grilled broth, which is not enough for Zhang Xiaojianxiang. He quickly picked up a piece of five-layered grilled meat and chewed, feeling that his stomach raised by Mozhu standards was finally comfortable.

Bai Yang didn't eat as much as he did. After eating two meals, Bai Yang said, "When will I return to Ningyuan?"

Zhang Xiaojian said: "No, since I'm back, I have to stay with my aunt for two days."

"Well, let's take some time out of the skewers."

Zhang Xiaojian said: "Okay." Then quickly grilled rice.

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...

After drinking the last cup of big white pears, Zhang Xiaojian felt that life was welcoming sunshine again.

So he turned his head and looked at Bai Yang who was leaning on the back of his chair almost as if he were acting, and said, "I have an immature tip."

Bai Yang: "...come less."

Zhang Xiaojian coughed: "I'm serious."

"You said."

"White Yang, have you ever had a dream?"

Bai Yang's eyes widened: "Zhang Xiaojian, don't use your business, right?"

"Listen to me, give me a chance."

"No."

"Give one."

"No."

"Just say this one last time."

Bai Yang helplessly: "Okay, leave the microphone to you."

Zhang Xiaojian nodded with satisfaction: "In fact, we can be a courier company by ourselves. You are good at this. I will pay for it. I don’t do ordinary courier, but a drone."

"I'm looking for two research and development teams to do technological express delivery in the future..."

Listening to Zhang Xiaojian's endless talk.

Bai Yang scratched his ears. After he finished speaking, he asked, "Are you finished?"

Zhang Xiaojian nodded and said, "After that, what do you think?"

Bai Yang ignored him, beckoning: "Boss check out."

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Bai Yang didn't persuade him to set up a cosmic express company, but he was pulled into the site by Bai Yang, saying that he couldn't get away with too much living today, and asked Zhang Xiaojian to help the sorting.

This incident is like Zhang Xiaojian came to the express site and kicked Bai Yang's ass.

Before I could refuse, I was pulled into the site, watching the packages one by one, watching the address area above get busy...

Unknowingly time came to dusk, Zhang Xiaojian stood up sweating, there was an illusion that labor was really happy...

Several couriers in the room knew that this was a good friend of the boss, and someone immediately delivered a bottle of mineral water.

Zhang Xiaojian drank a bottle in one breath, feeling very refreshing.

So it was immediately decided that after returning to Ningyuan, he could accompany Zhuo Fei to practice martial arts, or find Zheng Jiakai to play ball.

Bai Yang was also busy at this time, took a wet towel from the bathroom to wipe his sweat, and threw it back to Zhang Xiaojian.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't dislike it, and wiped his forehead, and then asked, "It's called Lele at night. Let's go out and eat something."

Bai Yang nodded, and said to the couriers: "Okay, it's okay, I'm leaving, let's get busy."

Everyone answered, and the two walked out of the site side by side.

At this time, the setting sun was just right, and Zhang Xiaojian suddenly reminded Zhang Xiaojian of many days when he had no money with Bai Yang. He asked: "Universal Express, do you want to stop thinking about it?"

Bai Yang replied: "Go away." Then he picked up the phone and dialed.

Zhang Xiaojian's car stopped not far away. He pressed the key and opened the door. He was about to sit in, but found that Bai Yang was not following. He turned his head and saw Bai Yang frowning, his pupils slightly enlarged, and his mouth slightly opened. It seems to be demented.

Although Bai Yang hadn't put down the phone yet, Zhang Xiaojian still asked, "What's wrong?"

The white poplar wood took a moment: "Le Lele embraces..."

Zhang Xiaojian: "...you can really do it, no, you can do it!"

Bai Yang slowed down, and began to smirk: "It's also possible that you can't."