江小渔 GDP 紧张得不行，掏出手机接起来，果然是催单电话。那头嗓门哗啦就炸过来：“小渔啊，上次点的麻辣烫，酱油包放对位置了吗？放反了我儿子过敏！” 江小渔：“……放反了。” “哎呀我这人最迷信！上次放反了，enda 送货小哥送错地址，结果送着送着还蹲大牢了！你给我好好放，不然将来后悔也来不及！” 江小渔有点烦，但还是说：“姐，您放心，包年合同都签了，我还能送错？” 电话那头“哄”一声笑了：“这就对嘛！” 挂了电话，江小渔叹口气。走到街角，果然又看到那辆白色兰博基尼。慕总今天不在车上，保镖倒是挺多。她拐进去送个外卖，保镖就拦着不让进。她就坐在路边等，看着夕阳把车镀成金色的。 手机又“叮”一声，这次不是外卖订单，是个短信。她打开一看，是慕总的私人号码。 “晚上一起吃饭？” 江小渔嘴角抽搐。吃饭？她跟慕总吃饭？这都能成短信？她回过去：“慕总，我晚上还有事。” “什么事比跟你吃饭更重要？”慕总回得快。 江小渔盯着手机屏幕，有点火气。她 serialized the strange man like this, why do you have to pursue me like this? (这么个奇怪的人我能 serialized 吗？怎么你就一直追着我?) She deleted the message, then sighed again. She finished her work, packed her bicycle. Just as she was about to leave, she saw a man pushing his supermarket cart coming out of the opposite direction. The man stopped in the middle of the road and helped an old lady cross the street. The old lady kept muttering, "Thank you, young master, thank you."