Indecent and affectionate

Chapter 29

There was no list, so Yu Zhile went home.

Before she got to the door, she saw that the door of her house was wide open, and it seemed that someone had come back.

Yu Zhile put the key back in his pocket and went straight into the house.

Stepping over the threshold, someone inside has already called out her name first: "Zhile."

The timbre is thick and thick, and the hoarseness of the vocal cords is only after years of bumps. It comes from her father who did not return that year.

Yu Zhile looked over and saw that his father was sitting at the dining table in the front hall, with one elbow casually resting on the edge of the table. He was also looking at his daughter from a distance, expressionless, but the two small scars between his eyebrows made him look a little bit severe.

Sitting next to him was Zhang Sitian's father, who probably came back to see old friends for a rare visit, so they came to chat about the trivial things of the past.

"Uncle Zhang," Yu Zhile called out to the elder, and in the blink of an eye, the eyes of father and daughter collided again, and she called out, "Dad."

The woman's voice was light and soft, like throwing a very small stone into the water lightly, before there was a little ripple.

"Well," Yu's father responded, and asked, "Your cake shop closed in your twenties?"

"I don't know," Yu Zhile replied, "I haven't discussed it with Si Tian yet."

Hearing his question, she realized that it was the end of the year, and she was so busy running around every day that she really didn't have the slightest sense of celebrating the new year.

Uncle Zhang answered for her: "I asked Xiaotian yesterday, and she said that the door should be closed at 27." He smiled and looked at his father, "I will come back to help clean up the house, the windows are full of dust. "

"27..." Father Yu took a sip of tea, "Zhi'an's mother will be back tomorrow."

"It's almost Chinese New Year, everyone has to come back, and it will be lively at the meeting."

"Yes."

After he responded, Zhang Bo changed the subject and let out long sighs: "I just don't know how long our place will be lively."

"Demolition?" Father Yu immediately figured out the meaning behind his words.

"That's right," Zhang Bo replied, "Jing Yuan wants to take the western suburbs. They are very domineering. It won't take long, and they will be demolished."

He was holding a glass tea cup that middle-aged and elderly men always carried with him: "I guess this is our last year in Chenfang."

Father Yu asked, "What did Xu Zhen say?"

Zhang Bodao: "Xu Zhen can't do it, his temper is too soft, he can't go over there, and he is easy to be led away."

Father Yu asked again: "What about the terms of compensation? Have you talked about it?"

Zhang Bo replied: "I haven't reached an agreement yet, so keep it secret for now." He looked at Yu Zhile who had already gone to the kitchen to wash his hands: "Your daughter is driving Mr. Jing Xiao now, why don't you ask her?"

"Who is she driving for?" Father Yu didn't seem to hear clearly.

"Mr. Jing, the grandson of Jing Yanhua," Uncle Zhang said with a pun, his teeth itching when he thought of this little dude, "this grandson is in charge of the demolition on our side."

Father Yu looked at his daughter's slender back like a reed: "Zhile, are you no longer a driver?"

Yu Zhile turned sideways, wiped her hands with a dry towel beside the vegetable sink, but didn't reply a word.

"Don't do it, Xiaotian told me." Seeing the girl's silence, Uncle Zhang said helplessly, "It's not because Zhi'an got into trouble."

"What's wrong?" Father Yu raised his eyebrows immediately.

Uncle Zhang glanced at Yu Zhile who walked upstairs without saying a word, and his expression was slightly subtle: "Oh, I won't mention it. It's been a long time."

In the afternoon, Yu Zhile drove his old friend back to the urban area on a motorcycle.

There is only Dad at home, and the atmosphere is oppressive, like staying in a swamp covered with a large stone slab, with airtight suffocation.

Sitting across from each other for a simple lunch, she also ate her forehead meridians twitching.

She is not afraid of her father, but there will be a sense of psychological rejection that makes her restless, which has been accumulated subtly over the years.

After placing the locomotive in the rental garage, Yu Zhile took the bus directly to Jingyuan Building.

She didn't bring a heavy four-wheeled vehicle with her today, so she could walk easily, and she waited patiently and quietly in the lobby when she arrived.

As the top office building in Ning City, the first floor of Jingyuan Building is elegantly and spaciously furnished.Floor-to-ceiling windows on all sides make it look like a transparent heart of the city, accepting the most extravagant daylight during the day and the most psychedelic lighting scene at night with a broad mind.

Yu Zhile stood in front of the window with her arms folded for a while, when she received a text message from Jing Sheng asking where she was.

She replied: downstairs.

Jing Sheng: Wait for me.

Yu Zhile looked back with his arms down, looked for a while at the elevator aisle that he had to go up and down, and saw a familiar figure get out of the car.

Originally, he was walking in a leisurely manner, taking time out, and when he caught a glimpse of someone waiting for him, the frequency of his steps instantly increased, but it couldn't be too obvious.

Along the way, people in formal attire greeted him politely, and he responded gracefully one by one.Wearing a pure black three-piece suit, he really looks like a leader.

When Jing Sheng walked in front of Yu Zhile, the high-level momentum that had been maintained for a while instantly collapsed, and instantly formed another straightforward and sincere smile:

"Have we met today?" He raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Oh, we seem to have met this morning, but why do I feel like I haven't seen each other for a year."

"Just you?" Yu Zhile didn't pay attention to his casual love words, and just looked behind him.

"Who else do you want to see besides me?" He frowned instantly.

Yu Zhile looked into his eyes again: "Just asking."

Jing Sheng no longer entangled in this matter, but said: "I haven't left work yet."

Yu Zhile: "...Then what are you doing down here?" No wonder he didn't hold anything in his hands.

Jing Sheng replied naturally: "Pick you up, not everyone is treated like this." He pointed to the front desk at the right rear: "Did you see that over there? When most people see me, they will be asked by the women behind— —”

He also deliberately imitated the official smiling face and high-level tone of the high-level front desk: "Hello, do you have an appointment? Sorry, you can't see our President Jing without an appointment."

Being funny, Yu Zhile wanted to laugh again.

"I may have to work overtime today. Do you have anything to do? If you have nothing to do, just accompany me." Jing Sheng made the request without any hesitation, and then smiled triumphantly: "Let me show you how handsome a man who works hard can be." degree."

Yu Zhile squinted at his shameless smile: "I'll just wait here."

"That's so boring." Jing Sheng first sighed, and then urged: "Let's go, just half an hour, don't worry about my conspiracy, I'm not the only one in the office, there is Song Zhu, and the secretary... That's right, why are there so many people in my office? Are they all going to the fucking market?"

Obviously, in order to clarify himself, he ended up talking and talking, and made himself angry.

Perhaps Yu Zhile was pleased by his out-of-the-ordinary changes in psychology and demeanor. She didn't refuse him, but said, "Just half an hour."

So, go to the elevator.

The two stood in front of each other, looking unfamiliar, but still attracted the stop and attention of many off-duty employees.

Jingyuan has a special elevator for executives, which only goes up to the fiftieth floor, the tip of this building of wealth and power.

Now, they are in this elevator.

After standing side by side for a while, Jing Sheng suddenly raised his head sideways, gestured before and after his forehead twice, and then asked, "Yu Zhile, are you a little taller today?"

Yu Zhile glanced at the tip of her shoe: "I wore a mid-heel today."

Jing Sheng also followed to confirm, and then comforted himself: "...Fortunately, I am tall enough."

After standing for a while, the door was closed, and the surroundings were quiet.

Yu Zhile suddenly realized that the floor he reached hadn't been pressed yet, so he turned his head and asked Jing Sheng, "What floor?"

"Guess." Jing Sheng curled his lips back.

"...Don't guess." Yu Zhile refused, she was not in the mood to play any boring number games.

"Okay, 56."

No more text.

Yu Zhile frowned: "Come on, you won't go up?"

Standing in front of a large row of buttons, Jing Sheng, who was very close, remained motionless, like a rock: "You are so tall today, this glorious task will be entrusted to you."

Yu Zhile was speechless, stepped forward, and the distance between the two suddenly shortened a lot, she was about to raise her hand and press the number he just said.

"Wrong." The man reminded her suddenly, and at the same time he couldn't help but grab her hand, and before she recovered, he led her to press another landing button.

Yu Zhile immediately withdrew her hand, her eyes were like ice crystals, she wanted to warn him something, but the other party had already taken control of the field very quickly: "There is surveillance, you are touching me, you might go up and stand outside as soon as the door opens Eight burly men for security."

He was smiling, showing his rascal face.For a moment, Jing Sheng's eye feathers drooped slightly, and he suddenly said in surprise: "Hey? How did you get to the 52nd floor? Didn't I just say 56?"

Yu Zhile looked at him coldly, to see what other tricks he could play.

Jing Sheng wiped his forehead twice, and suddenly realized: "Oh—this elevator must be on purpose, knowing that I like you, and deliberately helping me to confess to you."

He pretended to be contemplative again, and explored with Yu Zhile with a serious face: "What do you mean by 52? Is it my love, or I love you?"

Yu Zhile laughed back in anger, this mental retardation.

(End of this chapter)