Gu Pan Sheng Zi

Chapter 9N.11
The dream was so real that when he woke up in the morning, Ye Liulian's gritted teeth were still in front of his eyes.Now that he is mature, his expression is hidden too well, but I can still feel that now he hates me more than he did back then.He said countless times that he wanted to bite me to death, but he never really bit me hard like yesterday.

Get up and open the window, release the alcohol, get Qiao Ke up and push him into the bathroom to take a shower.There's a text message on my phone, I didn't notice it was sent last night.

It was sent by Xiang Zhen, with a few simple words, "It will rain tomorrow to cool down."

I thought about it and replied, "Got it, thank you."

The sky was gloomy, and dark clouds were piled up there, preparing for rain at any time.

I found two down jackets and wanted to give one to Qiao Ke, but she despised me, "Go, wear it yourself, can my sister be dressed in the shape of a bread? It's too condescending."

I looked at her bare legs still wearing black stockings, "You deserve it for freezing to death."

"Then you have to save me and take me to the hotel."

It has started to rain patter outside the speaking room, and it is never easy to take a taxi in this kind of weather, so I had to go half a circle around the city to send Qiao Ke back to the hotel for work.

Qiao Ke said that she also had gift boxes of bird’s nests that the hotel had stewed, canned, and vacuum-sealed, and asked me to take them home to make up for it.I have never let go of this kind of white advantage.So follow her to the office to get it.When we got out of the elevator, someone was about to enter the elevator. Qiao Ke greeted the person politely. I glanced at the name tag on his chest. He was also a manager.He was asking another man to advance to the elevator more politely.

The tall man was well-mannered, wearing glasses and a neat suit.But the strange thing is that until the elevator door closed, he was still looking at me with his eyes, as if he met a friend who had been reunited after a long time but was not sure if it was him.

Qiao Ke pushed me, "I see how that man is staring at you obsessively."

I was also very puzzled, "I don't know, I don't know what evil I have committed recently, one or two are staring at me hard, wishing to see me to death."

"Shit, you can have that peach blossom life, or there will be no rotten peaches on the branches, or there will be no flowers and fruit all year round."

"Is there a sister who beats people like you? No amount of bird's nest can make up for my wounded heart."

"Okay, stop." Qiao Ke made a gesture to vomit, "Besides, I'm going to waste food."

After taking the bird's nest, I went to the parking lot to get the car. As soon as I got out of the elevator door, I saw the man who was staring at me just now standing at the door, looking at me with a smile.

The man looks quite upright, maybe he is a good variety of peach blossoms.I was hesitating whether to smile back, but he stretched out his right hand and said politely: "Ms. Gu, hello. My name is Rong Shengzhi, the secretary of President Ye of the Ye Group. We talked on the phone earlier."

So I saved my smile, simply shook his hand and said, "Hi, Mr. Rong, nice to meet you. What can I do?"

Rong Shengzhi immediately put on a look of aggrieved little resentful woman, the speed made me wonder if he had practiced face changing before.He said: "Senior sister, you really don't remember me, I'm so sad."

I opened my mouth wide, "You...are you talking to me?"

Rong Shengzhi looked around, "Is there anyone else here?"

"I'm your senior sister?"

"Senior sister really only sees the senior in her eyes, and she doesn't remember me at all. I also participated in the drama "Dream of the Red Chamber" that senior sister and senior made up back then."

My heart skipped a beat. Six years ago, the Dream of the Red Chamber was staged for the first time on the ancient campus in Tokyo. It was a sensation and showed the essence of Chinese classics to the Japanese. It was once the pride of each of our participants and performers. .

And it was that drama that brought Ye Liulian and I, who had never met before, closer.

I forced my smile, "I'm sorry, it's been too long and I forgot. I'm in a hurry, and I'll talk to you next time I have a chance."

"Oh, if that's the case, Miss Gu, let's get down to business first." In the blink of an eye, the handsome boy turned into a serious professional secretary.

"Please say."

"Mr. Ye has already decided to entrust your company with the reception of the economic forum next month. Ms. Gu must have known about it."

I nodded.

"About the details of the cooperation, Mr. Ye still has a question that he would like to discuss with Ms. Gu face to face. Please."

When he didn't make a gesture of invitation and pointed out the direction, I was thinking about how to refuse, but when I followed the direction he pointed and saw the somewhat familiar extended Lincoln, I knew that I had to go.

Back then, Ye Liulian seemed casual and free and easy, but in his heart he was stubborn to death for what he was looking for, no matter what others said or did, as long as he wanted to persist, he would not give up until he reached his goal.If I don't dispel his doubts now, I'm afraid life will be difficult in the future.

I knew I was no match for him, so I begged Quan Mingzhe to protect himself and pretend to be a grandson, and I would give him whatever he wanted.

There is only one thing, to defend to the death.

That is what he once abandoned like a shoe.

There were only the two of us in the spacious car, and Ye Murong was still wearing a black suit, which was hand-stitched and well-tailored, making him look handsome.Apple's silver thin and light notebook is in hand.Information on the stock market and futures is rolled over and updated from time to time.There was a faint scent of green tea in the car, but it was unclear whether it was Ye Murong's body or the car perfume.

I was wearing a thick down jacket, and it was a little hot in the air-conditioned car, and I was sweating to the touch.

"Take off your clothes when it's hot." The tone was as if I owed him money.

I sneered: "You still like to let girls undress."

Ye Murong's eyes were cold, and there was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, "Why, you're not called Mr. Ye anymore, what about your fake professional smile and grandson attitude?"

"I haven't clocked in yet, and I'm not in working hours. There's no reason to make you happy, right?"

He actually looked at me with great interest and smiled, "Very well, I'm like you if I can say three points without reason."

"I didn't come to listen to your praise. How can I vent my anger, please hurry up, I have to go to work."

Ye Murong's eyes suddenly darkened, he tightly locked my gaze, and he said word by word: "You also know what you owe me."

what do i owe youI really want to grab his collar and ask him, but I know I can't beat him, the one who owes money these days is the uncle. .

I sighed, "What exactly do you want?"

I don't know if it's because the light in the car is too dark, Ye Murong's complexion can be described as gloomy at the moment, he stared into my eyes, and asked slowly: "All these years, you..."

"I'm doing fine."

He smiled self-deprecatingly, "I can tell." After a pause, he asked again: "Your child..."

This is the first time I've seen him like this. He has always acted vigorously and decisively, but it's just a simple homely question, yet it's so difficult to ask.When I mentioned the child, I sneered unconsciously, "Don't worry, it's not yours."

"I know."

Ye Murong's car appeared at the gate of Guan Guan's kindergarten. I guessed that he would check Guan Guan's date of birth, but I couldn't guess what kind of mood he was in to check the identity of the child he didn't want at the beginning.

"Secretary Rong said that you have business to talk to me about."

He leaned back, leaned on the leather backrest, and said expressionlessly, "You haven't clocked in for work yet, so it won't take up your personal time. I have a plane at four o'clock in the afternoon, so I'll bring the contract to the airport."

I want to scold my mother. "it is good."

When I pushed the car door open, he said in a cold voice: "The plane waits for no one, don't make the mistake of being late."

The Japanese are always punctual. During the two years I lived in Japan, I did as the Romans do. I have always been strict on time.For some unknown reason, he was late for the time agreed with Ye Liulian eight out of ten times.Either it was a temporary emergency, or the tram was delayed due to a personal accident, or the tram was delayed due to the weather.He was young and frivolous at that time, and he was praised in the sky, so how could he have so much patience to wait for me.Every time I trotted all the way in front of him, he would yell at me with an expression of wanting to bite me to death, "Grandma, did you come here by bullock cart?"

(End of this chapter)