President, Our Egg Is Lost

The president's office on the 46th floor of Hongsheng Building.

Cheng Yutang sat on the leather chair, folded his hands on the desk, frowning between his eyebrows.

"President Cheng, when can the meeting start?" First Chief Assistant Zhao Baixin brought the brewed coffee to the table and asked cautiously.

From the moment he entered the elevator lobby, he felt that something was wrong with Mr. Cheng. He didn't sit in the special elevator, and he actually squeezed the employee elevator with a younger brother who delivered food. When I entered the office, I didn’t go into work immediately as I did in the past. Instead, I sat in a position without saying a word, as if wandering away from the outside world for more than three minutes. Several department managers who had been called for overtime meetings were aired in the conference room. It was really true. Somewhat strange.

Cheng Yutang returned to his senses and asked instead, "Xiao Zhao, do you remember what I did in Xingcheng at the end of December last year?"

"remember."

Zhao Baixin's ability to be the first chief assistant is definitely outstanding. One of them is his good memory, not to mention remembering the mileage of the past year and Tang’s daily schedule, leaving Ning City for a business trip to Xingcheng. I was quite impressed. I immediately replied in an orderly manner while recalling: "You went to Xingcheng on December 20th. You have successively met with some local real estate developers and officials from relevant government departments to discuss Xingcheng High-tech. On the issue of the development and construction of the science and technology park, a preliminary cooperation intention was reached. On Christmas Eve on the 24th, you took the time to meet an old classmate. The next morning you received a call from home and flew directly to the capital... "

Cheng Yutang interrupted his narration: "Where did I live on Christmas Eve?"

"Uh, wait a minute, let me take a look."

This Zhao Baixin couldn't remember it anymore, and quickly took out his mobile phone to look up last year's electronic itinerary record sheet. Because that hotel is not a well-known international hotel, it was only opened by a small local owner in Xingcheng, which is barely four-star. When Han Qing, Cheng Yutang’s old classmate, was the nephew of the little hotel owner, he was a hostess at the hotel. Cheng and Tang drank two more glasses that night and simply stayed there for one night.

Afterwards, Cheng Yutang didn't mention anything about chatting with her old classmates, and the two didn't contact them much later, indicating that that day was of little importance to Cheng Yutang, and Zhao Baixin forgot about that day. I don't know why Mr. Cheng suddenly mentioned this.

"I found it. You are staying at Xinhao Hotel. Mr. Han has arranged a large suite for you. Any questions?"

The problem is big. Cheng Yutang's brows wrinkled tighter.

He also remembered very clearly what happened during the day on Christmas Eve last year. He planned to return to Ning City in the afternoon after all the official business was discussed at noon. However, he received a call from his classmate Han Qingshi in middle school and changed his itinerary later that day.

Han Qingshi sat at the front and back tables with Cheng and Tang for a period of time. Han Qingshi was very smart and had good grades. He was close to Xueba Cheng and Tang at one time. After the college entrance examination, Cheng Yutang went abroad to study, and had little contact with all his classmates, including Han Qingshi. Five years later, he came back and gradually took over the family group company. On the one hand, he was busy with work, and on the other hand he was low-key, even less with his old classmates. What's going on.

Han Qingshi said on the phone that he wanted to be a host at the hotel opened by his uncle, and recounted the old times with him. Cheng Yutang was a little surprised and developed a bit of nostalgia. Because he had nothing to do, he went to Xinhao Hotel on time. make an appointment.

I haven't seen him for more than ten years. As a handsome talent once recognized by the school, Han Qingshi's appearance and figure have not changed much, but the person has become a lot slick, and the clear eyes of the past are also a little more shrewd and marketable. During the dinner, he first complimented Cheng and Tang for a long time, then talked about the domestic and international situation, and then took out a planning book, and talked about his project in Xingcheng, how good the development prospects are, and how much profit will be in the future. It's not bad, but he is still relatively young in Xingcheng and has insufficient contacts. I hope Cheng Yutang can reach out and help him.

Cheng Yutang said it was false not to be disappointed, but he did not refuse Han Qingshi's request. As Han Qingshi said, this busyness is just a matter of effort for him. Thinking about the friendship of the old classmates, he gave Han Qingshi the phone number of a developer who has a good cooperative relationship with Hongsheng and has a good personal relationship with him. , And also stated that this is the first and last time.

Han Qingshi couldn't help but overjoyed and almost knocked over the glass.

Cheng Yutang's drinking volume was not bad, but he drank two more glasses after repeated persuasion during the Han Qing period, and became drunk three to four times, so after dinner, the enthusiasm of Han Qing stayed in Xinhao Hotel.

The memory in the back was a little confused, as if she had had a stimulating and fascinating dream.

After Cheng Yutang entered the vulgarly furnished suite, he found a teenager lying on the big bed in the bedroom. His appearance and body were quite outstanding. It was much more pleasing to the eye than the popular little fresh meat. You can tell who arranged it without asking. And these days, there are many people who are willing to sell themselves for a certain purpose.

Cheng Yutang came out of the closet with his family ten years ago. Although he did not publicize it to the outside world, he did not deliberately cover up his sexuality. If you want to inquire about it, you can always get a little bit of information. Han Qingshi is so smart and asks for himself, so he must have done the preparatory work ahead of time.

Probably because of taking the medicine, the teenager was a little confused, showing a strange state of fusion of youthfulness and unrestrainedness, and inexplicably met Cheng and Tang's appetite. In addition to alcohol, Cheng Yutang, who had never been interested in this kind of tricks, didn't control himself for a while, and covered the teenager.

The young man was so strong that he was quite resisted at first, and his mouth was screaming with pain while his teeth and claws were flaring. The two almost started fighting on the bed. When Cheng Yutang was embarrassed, he was aroused by the male's desire to conquer. He was not bad in fitness physique all the year round, and he occupied the advantage of physique and skill. He got through the key in three or two, and the young man quickly received his thorns and softened it. , And even took the initiative to wrap around him like a big white and slippery fish.

Then it was a night of hearty, hearty and fun.

Satisfied afterwards, Cheng Yutang took a shower and was hesitating whether to open another room to sleep or to make up for the night with the teenager who had passed out. When his father suddenly called and informed his mother of abdominal pain in the middle of the night, he was admitted to the hospital. Appendicitis has attacked and the operation has just been completed.

Known father Mo Ruozi, Cheng Yutang understands the meaning of the old man's words, but hopes that he can rush home as soon as possible. Fortunately, after his beloved wife wakes up, he will receive greetings and comfort from his son as soon as possible. What time is it, it is inconvenient for him to be a son.

The old man has always been so unreasonable, Cheng Yutang ignored it most of the time, but things were different this time. He hadn't been home for a while, and he really missed his mother, so he didn't care about how young he was, so he left Xingcheng overnight and returned to the capital.

Then...there is no more.

Although the experience that night was a bit special, Cheng Yutang would occasionally reminisce about it when he was free, but it only stopped there. He hadn't mentioned it to anyone, including Zhao Baixin, who didn't know what happened, and over time he would forget it.

After all, it was just a transaction, and after the transaction, the two cleared each other. He was even blacklisted for Han Qingshi, and he was unlikely to have anything to do with a teenager with an unknown surname.

But after nine months, just now in the elevator lobby, Cheng Yutang clearly saw the boy again.

Actually I saw it more than two months ago, but I didn't get a quick glance last time. This time I took a closer look. Although he was wearing a ridiculously inferior takeout costume, he was sure that he was that person.

However, when the young man saw him, he did not show the expected emotions such as shyness, panic, or flattery. Instead, he gave him a good look, and then threw him away to deliver the food. It seemed that he did not recognize him.

seem.

Cheng Yutang wasn't sure that this was just a coincidence, the other party really forgot about himself, or someone deliberately arranged the game, wanting to play a trick of wanting to get caught.

No matter which one it is, it makes him unhappy, and he must do something to change his mood.

"Cheng, should we cancel the meeting tonight and open it tomorrow?"

Seeing that Mr. Cheng hadn't spoken for a long time, Zhao Baixin looked absent-minded, so he had to ask again.

Cheng Yutang said: "No, you go to the conference room to prepare first, I will come in three minutes."

"Yes."

When Zhao Baixin left the office, Cheng and Tang took out their mobile phones, called a person's number from the blacklist in the address book, and then dialed it.

Soon, the phone was connected, and before he said anything, a pleasantly familiar and unfamiliar voice came from the other side: "Yutang, is that you?"

"it's me."

"It's been more than half a year. I thought you forgot about your old classmates! How are you doing? Are you as busy as before? I saw an interview with you in a financial magazine two days ago. Saying that you are always so busy that you have become a trapeze."

"more or less."

"Oh, you are the president. You don't have to work so hard. Just leave those messy things to the people below. It's not like I started from scratch and had to do everything by myself. By the way, last time..."

"When Han Qing, I called to ask, do you know Ji Xiaoyu's current situation?"

"What kind of little rain? Is this a personal name? How does it sound so funny..."

"Well, I see. Sorry, I have something right now, goodbye."

It seems that there is no more news in this regard. Cheng Yutang hung up the phone, and easily blacked Han Qingshi's number again, then got up and straightened his sleeves and went to the conference room for a meeting.