Chapter 77 Transfer 200000 Good morning...

good morning

This message was sent by a user with the single character "Jue" in his nickname.

Chen Song's groggy head suddenly cleared up. He remembered that Gu Xingjue had added him on WeChat the day before yesterday. Chen Song had been busy with work these past few days, with many patients, and Gu Xingjue was also busy rushing back to Hangzhou to deal with some work matters after being discharged from the hospital. The two of them hadn't exchanged messages.

It was only three days after they added each other on WeChat that Gu Xingjue sent a message. His profile picture was a black and red motorcycle helmet he used to wear, placed on the beach from an overhead angle.

Chen Song rubbed his sore eyes and sat up in bed, feeling as if he were in another world. He had never thought he would add Gu Xingjue on WeChat again in this lifetime.

But if you miss the time when you want something the most, it loses its meaning.

The wind is the coolest around six in the morning in midsummer.

Gu Xingjue sent a message as soon as he woke up. He figured Chen Song might still be asleep at this hour, so he didn't expect to receive a reply. He got up, washed up, and changed into formal clothes. He was in a good mood, so he could finally enjoy breakfast.

His appetite has improved a lot since he was hospitalized. The pain caused him to fall into a coma, which seemed to be a body protection mechanism triggered by not getting enough sleep for more than a year. He spent most of his time sleeping.

Or maybe it was because he felt safe around Chen Song.

The driver was already waiting at the door, and Gu Xingjue went out after having breakfast.

There was a small courtyard in front of the villa. He was walking at the intersection when the cell phone in his trouser pocket vibrated.

Gu Xing suddenly made up his mind and pulled out his phone. The lock screen displayed Little Songbao's "double heart emoji." Seeing the note, his heart beat faster, like a deer fluttering. Chen Song had replied!

Gu Xingjue happily unlocked the screen and opened WeChat, but his eyes dimmed instantly. His face, once a spring breeze, became extremely depressed.

He saw the monotonous interface and sent a good morning reply. Then he received a conspicuous yellow transfer message from the other side.

Transfer amount: 200,000

“…”

So cold, so heartless...

Gu Xingjue's eyes felt inexplicably sore, his fingertips lingered on the screen, he looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, held back his tears, smiled helplessly, and accepted the transfer.

Sent a message asking: Are you awake?

【Decision】: Remember to eat breakfast "love emoji"

Gu Xingjue also felt a little strange. He didn't know why, but over the past year or so, whenever he thought of Chen Song, he always wanted to cry.

He had cried only a few times in the first half of his life. He was a tough, strong man who hadn't shed a tear even after falling off a cliff and being nearly crippled. But when Chen Song said he didn't want him anymore, his heart broke into pieces.

Was it because of the law of nature? He had originally thought he was born with this defect and rarely cried. After breaking up with Chen Song, he almost had to pay back all the tears he had owed in the first half of his life. Even a grown man had turned into a whimpering little girl.

Uncle Wu, the driver, was unusually happy to see his boss was fine when he left. He'd been Gu Xingjue's driver for over a year, and he'd barely seen him smile. He seemed a changed man after his hospital visit. It felt like... a gentle spring breeze, a tough guy with a soft heart?

This feeling lasted until just now, when Gu Xingjue glanced at his phone and turned back into the gloomy man with a heavy expression, as if he carried a thunderstorm cloud with him, and his aura was extremely depressed.

"Good morning, Mr. Gu." Uncle Wu tried to ease the atmosphere.

"Yeah." Gu Xingjue said sullenly, bending down to get into the car and close the door.

Uncle Wu glanced in the rearview mirror, but the pain didn't ease at all. He was so angry that he just had to drive quietly.

Gu Xingjue became more and more depressed the more he thought about it. He didn't feel better until he got to the company. He picked up his phone and sent a message to Chen Song without getting discouraged:

I'm at the company and working. If I haven't replied to you, it means I'm busy. I will reply to you when I'm free.

After sending the message, Gu Xingjue read it over and over again, feeling a little relieved. Then he put his phone back in his pocket and walked into the company building. Many people greeted him along the way, and Gu Xingjue responded indifferently.

While waiting for the elevator, Gu Xingjue couldn't help but take out his mobile phone. No one sent him a message, so he clicked on the WeChat chat interface with Chen Song and read it over and over again. In fact, there was no information to read, but he just read it with gusto. From time to time, he clicked on Chen Song's avatar to see what was filled in his personal homepage.

Chen Song's profile picture was a sea of ​​gray, just like him: cold and icy. His nickname was 1, and his WeChat ID was a string of unedited gibberish. His region was honestly listed as Vancouver.

It seems quite casual.

Gu Xingjue knew that in Chen Song's eyes, WeChat was just a software required for work and did not need to be managed at all.

Gu Xingjue couldn't help but smile, and this smile made the people around him shudder.

Several people looked at each other in bewilderment. Did the sun rise from the west? Their CEO Gu smiled???

The elevator arrived and Gu Xingjue entered. The ascent was still long, so he took out his phone again. The circle on the WeChat interface kept spinning, but there was no signal in the elevator, so he couldn't look at his phone. What if he missed Chen Song's WeChat message?

The elevator door finally opened, but Chen Song didn't reply. Gu Xingjue frowned slightly. He must be busy to ignore him. He would definitely reply when he was no longer busy.

After calming down and feeling a little happier, he strode to the office and sat down on a chair. He took out his phone and checked it again. Chen Song still hadn't sent the message. But it didn't matter, he would send it.

Gu Xingjue took a photo of his office desk and sent it over.

I'm at work, wife.

His wife deleted and typed it, but finally deleted it. He wanted to scream, but Chen Song might be angry.

Finally, I just sent: I'm going to work

When Wen Zhuo came in to hand over the documents, he waited for a while. It was rare for Gu Xingjue to be so focused on fiddling with his phone.

Gu Xingjue rarely checks his phone; he works entirely on DingTalk, his work computer managed by his two secretaries and Wen Zhuo. Wen Zhuo also verbally reports and organizes all other collaborative matters.

Wen Zhuo saw Gu Xingjue put his phone away. He opened his mouth to speak, but saw him take it out and stare at the screen, so he closed his mouth again. He hesitated for a while, and only when Gu Xingjue stopped looking at his phone did he step forward and hand over the documents.

"Mr. Gu, this is the project cooperation letter from Luoshe Group. You expressed interest two months ago."

Gu Xingjue took it and flipped through a few pages: "Hmm."

"Go prepare for the meeting at 8 o'clock."

"good."

Gu Xingjue had just returned to the company the night before yesterday and had spent the past two days handing over information to Gu Yiming. Only today did he have time to listen to the recent reports.

Gu Xingjue sat at the head of the conference room, flanked by department directors. They were all excellent managers brought from Beijing and knew Gu Xingjue's decisiveness.

Directors were always apprehensive when making reports, as they were always scolded and ordered to regroup. The monthly summary report was the most depressing moment, with everyone's face solemn, and some even looked as if they were ready to face death.

The King of Hell hadn't come for over two months, letting them live happily ever after. Having escaped two rounds of judgment, they were feeling guilty and anxious, always feeling that happiness would turn into tragedy. This time, he was sure to strike hard.

What made everyone feel a little strange was that their CEO was absent-mindedly playing with his phone this time???

Every director who came up to make a report was still giving Gu Xingjue a firm look the previous second, then glanced at the time on the PPT, and turned back. Gu Xingjue's eyes had already fallen on the mobile phone screen.

Not even... not even making a fuss.

I didn’t criticize them for the content I wasn’t satisfied with, I just gave them a few suggestions and then sent them off???

After the meeting, the directors whispered:

"I always feel..."

"I understand! I understand! Right, I feel the same way!"

"What on earth is he looking at?"

"Who knows, but it's a miracle that he didn't curse."

"Thank God, I didn't get scolded. If I saw him frown, I would have been heartbroken and ready to get scolded."

"He...could it be that I rely on falling in love?"

"Don't tell me, don't tell me, that expression really looks like he's been waiting anxiously for Crush to reply!"

"I heard that he went to see the boss lady during this vacation."

"It's so funny, why did you call me?"

"Didn't you see him wearing that ring? It really looks like that to me."

"Then why haven't I heard from the Gu family that he's married?"

"Who knows? Maybe they're secretly married, with a celebrity? Or maybe they're being kept by someone, who knows..."

Gu Xingjue waited anxiously and expectantly for a whole day, but Chen Song still hadn't replied. He found this feeling strange and novel, almost like a slave to his phone, waiting for good news, but he reveled in it.

It wasn't until the next morning that another bright yellow frame was sent from the other side.

Transfer: 200000

Gu Xingjue: “…”

I laughed out loud, what should I do? She's so cool and yet so cute. Gu Xingjue felt like he was sick.

After five days of continuous transfers, Chen Song disappeared. Gu Xingjue was still puzzled, but after thinking about it, he remembered.

Oh, Chen Song said he would pay him back one million, transferring 20 a day, and it was all paid off in five days. The next time Chen Song spoke to him, he would have to wait a month.

Gu Xingjue felt as if he had understood the meaning of life. It was karma. Just as he had ignored Chen Song before, so Chen Song was repaying him.

At the end of August, the scorching heat reached its climax. Aside from a single transfer on August 15th, Chen Song still hadn't responded to any of his messages.

Chen Song thought Gu Xingjue was just trying to be interesting and wouldn't post again in a day or two. After all, no one could keep trying to please someone who was not welcome. Chen Song had experienced that pain firsthand, and he didn't believe someone as proud as Gu Xingjue would lower his dignity to do such a thing over and over again.

Chen Song did not deny that there was some element of revenge involved.

One day, two days, a week, half a month, a month, Gu Xingjue sent him multiple messages every day. Good morning, good night, what he had eaten, and what he had eaten. Even though he wasn't in Vancouver, he would still report the weather there. If it was hot, he would remind him to drink some iced tea to cool down and not be reluctant to run the air conditioner for too long. If it was raining, he would remind him to bring an umbrella and take a hot shower if he got caught in the rain.

Report your daily life, where you went on a business trip today, which partner you had a drinking party with the other day. Say you behaved well, didn't drink too much, went home right after the party, and didn't get close to anyone. Recommend what special dishes you had today, take photos of what beautiful scenery you saw tomorrow...

Gu Xingjue integrated his life into the narrow chat frame. Every time Chen Song lay exhausted on the bed after get off work, he would read his story and understand his life as if he were reading a heartwarming novel.

He underestimated Gu Xingjue's determination. When he came to his senses, he suddenly remembered that Gu Xingjue had already been kneeling in front of him, crying and begging him not to leave.

Didn't Gu Xingjue, who had completely abandoned his dignity, appear in Vancouver a year ago on that rare snowy night?

…

It is very hot and humid in Hangzhou today, and it looks like a thunderstorm is coming.

Gu Xingjue had just returned from a business trip to Country A. When he arrived at the company, it was already past the time for employees to get off work, and most of the employees had already left.

Wen Zhuo followed him to the company entrance.

Gu Xingjue saw from a distance a man holding a bouquet of flowers standing at the door.

The bouquet was unique and creative. It was a bunch of strawberries. Each strawberry was wrapped in plastic wrap, then surrounded by floral paper. It was delicate and beautiful. Small lights were wrapped around it, reflecting the red glow of the strawberries.

Then a woman ran out from the hall in high heels and called the man's name. The man smiled and handed the strawberry flowers behind him to the woman.

The woman blinked, her eyes sparkling with surprise, and exclaimed, "Strawberry Blossom?! Why are you here? Didn't you say you couldn't come?"

"Surprise! Tomorrow is Qixi Festival and we don't have a day off. I took the day off to come here. I made this myself! Do you like it?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" The woman nodded. "I like it, I like it!"

"Are you off work yet? Are you going to leave?"

The woman hesitated for a while, and suddenly saw Gu Xingjue approaching in front of her.

"Mr. Gu, you're back."

Gu Xingjue said "hmm", glanced at the bunch of strawberry flowers and passed by the two of them: "Secretary Su, go back and rest."

Su Bai was stunned for a moment, thinking she had misheard. She had been supposed to work overtime today to wait for Gu Xingjue to come back and report on his work. Unexpectedly, Gu Xingjue let her go back for the first time.

She suddenly felt excited and grateful.

"Okay! Thank you, Mr. Gu." After saying that, Su Bai hugged her boyfriend and went home happily to enjoy their own world.

But she hadn't taken a few steps when she heard Gu Xingjue's voice behind her: "Wait."

Su Bai froze. No way, no way, this couldn't be possible. Would this man, who always kept his word, change his mind and ask him to go back to work overtime?

It’s better not to give her hope!

Su Bai wanted to pretend not to hear, but for the sake of his job, he turned around reluctantly and smiled, "What's the matter, Mr. Gu?"

She was feeling nervous, but her boyfriend hugged her and said, "It's okay, I'll wait for you."

Su Bai looked at him aggrievedly with her watery eyes, and then Gu Xingjue stood in front of them.

"Hmm...Excuse me, how is this flower made?"