Chapter 10 Two Idiots Pursuing 380 Styles

This is a relatively high-end five-star restaurant, located on the pedestrian street opposite the university town.

The average spending per person for dinner was over 1,000 yuan. Song Zhiyu had booked a private room long ago, but when he went to the restroom during the meal, he was stopped by several CEOs of cooperative partners who were also dining there.

If they were partners, the cooperation was already eight hundred years ago. As Song Zhiyu gradually emerged in the business circle, those former partners were no longer worthwhile to continue the cooperation.

They happened to meet in a restaurant, and the bosses thought that making themselves familiar with each other would be better than sitting in the office waiting.

They gathered around and started chatting.

Song Zhiyu was not interested at all. He was a casual person, but not so arrogant as to make enemies with people in the circle.

I just listened patiently to these people chattering about which place is best for horse racing, which place is best for taking the family on a trip, which pond can catch big fish...

Song Zhiyu put his hands in his trouser pockets and didn't listen much, but would respond once or twice from time to time.

The attitude is not enthusiastic.

While trying to find an excuse, he glanced at the little penguin in black, holding a cell phone and walking in.

The other person had obviously seen him first, and he resolutely turned his back to him, with his head lowered. Even if he couldn't see the expression on his face, he could clearly feel that it was written all over his body -

Can’t see me… Can’t see me…

Song Zhiyu raised the corner of his eye.

Suddenly he raised his hand and opened his mouth to shout.

"Ashi..."

A very intimate name.

Zhu Yanshi paused, he was very familiar with this kind of scene.

Song Zhiyu was obviously looking for excuses and had no time to listen to those people's pretentious self-recommendations.

And my appearance is the perfect reason.

This kind of scene has happened to me countless times.

Zhu Yanshi turned around with a dead heart, and a fake smile appeared on his face, as if he had just seen Song Zhiyu.

"What a coincidence...senpai."

What a coincidence.

We came together.

Song Zhiyu smiled amiably and looked like a very nice human being.

"Didn't you invite me to dinner?"

Expose it directly.

He reached out and hooked his hand around Zhu Yanshi's shoulder. The fingers on the boy's shoulder pinched a little flesh on Zhu Yanshi's arm and twisted it gently.

The corners of Zhu Yanshi's mouth twitched.

"Ah!" He raised his hand and knocked his head.

"Look at my memory. I was so nervous when I saw these gentlemen were so impressive."

Smile, keep smirking.

When Song Zhiyu met Zhu Yan, he was like a man who had not been seen for three days and he immediately looked at him with new eyes.

When the two turned to leave, Song Zhiyu said something in a sarcastic tone.

"Your dog legs make me sick."

Zhu Yanshi rolled his eyes beautifully.

"I thought Mr. Song would thank me for letting bygones be bygones."

The two men still maintained the posture of close brothers. When they pushed open the door of the box, the two people sitting inside looked straight at them.

It fell on Song Zhiyu's hand which was pressed against Zhu Yanshi's shoulder.

The box was very quiet, and the light covering the table reflected on the profiles of the two people sitting at the table.

Song Zhiyu's fingers stiffened and his mind suddenly became clear.

What is he doing?

He dodged to the sides almost at the same time as Zhu Yanshi.

The air was silent for a moment, with only the sound of overlapping breathing.

"I was just in the restroom and got harassed by a former partner, and he came to help me out."

Song Zhiyu cleared his throat.

"We have nothing."

Zhu Yanshi didn't know why he felt guilty as if he had been caught cheating.

He smiled awkwardly and sat in the empty seat at the side.

"Mr. Song and Zhu Yanshi seem to have a really good relationship..."

Fu Qi'an, who was sitting next to him, suddenly spoke in a sarcastic tone.

This sentence was very familiar, and Song Zhiyu choked while drinking tea.

Fu Qi'an quietly finished off the opponent.

"I'm so envious..."

As soon as the voice fell, Zhu Yanshi looked over as if he was mad.

"What are you crazy about?"

Fu Qi'an: "..."

Is it possible that I am the sponsor?

Zhu Yanshi grabbed a handful of fried beans on the table and put them in his mouth, chewing them slowly. Then he saw Song Zhiyu, who was holding a teacup, pick up the teapot on the table with an indifferent expression.

It was natural for me to start washing the dishes for Yuan Qing.

"Yuan Qing's friends are also my friends."

The man's movements were graceful. He poured the hot tea into the porcelain bowl, put the spoon and chopsticks next to it into it, and stirred it gently.

He drained the water and looked at Yuan Qing with a smile on his face.

"We can't just be like enemies when we meet, right Yuan Qing?"

Yuan Qing didn't say anything. He took the dishes and chopsticks handed to him by the other party and stared at the table in a daze for a while.

At this moment, the door of the private room was pushed open and the waiter began to place the dishes on the table one by one.

Braised prawns, roasted squab, stir-fried tendons, three-fresh soup, steamed sea bass, duck blood vermicelli, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, stir-fried kidney slices...

Three people, eight dishes.

Zhu Yanshi was so disappointed that he was distracted by the dishes and stared at the delicious stir-fried dishes illuminated by the light from above his head.

look up.

"Who's treating?"

"I."

Fu Qi'an curled the corners of his mouth with a forced smile.

“You just…”

As soon as the voice fell, Zhu Yanshi put down his chopsticks very tactfully, jumped up from the chair, bent down, and stretched out his hand with a fist to give Fu Qian'an a shoulder massage in a flattering manner.

“Oh my…”

"Boss Fu is so generous!"

"You know, following Senior Fu brings all kinds of benefits!"

"I just said that Senior Fu is so generous!"

Fu Qian'an didn't react in time to this series of moves. It's not like he hasn't met people around him who wanted to curry favor with him.

He is eloquent and speaks kind words one after another, which can make people feel comfortable.

Zhu Yanshi's move was too deliberate!

And perfunctory!

But Fu Qi'an didn't find it disgusting at all.

Looking at the other person circling around him with a smile on his face, his bright eyes slightly curved, there was something inexplicably cute about it.

Fu Qi'an subconsciously sat up straight and cleared his throat.

"Just sit down and eat..."

Zhu Yanshi stood up straight and saluted.

"Thank you, Mr. Fu."

Song Zhiyu, who was sitting on the side, just felt it was too embarrassing to watch.

How can there be such superficial and petty people in this world?

For a meal, you can flatter others with a smile on your face!

In the box, the atmosphere instantly became lively because of Zhu Yanshi's appearance.

Before the people arrived just now, Yuan Qing, Song Zhiyu, Fu Qi'an and a few others were sitting in the box. The topics they talked about were stiff and dry, and they were very formal. You asked a question and I answered it. There was no lively atmosphere like now.

Yuan Qing's eyes were always on Zhu Yanshi. When he looked away, he could feel that Song Zhiyu, who was sitting next to him, was also looking at Zhu Yanshi.

Inside, my emotions hit rock bottom.

Very unhappy.

Extremely unhappy.

I feel like my baby is being targeted by others.

The question that kept revolving in my mind was why Zhu Yanshi was so nice to others...

Why does Zhu Yanshi smile so beautifully at others...

During the meal, Zhu Yanshi noticed in time that Yuan Qing was not in a good mood. He just lowered his head and ate in silence.

He didn't say anything and even the smile on his face disappeared.

He reached out and touched Fu Qian'an's arm, lowering his voice.

"Yuan Qing is not in a good mood..."

"Help him serve the soup."

Fu Qi'an's gaze turned to Yuan Qing's eyelashes. He stood up, picked up the empty bowl next to the man, and scooped a bowl of three-fresh soup into it.

When he put the soup next to Yuan Qing, the other party came back to his senses, looked up at him, and finally a faint smile appeared on his face.

Yuan Qing is really beautiful.

Her skin is very white, and her facial features are like a stroke of extremely bold ink. Her eyes are starry, her nose is high, and her lips are full and bright red.

It's pleasing to the eye when she looks up with a smile.

On the other hand, Zhu Yanshi, who had no manners when eating...

At most, it can be considered... cute?

"Are you unhappy?" Fu Qi'an asked in a low voice.

Yuan Qing took a sip of the soup without looking at Fu Qi'an, but his eyes were cold as he looked at the soup.

"No, I'm just a little tired lately."

"You should rest."

Zhu Yanshi answered, his plump lips stained with some oil, looking shiny.

He picked up another piece of fish with his chopsticks.

"You've been staying up late every day lately, and your dark circles have become much heavier."

"What did the instructor say just now?"

Yuan Qing looked up, stood up, and put some shrimp into Zhu Yanshi's bowl.

"Nothing, just checking the situation..."

Zhu Yanshi smiled and took a bite of the shrimp that Yuan Qing gave him, then glanced proudly at the two people next to him.

Look, why don’t you try to curry favor with him?

As the voice fell, the phone in Yuan Qing's pocket vibrated. He took out the phone and glanced at the caller ID.

He stood up, and when passing by Zhu Yanshi, he bent down and put his lips against the boy's earlobe.

Hot air sprayed out, but the corner of her eye was observing the movements of the two men next to her.

"I'm going to answer a phone call."

The voice is low and a little husky and sexy.

Zhu Yanshi felt a little itchy in his earlobe. He dodged to the side for a moment, looked up at Yuan Qing who was looking down at him, and nodded.

"good."

The pink tip of the tongue slid across the plump lips stained with oil.

Before Yuan Qing turned and left, the color in his eyes darkened several levels.

The box fell silent, and the sound of the door closing echoed around.

When Zhu Yanshi raised his head, the people sitting opposite him and next to him were staring at his face.

"What are you staring at me for?"

"Have you noticed that my looks are miles ahead of yours?"

“…”

“…”

Thinking that someone licking their lips is sexy is definitely an illusion!

Song Zhiyu held his forehead with his hand.

He probably hasn't seen anyone good-looking in a long time.

I actually feel attracted to such a rude and barbaric person...

Zhu Yanshi didn't notice the strange atmosphere. He just kept shaking his head as he looked at the two young masters who had already put down their chopsticks.

"How can you catch up like this?"

The boy took a bite of the roasted pigeon leg.

"Yuan Qing is obviously unhappy, can't you see?"

"If people can't truly empathize, don't their words of comfort seem pale and powerless?"

Song Zhiyu took out a piece of paper and wiped his mouth, then threw the tissue on the table and tilted his head to look at Zhu Yanshi who was still eating.

The boy's eating movements were not at all gentle. His pink lips were covered with a layer of oily sheen, his cheeks were puffed up, and his long eyelashes cast a long shadow on his cheeks.

Eat very seriously.

It looks very appetizing.

"So you just sit there?"

Zhu Yanshi turned the table and added another bowl of rice to the empty bowl.

"Do you have worms in your stomach?"

Fu Qi'an suddenly mentioned this, with a tone of disgust.

Zhu Yanshi rolled his eyes.

“I just can’t stand waste.”

He stuffed the hot rice into his mouth and spoke vaguely.

“You’ve never been hungry…”

"Emotional value is essential in love. A good suitor should not only be able to provide practical help, but also, ideally, be able to provide strong emotional value."

Zhu Yanshi knocked the table with his fist. "Divert their attention. Talk about something happy or interesting. At least it can help them get out of their bad mood."

The boy's voice was not loud, but it floated clearly into the ears of the two people.

“I don’t understand this.”

He curled his lips and complained.

"Two idiots."