Chapter 97 I Know I Can See

"Do you know each other?"

As soon as Chen Shiyi opened his mouth, his eyes were fixed on Zhu Yanshi's face.

Looking at the two of them leaning against each other's shoulders and whispering, it's obvious that they have a close relationship.

For some reason, Chen Shiyi felt a little unhappy inside.

I felt uncomfortable, as if I had finally found my treasure, but it was suddenly snatched away by a stranger.

This feeling continued to grow, and hostility arose naturally.

"Ah, my old boss."

Zhu Yanshu nodded. Just as he finished speaking, the person in front of him suddenly reached out and grabbed his hand. With a little force on his fingers, he pulled the person towards him.

"Come here..."

Chen Shiyi's expression remained serious. He maintained the same posture as when he grabbed Zhu Yan's wrist and stared at Song Zhiyu vigilantly.

This kind of businessman who is handsome, has status and financial resources is the best at playing with people's feelings. He is not someone a simple young man like Zhu Yanshi can mess with.

Lowered his voice.

"Stay away from people like this."

"Zhu Yanshi."

Song Zhiyu also spoke, his voice clearer amid the noisy crowd.

He raised his eyes, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and regained his usual arrogant look, glancing at Chen Shiyi.

"Perhaps you should explain to me who he is?"

It’s a bit like the queen is asking for an explanation.

His eyes were fixed on Zhu Yanshi's face.

Zhu Yanshi was a little afraid of what he would say next -

I, your humble servant, would like to expose Concubine Xi's adultery.

"Didn't I tell you just now?"

Start playing dumb.

He felt that in this situation, he looked like an unforgivable scumbag.

I have to hire one person outside while I stay at home...

All eyes fell on his face, and it suddenly froze in place.

Zhu Yanshi's eyes rolled around, with an awkward smile on his face.

"He's my childhood friend."

He pointed his thumb at the boy next to him.

Song Zhiyu raised the corner of his eye and his gaze swept quietly over Chen Shiyi's smug face.

He snorted coldly, continued to speak, and started to be sarcastic.

"Then you have a lot of childhood friends..."

"You didn't have a childhood friend?"

Zhu Yanshi blurted out this sentence, and only after saying it did he realize that he was slapping the other person in the face.

“…”

Song Zhiyu glanced at him coldly.

Fortunately, Xiao Song is always a decent person. Not only was he not angry, but he also forced a scary fake smile on his face.

“…I didn’t come here for any other reason. I just wanted to get to know you all so that we can collaborate on future projects.”

As he spoke, he picked up the highball glass on the table next to him and raised his hand forward.

The light that peeked out from a pair of dark eyes was somewhat threatening.

The CEO has already given me such a great deal of face. Even if I don't know the ways of the world, I know that I can't leave at this time.

Under the constant eye hints from the person in charge next to them, the Manta members all picked up the wine glasses on the table. When the glasses were about to clink together, a glass extended from the side touched Song Zhiyu's glass first.

Make a crisp sound.

"I toast to you, Mr. Song!"

Zhu Yanshi drank all the champagne in the glass in one gulp, blocking the semi-threatening toast.

Song Zhiyu retracted the smile on his lips, raised the corner of his eyes, and withdrew his hand.

His eyes were fixed quietly on Zhu Yanshi's face.

really.

He defended himself like that just because of work, not because of any emotion.

At this moment, I don’t even know whether to laugh or cry.

We should be thankful that his feelings for these children are only for the protection of his work.

I should be sad about my previous clown-like self-righteousness.

The surrounding air was constantly squeezed, presenting a semi-stagnant state.

Song Zhiyu sighed, drank the wine in the glass, and left only one sentence as he passed by the young man.

"I won't make things difficult for you. I'll wait for you at the East Gate after the show."

The words that were held in my throat, suppressed and about to be spit out -

I miss you so much.

Finally swallowed it.

Zhu Yanshi naturally knew that Song Zhiyu didn't care about this matter for his sake. Seeing the other party's back as he left, he felt a sense of loneliness.

Did he come here just for work, or did he come here to follow me?

Zhu Yanshi had to seriously think about the problem he had been avoiding.

He grew up being independent and self-reliant, and he values ​​his career more than anything else. He knows too well how difficult life can be without money.

Feelings are the least worth mentioning things.

He doesn't believe in love, let alone the love of a superior.

But now, he was a little confused. On the one hand, he saw the other party's efforts, but on the other hand, he was unwilling to believe it easily.

Hey.

Why can he get happiness so easily?

Why can he enjoy this relationship as a matter of course without going through layers of suffering?

No one would know that hidden within his self-confidence was his extreme inferiority complex and a strong sense of unworthiness.

For him, happiness is not something that can be easily obtained; it is even a luxury.

Not to mention the sense of security that feelings bring.

The young man stared at the air in a daze until his sleeve was pulled. He turned his head and saw Chen Shiyi's dark eyes.

"Are you okay?"

"We can handle this kind of thing. We don't need you to save face..."

He curled his lips and pulled Zhu Yanshi to sit down.

“This variety show doesn’t have to be on…”

"What's the origin of the Song family?"

Zhang Luchen narrowed his eyes, came closer, and spoke in an extremely bad tone.

"At worst, I can just ask my dad to cast a show..."

"I really gave them face..."

"Public figures, please watch your words."

Zhu Yanshi glanced over indifferently.

The boy regained his composure and had a serious expression, no longer as careless as before. Instead, he exuded a very pure bking flavor.

It's so cool.

Faced with such an attitude, the others were not angry. Instead, they lowered their heads and stopped talking.

Everything went smoothly until the banquet ended, and the Song Group decided to invest in the project.

The host conducted the final closing segment, inviting the variety show guests and the last investor to shake hands, express gratitude, and take a group photo.

Song Kai stood in the middle of the stage, his posture casual, with a very friendly smile on his face. After shaking hands with several young people, his eyes fell on Zhu Yanshi who was waiting on the side.

The touch was instantaneous and then separated, and before the other party could notice, his eyes were fixed calmly on the camera in front of him.

"...I heard that this is Mr. Song's first time investing in the entertainment industry. I'd like to interview him. Why did you choose this show?"

The host asked the above questions according to the script that he had just made.

I thought the other party would give an official and decent answer.

Maybe it’s because of the strong cast of the show, because of the director, or at worst because of Manta.

The result is neither.

The man took the microphone, his eyes as deep as a pool looking at another person through the camera.

"I have confidence in his ability to do the job."

He only said this, handed the microphone back, then turned and walked off the stage, deliberately choosing the direction of the stairs on the left.

As he passed by Zhu Yan, a smiling voice with a slightly hoarse ending drifted away.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

The man walked off the stage, followed by his special assistant. After leaving the backstage, he was blocked at the corner of the aisle.

The noise inside the field seemed to be out of tune with them and had nothing to do with them at this moment.

Song Zhiyu leaned against the wall, tapping the ground lightly with his toes again and again, playing with a plastic lighter in his hand.

It made a crackling sound.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, he stopped what he was doing and turned his head.

"What did you mean by that on stage?"

Song Kai stopped and tilted his head slightly. The special assistant turned around and left tactfully. They were the only two people in this small area.

Silence permeated the air, the sounds of breathing intertwined, and the first round of fighting had begun.

"What is your purpose in coming here to invest in this project?"

“Sometimes I just don’t understand you.”

Song Zhiyu stood up straight and put the lighter into his pocket.

"I asked you before, and you said you had no plans to get involved in any entertainment industry projects. What do you mean today?"

"You like him, and I admire him, so I don't mind helping him and you as well."

"That's all."

Song Kai's tone was very calm.

He turned his wrist, took a few steps forward, and approached Song Zhiyu.

"I've been extravagant for most of my life. I just love to have fun. I can't be loyal, so it's even more impossible for me to like him."

Even if it was for the sake of maintaining dignity, there was not even a shred of possibility between him and Zhu Yanshi.

He is not worthy of Zhu Yanshi.

When Song Kai's voice fell, the surroundings fell into a long silence, with breathing sounds entangled and eyes passing between each other.

Song Zhiyu frowned and stared quietly into the eyes of the person in front of him, even hoping to see something through those bottomless eyes.

Nothing.

After a moment of stalemate, he nodded and turned around.

"I'll trust you one last time."

The sound of leather shoes hitting the ground echoed in the long corridor.

Gradually fading away.

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At night, the light from the street lamps along the street is orange-red, spreading on the ground. People walk under the light of the street lamps, leaving behind a small shadow.

The wind blew with a slight coolness, brushing against the hair on the forehead, leaving a moment of clarity.

The driver had already sent the Manta members back to the villa, and Zhu Yanshi appeared at the east gate alone under the cover of night.

From a distance, he saw the man leaning against the car smoking.

There was a hint of scarlet on the fingertips, and white mist slowly rose up.

His gaze stayed on the other person for only a moment, but the man raised his eyes as if he had noticed something, was stunned for a moment, and threw the cigarette in his hand into the trash can on the side of the road.

Zhu Yanshi moved closer and smelled the faint scent of cigarettes that had not yet dissipated in the air. He raised the corner of his eye and spoke in a relaxed tone.

"I don't mind."

"You don't like it."

Song Zhiyu walked around to the side of the car, opened the passenger door, put one hand on the door, looked at Zhu Yanshi's face with extra tenderness, and spoke in a firm tone.

"You know, I have a lighter on me."

Zhu Yanshi stood there without moving. A gust of wind blew by, carrying a hint of ambiguous atmosphere in the air.

"When working outside, it's normal to give people cigarettes and start fires."

Song Zhiyu's voice remained firm.

The two people were obviously talking about smoking, but what was reflected inside was more than just superficial.

Zhu Yanshi didn't expect the other party to observe so carefully. He nodded, walked around the front of the car, and couldn't help laughing.

I'm so stupid to do something like this to test myself.

As I got into the car and the door was closed, a man's voice came through the window glass that was slightly opened.

"If someone smokes around you, you frown."

"I know." After a pause, "I can see it."

When the man walked around the front of the car and sat in the driver's seat, the car was filled with the faint smell of men's perfume mixed with tobacco.

A cool breeze came in from the open window.

Song Zhiyu lowered his head to fasten his safety belt, and his voice suddenly broke through the quiet atmosphere, like a sigh.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time."