Chapter 122 I can bear this
I have to say that Li Junshan's ability to write love poems is really terrible. Wen Shuang read it with a sour taste in her teeth. After getting Yang Lian's consent, she took a screenshot and sent it to her mobile phone. As soon as she returned to the company, she showed it to Xuan Zhe.
President Xuan looked serious, as if he was studying some academic problem. Finally, he looked up at Wen Shuang, a little surprised: "You like this?"
"No, no, no." Wen Shuang has gone from being moved at the beginning to sharing. She really can't imagine what it would be like if Xuan Zhe said, "Ah, your face is like the warm spring sun" and "The sparkling autumn water washes my heart that loves you." Even if the filter he has for his lover is eight hundred meters thick, it would probably be difficult to withstand.
Xuanzhe was relieved after hearing this and said with a smile, "Don't be fooled by Li Junshan's romantic appearance, but according to Lei Wenxu, those who followed him before were not considered boyfriends or girlfriends, and they just paid money to get things done. Now he is so cautious, I think he is sincere to Yang Lian."
Wen Shuang nodded and asked, "Will Mr. Li's family agree?"
"I haven't asked." Xuan Zhe closed the computer and opened his arms towards Wen Shuang.
Wen Shuang knew what would happen next. If Xuan Zhe acted more brutally, he would be in trouble again. But he had no way of refusing. Mr. Xuan looked handsome and elegant in a formal suit. When he smiled faintly, Wen Shuang wanted to give him her heart.
Upon seeing this, the system closed its small wings that were completely incompatible with its tonnage, and hid in its own space to listen to music.
Xuan Zhe let go of Wen Shuang when she was almost suffocated. She had no strength in her waist and her upper body was supported by the man's hands from behind.
"You seem to be talking all day long, why are you still so thin?" Xuanzhe rubbed her body through the clothes with his fingertips, feeling an inexplicable pity in his heart.
Wen Shuang panted lightly and said, "How many people would beg for a physique that's easy to lose weight? It's great. I don't even have to diet when filming."
Wen Shuang didn't tell Xuan Zhe about meeting Lu Li. It didn't matter at all. The "protagonist" who lost the golden finger could not defeat the big koi in this world.
When it was almost time to get off work, Wen Shuang called Zhou Qing. He was still thinking about the two pots of flowers. After all, he had promised Tang Weisheng that.
Xuanzhe drove Wen Shuang over there, and on the way they planned to go to Tan Mu's house for a meal.
When they arrived, it was still daylight, and the afterglow was all over the place. The two-story building stood quietly in the distance, reflecting the scenery. Xuanzhe got out of the car and caught Yu Ze who was trying to run back to the room: "Mr. Yu..."
Yu Ze: “…”
He was still in the act of turning and running, but upon hearing this, he realized the situation was hopeless. He closed his eyes deeply, then slowly took off his gardener's apron and gloves, revealing his suit pants and white shirt. He nodded gently and politely, "Mr. Xuan."
"You're..." Xuanzhe looked Yuze over with interest. His eyes were frank, and it was precisely because of this frankness that Yuze felt irritated and wanted to disappear on the spot. However, Xuanzhe seemed not to notice his embarrassment and asked seriously, "Can I take a picture of you?"
Wen Shuang: "What kind of development is this?"
Yu Ze was stunned for a moment before reacting and laughed angrily, "Then show it to Tang Weisheng."
Xuanzhe nodded without hesitation.
Tang Weisheng would laugh him to death if he made such a fuss. So Yu Ze said in a gentle voice, but with harsh words: "Unless I die, President Xuan."
Xuanzhe was just teasing him, knowing that it was impossible for him to get the photo. If he stayed with Wen Shuang for too long, he would definitely be affected.
Zhou Qing came out carrying a bucket of fertilizer, bent over and panting, and smiled as he invited Wen Shuang and the others in.
Yu Ze took it without saying a word and placed it in the designated place.
Wen Shuang and Zhou Qing were walking in front. Seeing that Yu Ze hadn't caught up, they hurriedly asked, "Why did Yu Ze come to work in your field?"
"No, I'm just here to eat for free." The smile in Zhou Qing's eyes spread.
Wen Shuang suddenly realized: "Lard noodles"
Zhou Qing: "Yes."
When leaving the hospital that day, Yu Ze's face was not very good. Zhou Qing was not sure whether Chu Kaiming's accident was involved or not. He was worried that if he guessed wrong, it would become his wishful thinking. Zhou Qing injured his hand and could not work, but the spring breeze came quickly, and the flower seedlings in the shed grew an inch overnight. If they did not fertilize at this time, they would not grow tall. Zhou Qing had no choice but to ask someone to come, but the worker did not understand the ratio and the work was not careful enough, so he had to clean up the mess. This went on for a week, and Yu Ze did not talk much to Zhou Qing until he found that the wound on the young man's hand had not scabbed yet. One night, he followed him and found that Zhou Qing worked during the day and was busy as a top at night.
At that time, Yu Ze didn't know where the anger came from. He strode over with a lot of curses in his heart, but when Zhou Qing showed a slightly panicked expression, he couldn't say a word.
Yu Ze and Zhou Qing faced each other in silence for five minutes. He watched Zhou Qing soak his gauze-wrapped fingers in water and let the young man clean them. Then he took the fertilizer bucket and started working. He was unfamiliar with it at first, but he was smart and strong, so he got the hang of it after doing it twice.
Yu Ze rarely shows a soft heart. To some extent, Zhou Qing was lucky that he caught up with him. It was impossible for Yu Ze to work for him all the time. But before Yu Ze could drive away the random thoughts in his mind, Zhou Qing used his trump card - noodles with lard.
Zhou Qing was very good at catering to Yu Ze's tastes. That night, steam covered the windows and the air was filled with fragrance. Yu Ze drank three bowls in a row.
From then on, Manager Yu became a good boss who was considerate and helpful to his subordinates. He would pick up Zhou Qing from get off work silently every night, put on his clothes as if he was familiar with the routine, and mix the pesticides and fertilizers in precise proportions. Under his careful care, a group of small flower seedlings thrived. After finishing his work, he would eat lard noodles with Zhou Qing at the table in the twilight, completely ignoring how the company was spreading rumors about them.
Yu Ze likes to eat it, but most people can't bear to eat it every day. For this reason, Zhou Qing upgraded the quality of the lard noodles. He learned how to roll the noodles by hand. In the evening, Yu Ze can eat thick or thin noodles if he wants. The noodles are chewy and tasty, much better than instant noodles. Coating them with soup can make Yu Ze feel refreshed instantly.
Wen Shuang gave Zhou Qing some advice, and she thought that this man would not be able to let go of his pride, but unexpectedly he simply carried it forward.
The two flower seedlings promised to Tang Weisheng have grown half a meter tall, but their roots are relatively thin. Zhou Qing said that he just needs to water them on time when he gets home.
Yu Ze and Xuan Zhe each carried a basin into the car, then Yu Ze took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket, shook out one and handed it to Xuan Zhe.
Xuanzhe didn't say anything, but he didn't light it either. He just held it in his mouth. All men like the smell of tobacco, and he was no exception. However, he couldn't be said to be dependent on it. The main reason was that he was not used to smelling Shuang. Every time he smelled it, he would choke and cough for a long time, so Xuanzhe quit completely.
Yu Ze seemed to understand, so he lit it for himself, exhaled a layer of smoke and looked at Xuan Zhe: "Let's go now."
It would have been fine if he didn't say anything, but as soon as he did, President Xuan raised his eyebrows slightly.
Yu Ze: “…”
Sure enough, Xuanzhe's next words were: "No, we'll stay at Zhou Qing's place for dinner."
Zhou Qing naturally wouldn't refuse, and Yu Ze had no right to refuse. The man's face was long and gloomy. Wen Shuang felt that she should publish a book for Yu Ze, titled "Manager Yu is Always Unhappy".
It's lively when there are many people around. Zhou Qing rolls noodles, smells the frost, and cleans the refrigerator. He puts the slightly wilted peppers together with the preserved eggs. First, burn the skin of the green peppers, then pour hot oil along the edge of the pot, and finally add the preserved eggs. Adjust the taste casually, and it's a great dish to mix with rice! Just a big crucian carp head, simple, make a fish head soup with tofu; finally, have a plate of stir-fried potato shreds.
Wen Shuang and Zhou Qing moved quickly and methodically, while the other two, unable to help and in the way, sat outside, quietly watching from behind a glass door.
As the sun sets and everything becomes silent, nothing can touch people more than the smell of cooking smoke.
Yu Ze gradually developed a trance and unfamiliar feeling. There was no doubt that this made him comfortable, but inexplicably, his heart felt a little sour, as if he had swallowed a bitter fruit. He didn't know whether it had a sweet aftertaste or was poisonous. Yu Ze had always firmly believed that he did not need such fragile emotions. His life was full of provocations and conquests, going back and forth. Wen Shuang was right. He did things casually, had shallow moral values, and occasionally took pleasure in making others suffer.
Logically speaking, Xuan Zhe should be even more upset, but when Yu Ze turned his head, he could not see any blankness or boredom on the man's face. It was like an amber carrying the warm sunshine fell into Xuan Zhe's eyes, and under the blur of the worldly fireworks, it turned into an undisguised love for Wen Shuang.
Although he knew he couldn't say it, Yu Ze still asked: "Will President Xuan not feel bored?"
Xuanzhe looked puzzled when he heard this and pointed at the two people busy in the kitchen: "You actually feel bored?"
Are you still human?
You are destined to be alone.
Pooh!
Yu Ze: “…”
As expected of the ceiling, he expressed emotions perfectly in one sentence and completely frustrated Yu Ze.
However, when the dishes were served, the person who kept saying it was boring never stopped eating with his chopsticks, especially the pointed corners of the preserved egg. Yu Ze didn't like preserved eggs and never thought that the noodles were so delicious. Seeing him eat a quarter of it at a time, Xuan Zhe was quick to scoop a large spoonful for himself.
"It smells good," Wen Shuang said as she slurped the noodles.
Xuanzhe smiled and touched his head, "Delicious."
Zhou Qing: "..." He couldn't help but think of the comments online about President Xuan and Wen Shuang being together. It was really dog-abuse.
It was dark after the meal. Zhou Qing turned on the lights in the yard before cleaning up the dishes. Wen Shuang and the others still had to go to Tang Weisheng's place. After a few words, they were about to say goodbye. Yu Ze originally planned to go with them, but when the group came down from upstairs, they saw that there was still someone standing in the yard.
Chu Kaiming.
Yu Ze's first retort was to Zhou Qing: "Didn't you say he has a boyfriend?"
"..." Zhou Qing looked at Chu Kaiming, not understanding what this man was thinking. Chu Kaiming's "little wife" looked like a ruthless character who was always jealous. If Chu Kaiming had any sense, he shouldn't have come to her.
"Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?" Zhou Qing asked calmly, as if he was facing an unimportant person.
Chu Kaiming felt sad when he saw Zhou Qing. They had been so happy before...
People just like to add filters to themselves after losing something.
Chu Kaiming stepped forward: "Zhou Qing, I want to talk to you."
Zhou Qing: "What to talk about?"
What to talk about... Chu Kaiming didn't know either.
Yu Ze habitually took out his cigarette case, and then heard Xuan Zhe say: "Mr. Yu, you can tolerate this?"
It was obvious that this person had bad intentions towards Zhou Qing. If someone told Wen Shuang in front of him that he wanted to talk, Xuanzhe would immediately send him to the underworld to talk to the King of Hell.
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