Chapter 10 Chapter 10 "It's not on fire." ...
“It’s not on fire.”
The tall and handsome man had a sullen face and stern eyes, but his voice revealed an imperceptible helplessness.
Huo Zhongshan put Fang Shimian on the rattan chair on the terrace, stood beside him and lit a cigarette, then looked at him quietly from a short distance. The smoke obscured the emotions in the man's eyes, making it impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry, making it difficult to see clearly.
However, the warm light from the terrace melted away the coldness between his deep brows and eyes, adding a touch of tenderness, making him look a little more human than usual.
The boy on the rattan chair had a drunken blush on his childish face, his eyes were watery, the tip of his nose was red, and his brows were lowered, looking extremely pitiful.
Fang Shimian was so drunk that he stood up after sitting for a while. He pointed at the rattan chair and faced Huo Zhongshan. His expression was a little aggrieved, and there was even a little water in his eyes. "It's so hot."
Huo Zhongshan paused holding the cigarette, then leaned forward slightly, put out the cigarette in the ashtray on the table, sat down on the rattan chair opposite Fang Shimian, stared calmly at the guy opposite him who didn't know whether to live or die, and said calmly: "It can be even hotter."
The black-clad bodyguard took the black coat brought by the waiter and took a step towards Fang Shimian. Fang Shimian stumbled to his feet and threw himself on him, speaking anxiously and unclearly: "I have to pee again. Let's find a toilet instead of going to the meeting room."
What may seem like a small sound to a drunkard is very loud on the quiet terrace tonight.
The bodyguard was very calm about the alcohol smell. He first pushed Fang Shimian away a little, then pulled his clothes to ensure that he would not fall vertically, and said to his employer: "Mr. Fang needs to satisfy his physiological needs."
Huo Zhongshan was silent for two seconds, then raised his hand slightly. Two bodyguards supported Fang Shimian into the bathroom, one on each side.
When Fang Shimian came out again, he was wearing the black coat that the bodyguard had just held in his hand, and the coat that Zhu Ze originally wore on his body was long gone.
At this moment, Fang Shimian still had water drops on his face. He walked without the support of his bodyguards and seemed to be more sober.
He was brought to Huo Zhongshan by the bodyguard. He stared at him blankly for a while, as if trying to identify him. He asked very slowly, "Hello, where is my home?"
Fang Shimen's face was a little flushed at this moment, and he looked at Huo Zhongshan with moist eyes, appearing innocent and pitiful.
It makes people want to...really want to bully him.
Huo Zhongshan raised his hand to check the time. The sip of hot tea on the table had already gone cold in the cold wind. He straightened his clothes, stood up and slowly walked to Fang Shimian.
The bony hand pinched Fang Shimian's chin neither lightly nor heavily, and lifted his face without much effort.
The fingertips were stained with a hint of moisture, and the water drops that slid down from the boy's beautiful forehead touched the man's rough fingertips. The thick calluses left by practicing shooting blocked the touch of this drop of warm water, but it inadvertently stirred the sober man's heart.
Very light, like drizzle falling into a rushing spring in the mountains.
The tall man said nothing, but just stared expressionlessly. The oppressive feeling was like the unknown territory under the deep sea, with no emotions and it was terrifying.
The dull and numb drunkard also sensed the uneasiness in his subconscious, and he dazedly grabbed Huo Zhongshan's hand. However, after sensing the unexpressed displeasure, he rubbed his hot cheek against Huo Zhongshan's palm, like an animal turning over its belly to show submission.
Huo Zhongshan's expression moved slightly, but his deep eyes still maintained a calm appearance.
It's like a captured prey begging for mercy, or like a cub that has made a mistake asking for forgiveness.
The soft touch that separated at the touch of a finger lingers in my mind.
The next second, Fang Shimian let go of Huo Zhongshan's hand and turned to reach for the cup of cold tea on the table, but the bodyguard quickly moved the tea away.
The drunk looked a little unhappy.
Huo Zhongshan stood quietly for a few seconds, and someone handed him a wet wipe.
The man lowered his eyes slightly, wiped his hands slowly, then turned and left with the group.
The wind whistled past, blowing a few leaves of the sycamore trees planted next to the clubhouse onto the terrace, and the candlelight in the decorative wall lamps in the corridor flickered.
The smell of cigarettes and alcohol in the box became stronger.
Zhu Ze was just caught off guard and was forced to drink several glasses of liquor by several people. He was not a good drinker, and even after deliberate training later on, it did not help much. However, he carried hangover medicine with him, so his condition had eased a lot now.
He looked at the time and saw that it was almost time. He walked to the corner where Fang Shimian was sleeping to call for help, only to find that the place was empty. He reached out to touch the sofa, but there was no warmth at all.
Zhu Ze's heart tightened, and even the last bit of drunkenness completely dissipated. He didn't care about the few people who were drunk in the room, and walked out of the box quickly, only to see the Huo family bodyguards who had been waiting outside for a long time.
The piece of clothing he had put on Fang Shimian was returned to him intact. Before he could ask any questions, the bodyguard spoke first, "Boss Zhu, Mr. Fang has been taken upstairs to rest. The club has arranged someone to ensure the safety of the customers. You don't have to worry."
"Also, Mr. Huo asked us to deliver a message." The bodyguard said expressionlessly.
"If you can't even guarantee the most basic safety issues, don't show off."
Zhu Ze clenched his hands, feeling extremely embarrassed as if he had been slapped in the face.
However, the bodyguards did not leave after they finished speaking until Zhu Ze forced a smile and said, "Please tell Mr. Huo. I understand that Mr. Huo has put in a lot of effort for his subordinates, and I am really... grateful."
"Okay, I'll definitely convey that." All the bodyguards left, leaving Zhu Ze alone facing the empty corridor to vent his anger.
He was not worried that Huo Zhongshan would have any ideas about Shi Mian, nor was he worried about security issues. This private club was famous for its tight security. He just couldn't accept that the dark thoughts in his heart were revealed in such an embarrassing way.
Someone happened to call at this time. Zhu Ze's heart was warmed and he picked up the phone in a hurry without even having time to see the name. Unfortunately, a voice that Zhu Ze extremely hated came from the other end.
"Cousin, was it really Mr. Huo who ordered me to be fired...My mom doesn't believe it and insisted on asking me to come and ask."
Zhu Ze leaned against the wall of the corridor of the club, listening to He Yao's incoherent words, and even felt a little hatred in his heart. He hated these relatives who did nothing but suck blood, and he hated himself for not being able to have everything like those real rich kids who were born into this family.
"Mr. Huo doesn't want to see you again. I'm following my boss's instructions. Is there any problem?" Zhu Ze stared blankly at the flickering candlelight in the wall lamp.
He Yao didn't seem to expect Huo Zhongshan to be so cruel to him. He thought it was just a lesson given to him by Zhu Ze because he felt ashamed.
His voice was a little anxious. "It's just a Mercedes. Huo Zhongshan left it in Yunjin's basement for so long, he wouldn't care about it at all. He even gave me the apartment in Yunjin to live in. It's definitely not the reason why I smashed the car."
Zhu Ze was unusually calm at this moment, and asked in a cold voice: "He Yao, do you think Huo Zhongshan is interested in you? Did he tell you?"
There was a sound of smashing things coming from He Yao's side. "He even gave me Yunjin to live with. The secretary said that Huo Zhongshan never brings outsiders to his private area!"
"There are only six floors in the six buildings of Yunjin No. 1. The whole building belongs to him. The first and second floors were originally his reception area. It is not uncommon for him to give them to outsiders to live in."
"Besides," Zhu Ze took a breath, "you pretended to be drunk and forced your way there. Huo Zhongshan was not in Yunjin that day, and it was Yunjin's housekeeper who entertained you. The fact that they didn't shamelessly kick you out shows their upbringing, not that they like you."
There were more intense sounds of smashing and smashing coming from He Yao's side, and suddenly a hoarse female voice with a crying tone came from the phone.
"Ze'er, please help your brother. It doesn't matter if that big shot doesn't like him. Just let him go back to work at Hengshi. Auntie knows that you recently brought another child to the company and said he is your brother, but you have to know that Yao'er is your biological brother. He is your blood relative. If you get into trouble in the future, you still have to count on him to help you."
Zhu Ze didn't even have to think about who told her the news about Fang Shimian. He sneered and said, "I don't expect He Yao to help me, but just don't harm me."
The person on the phone seemed to have not expected that Zhu Ze, who had always been easy to talk to, would suddenly be so heartless, and suddenly there was a cry of deafening loudness.
If it were usual, Zhu Ze would have hung up the phone long ago, but now he just didn't want to hang up. He was still angry and naturally wanted a non-threatening vent.
The screams and cries of the object of resentment are much more interesting than those boring concerts.
"Cousin, then tell me, has Huo Zhongshan seen the video in the underground garage?" He Yao's voice sounded much weaker this time.
Zhu Ze told him truthfully, "These things don't need him to handle them personally. The car is really not important to him. He just found a suitable reason to deal with you."
Huo Zhongshan was unhappy with him for allowing He Yao to have feelings for him, so sending him to handle the matter was also a warning to him and the Zhu family.
Unfortunately, he was the only one in the family who noticed the alienation signal initiated by the new leader of the Huo family, while the others were still immersed in the vague dream and unwilling to wake up.
"We grew up together, so all the affection we had was fake?" He Yao had had enough of the fuss and scolded his crying mother.
Zhu Ze almost laughed out loud, "You mean friendship?"
"He Yao, have you lied so much that you even fooled yourself? When you were a kid, you only saw him three times behind my back and only talked to him once. You haven't seen him many times since you joined the group. He didn't pursue you for spreading rumors because of the Zhu family's face. Who do you think you are?"
"Oh, he should have an impression of you now. You are so brave that you even asked people to smash his car! My dad's kindness has been used up by you, a bastard!" Zhu Ze couldn't help but growl, but laughed twice after that, "Talking about kindness with such a cold-blooded animal, don't you have a brain, He Yao."
"Don't come to me again. Just because your parents spoil you doesn't mean I will be polite to you."
Zhu Ze hung up the phone and called Fang Shimian, but as expected, no one answered.
He rearranged his clothes, called the service staff, and sent the young masters back to their respective drivers in safe condition.
In the second half of the night, it started to drizzle in Hai City. The rain got heavier in the early morning of the next day and the temperature dropped again. The workers who got up early for work were listless and annoyed by the weather.
There was a thin layer of mist on the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel, isolating the cold air from outside, and the thick curtains prevented any light from entering the already gloomy sky.
When Fang Shimian woke up, he first had a headache caused by a hangover. He covered his head and lay in the soft big bed for a while, successfully coaxing himself to sleep again.
After more than an hour of deep sleep, Fang Shimian's hangover problem had been alleviated a lot. He crawled out of the warm and comfortable bed, and the carpet was also soft.
Fang Shimian took a shower first, then went back to bed to think about why he was here.
The first thing that came to his mind was that he had not yet taken the food that Grandma Zhao gave him. Although the temperature had been low recently, he didn't know if it had gone bad.
Then he began to recall yesterday.
Unfortunately, Fang Shimian had some memory loss, and his memory came to an abrupt end after he climbed out of the box using his hands and feet.
But it is not difficult to imagine the subsequent development. Zhu Ze saw himself drunk into a puddle, and couldn't ask him about his secret rental house, so he put himself up in a hotel.
Fang Shimian reached out and picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table. When he did this, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt a slight, subtle pain in his buttocks.
Could it be that Zhu Ze couldn't hold him up last night and dropped him? But a fall wouldn't be that easy.
Fang Shimian didn't think too much about it, but he was a little confused when he saw that there were missed calls from Zhu Ze last night and this morning.
Fang Shimian called and Zhu Ze answered the call almost immediately.
"Brother Zhu, I'm sorry. I was drunk yesterday and caused you trouble again." Fang Shimian said this, but he didn't think he was wrong about this incident.
Zhu Ze took him to drink with those people. Didn't he think that he would be drunk? Well, although he did have the suspicion of going with the flow and using alcohol to escape.
"It's my fault. This won't happen again." Zhu Ze's voice was a little slow. "Xiao Mian, don't you remember what happened after you got drunk yesterday?"
"I drank too much and can't remember clearly." Fang Shimian answered truthfully. He looked down at the pajamas he had changed into and the clean clothes placed beside him. Fang Shimian thanked him sincerely, "Thank you, Brother Zhu, for sending me to the hotel and taking care of me."
There was another pause of a few seconds on Zhu Ze's side.
"It's nothing... This is what a brother should do."
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