Chapter 75 I Need Your Hug
The air around him was shattered, and a dull feeling spread out.
The melodious sound of a cello not far away struck the air, sending out slight vibrations one after another.
The light is placed in the middle of the dance floor, flying over the shoulders of the dancers.
The playful smiles on the faces of the group of young people disappeared, and they exchanged glances in silence.
After a moment of hesitation, the leading boy naturally realized that he had lost face in front of the opposite sex. He took a step forward and his expression twisted.
He poured the red liquid in the wine glass in his hand forward without hesitation.
"Why are you pretending?"
As the voice fell, the red wine did not spill onto the boy's face, but was blocked by a black figure.
The light in front of me dimmed.
Zhu Yanshi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he smelled a faint masculine scent coming towards him.
Her nose brushed against the collar of the man in front of her, and she looked up.
Her eyes met the man's inky eyes.
The swirling starlight inside exploded in an instant, and the scattered light stained the pupils, flickering gently with the light above the head.
"...It's okay, just rest for a while."
Song Zhiyu spoke in a soft voice, reaching out and gently patting the boy's shoulder in a soothing manner.
The prominent Adam's apple on the neck wrapped in the collar of the white shirt rolled up and down, revealing a strong sense of abstinence.
He turned around and could feel the wine soaking his suit jacket on the back. His slender fingers unbuttoned the jacket.
In front of a group of panicked young people, he slowly took off his coat and threw it on the sofa next to him.
The corner of Song Zhiyu's eyes did not fall on the group of people in front of him at all, and there was no expression on his face.
The group of people who knew they had gotten into trouble suddenly regained consciousness and their fingers holding the wine glasses trembled slightly.
This is the son of the host of this banquet.
Not only his son's identity, but also the assets controlled by the other party are not something they can easily provoke.
Now, the person who wanted to play a prank failed to succeed and even offended the organizer's son.
At this moment, judging by the subtle expression on the man's face, I even felt that my career had come to an end.
After Song Zhiyu unbuttoned his suit, the back of his white shirt underneath was stained with a little wine stain.
He didn't care. He put his hands in his trouser pockets and raised his eyes, which finally slowly fell on the faces of the group of people in front of him.
silence.
Their eyes met silently, and then the man sneered.
"Like bullying people?"
His sharp eyes swept over the young man in front of him who was pretending to be dead with his head down, and he raised his hand and waved to the assistant not far away.
The special assistant wearing glasses trotted over and stood aside, hearing Song Zhiyu speak in a cold voice.
"Divide the cost of this suit into five parts and send it to the company's boss. Also inform him about what happened today."
They were all respectable people, not to mention a well-educated man like Song Zhiyu. He couldn't just throw the wine back in the faces of the people in front of him.
I was venting my anger, but the other party didn't lose anything.
Song Zhiyu thinks this method is the lowest.
They are all adults and should pay the price for their mistakes. In the upper class society, no occasion is a place for them to act like a spoiled brat.
As the man finished speaking, the expressions of the group of young people in front of him, who were waiting for the cold liquid to be splashed on their faces, turned pale in an instant.
This isn't just about making a fool of yourself at a party; this could cost you your job!
Is Song Zhiyu really doing this for the cost of that suit?
What he said was simply to let his assistants inform their bosses that his employees had offended him and let them deal with it.
What else can we do?
There is no better solution than dismissal.
Because of a glass of wine, because of bullying a young assistant who thought he had no one to protect him.
Lost my job.
No one expected such a serious outcome. They froze in place, their legs went limp, and they knelt on the ground, about to kowtow.
Now, making a fool of oneself is not the point.
The key is to save the job they worked so hard to get...
Zhu Yanshi sat on the sofa unmoved, looking at the mess in front of him. Suddenly he pursed his lips and his eyes met Song Zhiyu's.
He stood up, his leather shoes tapping on the ground with a slight sound, and stood beside the man with a casual posture.
The two people were so close that their arms were even touching each other.
"What do you think we should do?"
The man's voice was gentle, and his eyes were fixed on Zhu Yanshi's face.
The boy's eyes were still a little red, and the group of people around him reached out and hugged his legs as if they were grabbing a life-saving straw and started begging.
He took a step back, tilted his head slightly, and raised the corners of his eyes.
The sound was not loud, but everyone in the circle could hear it clearly.
"When you're relying on others for power, you should also find someone with strength. Look at how embarrassing it is now."
sigh.
After saying this, he didn't even pay attention to these people, turned around and left without looking back.
The light fell on the young man's slender back. He was still spotless, without a single stain on his suit, like a lotus flower that emerged from the mud without being stained.
White, sacred and inviolable.
Song Zhiyu left the mess to his special assistant, ran after him, and grabbed the boy's wrist.
Just as he was about to say something, the other person's cold expression suddenly changed and he winked at him.
A hint of cunning flashed in his bright pupils.
"Just tell me, have I ever fooled you?"
The corners of his mouth were raised, with a brilliant smile on his face.
A hint of surprise flashed across Song Zhiyu's eyes, and then he smiled with his eyes curved.
"I have something to tell you."
He took people to the back garden outside the hotel. It was quiet there and they could hear the chirping of insects in the garden.
Zhu Yanshi's mind was still a little confused as he was being pulled out by the other party by the wrist. He followed obediently, a rare occurrence, and looked up at the full moon hanging above his head.
"Hurry up... there are still a few CEOs who haven't toasted yet..."
"Fu Qi'an also wants..."
"Can you please focus on yourself first?"
Song Zhiyu loosened his grip on the young man's fingers, turned his head away, and looked helpless.
He pushed the boy's shoulders and sat on a chair in the corridor next to him. The classical corridor design also allowed him to see the moon outside the window.
Zhu Yanshi leaned against a long pillar, his hands on the backrest of the bench in the corridor, turned his head and counted the stars.
The other hand was pinched by the man's warm fingers. When turned over, the red scars left on it could be seen.
It was scratched by the glass fragments of the goblet.
When Song Zhiyu saw from afar that the fragments had scratched the boy's back of the hand, he asked the waiter next to him for some disinfectant and hemostatic drugs.
The things were put in the trouser pockets, and the trouser pockets near the thighs were bulging, which looked inexplicably funny.
The man squatted on the ground, gently and carefully treating the small wound on the back of the boy's hand. He breathed a sigh of relief after putting the Band-Aid on it.
"You can work, but don't let yourself get hurt again."
"Fu Qi'an is the same, he has no sympathy for others..."
"Why are you acting like a little wife?"
Zhu Yanshi withdrew his gaze, stared at the Band-Aid on the back of his hand for a while, and his eyes fell on the eyes of the man in front of him.
Entangled, then trapped.
"Thank you."
"If nothing else, we are at least friends."
"You can tell me this kind of thing directly."
Song Zhiyu stood up, turned around and sat next to the young man.
The cool night breeze blew over, carrying the faint smell of alcohol on the young man.
"I can handle this. If I keep coming to you, I'm not treating you as a friend. That's called exploitation."
Zhu Yanshi leaned back, slumped into the backrest lazily, looked up, and stared at the brightest star.
"Hey, seriously."
The boy couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"You are much more humane than your father. I will never cooperate with a capitalist like your father a second time."
Zhu Yanshi turned his head, raised the corners of his eyes, and looked at Song Zhiyu with a smile.
"You are the disciple who surpasses the master."
He raised his hand and shook his thumb.
Song Zhiyu turned his head, and his black pupils were filled with the appearance of the person in front of him, his glowing appearance, and his bright smile.
My heart beats like the wind, ups and downs.
Song Zhiyu knew that at this time, the window paper between them could not be broken. Once it was broken, they might not even be able to be friends, let alone dream of being lovers.
Take it step by step so as not to scare people away.
The two sat on the corridor for a while, then stood up and went back to the banquet hall together.
Song Zhiyu is tall and wears a simple white shirt. The black suit pants make his figure look even more slender.
He lowered his head slightly and whispered something to the young man next to him. When he stepped into the banquet hall, he attracted a lot of people's attention.
The young man standing next to him had a lazy and casual posture. He occasionally replied to Song Zhiyu, but his eyes were searching around the banquet.
At this moment, a crisp sound suddenly rang out not far away.
It was the sound of a glass falling to the ground, echoing in the quiet room.
Zhu Yanshi looked in the direction of the voice, his calm eyes narrowed sharply, and then he took a step and ran towards that direction.
Before Song Zhiyu could react, the person standing next to him had disappeared. He narrowed his eyes and stared in that direction.
I saw glass fragments and wine-red liquid scattered on the ground not far away, and next to the broken glass was a black figure.
She was obviously only about 180cm tall, but she fell to the ground, curled up into a ball, and her body trembled violently. She looked like a pitiful green tea bitch.
Look.
Zhu Yanshi, a young man full of blood and vigor, who was soft-hearted and not prone to hardship, flew over like a gust of wind...
"Loading."
Song Zhiyu spat out a vicious word, raised his steps and moved towards that side.
No one expected this sudden scene to happen at the banquet, and everyone formed a circle and moved towards that side.
Watching a play is human nature.
Zhu Yanshi ran over and squatted down to check on Fu Qi'an's condition.
He was clearly talking to the old man just now, but now the scene has changed. Two CEOs with astonished faces are standing in front of Fu Qi'an.
He obviously didn't expect that just by coming forward to toast him with a glass of wine, the person in front of him suddenly trembled all over and had a stress reaction.
They squatted on the ground, as if they had been caught bullying someone...
Zhu Yanshi knew the inside story and noticed that Fu Qian'an's cheeks turned red, his eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and his hands were constantly rubbing against each other, as if they were stained with something dirty.
Anxious, bored, and depressed.
The smells around were all mixed up, until a familiar scent of green plum broke through the mess and entered my nose.
Fu Qi'an regained consciousness and raised his eyes. His usually cold and arrogant expression was broken. The corners of his eyes were red and his hair was messy.
There was a thin layer of mist in front of those cold eyes, and the light of water was reflected.
"You... are finally here."
Before the young man in front of him could react, Fu Qian'an grabbed Zhu Yanshi's arm, pulled it hard, and embraced the green plum fragrance that could calm him.
All so-called cleanliness obsessions disappeared in front of this person, and there was only one thought in my mind.
I need Zhu Yanshi’s hug.
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