Chapter 112
Fu Yu drove away.
After the morning wave of people, the number of customers in the store gradually decreased. Liang Qian and the clerks who came to apply for the job were fully able to handle the work, so she asked a few boys to go out and play. Senior year in high school was so hard, and they finally had some time to rest, and they couldn't just work here for her.
Jiang Yi made an appointment with his classmates to play basketball. Jiang Ling planned to go to the venue rented by Sister Wen Xing and then consider whether to broadcast live. "Zijie, Zhou Qi, how about you? Do you want to go with me?"
Qiu Zijie had nothing else to do, so he said, "Okay."
Song Zhouqi shook his head: "I won't go, I have something important to do."
He waved goodbye to his two friends.
After a good sleep, he forgot all of Jiang Ling's instructions. He only remembered one thing, that is, he had to give Fu Chen some sweet treats from time to time. So he had to find Fu Chen and give him some sweet treats, otherwise Fu Chen would become discouraged, and in serious cases, it might affect his work.
Arrive at the bus stop, take bus No. 9, then transfer to bus No. 3 and get off near Tianhong Group Building.
When he reached the gate of the building, he looked up.
I remember the time I ran away from the building.
He thought Fu Chen didn't like him anymore, but it turned out he was overthinking. Fu Chen couldn't live without him at all. Not only did he call the police, he also sent many people to look for him.
"Fu Chen, I'm here."
Then I went straight into the coffee shop across the street and bought a small cake.
The security guard who was about to come over to ask him: ""
This kid, is he looking for the other side for the sake of going to the other side???
There are ice cream cakes, fruit cakes, and cakes in various animal shapes in the coffee shop... After choosing and choosing, he chose a heart-shaped fruit cake.
I left the coffee shop carrying the cake, and I started to feel hot from head to toe.
Heart shape...is this treat too great?
What if Fu Chen mistakenly thought he agreed? !
When he was at a loss, he had already returned to the entrance of Tianhong Group Building. The security guard came up to him and asked him a few questions, and required him to register before entering.
"Well, okay," Song Zhouxing picked up the pen and registered before entering.
But in order to give Fu Chen a surprise, he did not inform him in advance and did not make an appointment with the group. However, he knew that without an appointment, he would not be able to meet the boss and would not be taken up directly.
So, he went to find Chen Yuan.
The front desk called and asked, "Assistant Chen, there is a boy in the lobby named Song Xingqi who wants to see you. Would you like to come down and meet him?"
"Song Xingqi?" Chen Yuan was surprised.
"yes."
"I'll be right down."
The four dogs are human affairs, and Chen Yuan knows it very well. He also knows how much the boss treats Zhou Xing as a treasure. When Zhou Xing disappeared, the boss couldn't sleep for days and was filled with anger every day. After finding Zhou Xing, he contacted a group of experts to discuss the mother-child chip recorded in the data to study whether the chip can be taken out. However, Zhou Xing has to take the college entrance examination, and if Zhou Xing's nerves are damaged, the loss will outweigh the gain. At the same time, he listed many gifts, but they have not been given away yet.
Not only that, he even arranged what Song Xingqi needed more at the moment.
Chen Yuan walked out of the elevator, jogged to the lobby, and immediately saw the boy standing at the front desk.
The boy has fair skin and is slightly thin. He wears a beige short-sleeved shirt and light blue jeans. At first glance, he looks very handsome and clean, with bright and clear eyes.
"Xing Zhou?" Chen Yuan had never seen Song Xing Zhou's true appearance, but when he saw that he was carrying the packaging bag of Youxiang Coffee Shop, he was about 80% sure.
Who else could this be if not Zhou?
"It's me, Chen Yuan," Song Xingqi blurted out, then realized it was inappropriate, "Sorry, I should call you Chen Zhu, thank you for making the trip."
"Don't be polite, we've been together for quite some time," Chen Yuan smiled and led him to the CEO's special elevator.
Song Zhou bought a cup of coffee when he bought the cake. He handed the coffee to Chen Yuan and said, "This is the flavor you like."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome," Song Zhouqi smiled.
Song Xingqi knew where Fu Chen's office was, but it was his first time there. Many employees were curious about this unfamiliar face. Also, because the boy looked handsome and well-behaved, like a little lamb that was easy to bully, their gazes on him were straightforward and bold.
Song Zhou Xing felt embarrassed being stared at, so she pursed her lips and quickly went into the office.
He placed the small cake on the coffee table.
Song Xingqi is more familiar with this office than Chen Yuan, so Chen Yuan didn't hesitate to be polite: "You young people definitely don't like to drink tea, so I won't make any. There are drinks in the refrigerator. If there's nothing you like, I'll go out and buy some."
Song Xingqi waved his hand: "Don't bother, I'm not thirsty, Chen Yuan, you go and do your work."
"Okay, I'll get busy then. You can call me anytime if you need anything. Mr. Fu is in a meeting. It will probably be over in half an hour. " He changed the subject and said, "He should be here soon."
"Yeah!" Song Zhouqi is very well behaved.
Chen Yuan went to the meeting room and whispered to his boss that the weekend had arrived. After that, Fu Chen said "adjourn the meeting" and ended the lengthy meeting that had no substantive content.
Chen Yuan gave himself a thumbs up for his ability to predict the future.
"Sunday," the man's voice came in as I just gripped the doorknob.
Song Xingqi wanted to pounce, so she stood up and tiptoed twice, but she finally held back and said happily, "Fu Chen, I'll give you a surprise."
"It's a surprise, but next time tell me in advance and I'll come pick you up." I couldn't bear to squeeze into the bus under the scorching sun on Sunday. What if I got hurt?
"I understand," Song Zhouqi said.
He understood Fu Chen's anxiety. Taking the bus would be slow. If it was too slow, Fu Chen would miss him very much. If he asked Fu Chen to pick him up, the bus would come in no time, which could help Fu Chen relieve his homesickness more quickly.
Totally understand!
"You bought me a cake?" Fu Chen sat down on the sofa, opened the package, and poked a spoon into the heart-shaped cake.
He had eaten many kinds of cakes bought by Song Xingqi, of various flavors and colors. After eating so many, he ignored the shapes. Song Xingqi was not disappointed. He once again saw Fu Chen's forced calmness.
The calmer he is, the more turbulent his heart is. This is Fu Chen's personality!
He knows Fu Chen too well!
"Fu Chen, are you having a hard time?" Song Xingqi felt a little guilty because she couldn't agree to Fu Chen yet.
Hard?
You mean work?
Fu Chen admitted that he had been busy with a lot of things recently and it was indeed quite tiring.
Song Zhouxing felt even more guilty. He lowered his head and rubbed his hands on his knees.
Since Fu Chen works so hard, why not give him a little more sweetness?
"Sunday, I have a call, please answer it first," Fu Chen told him.
Song Xingqi was still immersed in his own world, but he quickly made up his mind. He looked at the man who was talking on the phone by the window, then stood up and slowly, slowly approached the man's back...
Although it was broad daylight, some shadows could be vaguely seen on the window. Fu Chen noticed: "?"
What to do on Sunday?
There's also a sense of stealing.
Then, Zhou Xing's arm touched his arm, and Zhou Xing gently hooked his little finger with her fingers.
The tall figure froze.
Song Xingqi's heart was beating extremely violently, his face was red to the neck, and his eyes were staring straight at the air in front of him, not daring to move. If he didn't understand before why his face would blush and his heart would beat fast when Fu Chen hugged him and gave him a bath, it was very clear now.
He also likes Fu Chen!
He had already fallen in love with Fu Chen without realizing it!!!
Fu Chen was also frozen for a moment.
The faint warmth between the two fingers spread into my heart.
After a moment's silence, Fu Chen glanced sideways, and there was only Song Zhouxing in his deep eyes.
But what does week mean?
"Mr. Fu? Mr. Fu? Are you still listening? Do you think we should give it another push or just wait and see?" the person on the phone asked.
Boyuan fell into crisis and was put under investigation. Such a large drug-related death case would not be concluded in one or two months. The longer the investigation took, the greater the loss for Boyuan would be. Zhang Shixian was already getting anxious. If they pushed Boyuan any further at this time, Boyuan would fall into the final trap.
"Mr. Fu?"
"He's alive." His eyes were soft when he looked at Song Zhouxing, but his tone on the phone was as cold as iron. "You don't need to do anything else. He will come to you on his own."
"OK."
The office was quiet, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Fu Chen put his phone into his trouser pocket, and then let Xingqi hook his finger.
One is a small piece of wood and the other is a big piece of wood.
They both stood still.
Knock knock, there's knock on the door.
Song Zhouqi quickly let go of his hand and turned his face away, with heat coming out of his face layer by layer. If he didn't let go, he knew Fu Chen would be embarrassed.
Fu Chen was not embarrassed, he just felt great regret.
"Enter."
One word, sonorous and powerful, but also full of anger.
The person outside the door was stunned. It turned out to be the general manager of the engineering management department. At yesterday's regular meeting, his department was criticized by name, so he spent some time integrating the work content and made a more detailed report and sent it over.
Before coming here, I asked Assistant Chen how Dafu was feeling today. Assistant Chen said that it was a coincidence that Dafu was in a very good mood today.
Is this okay? It doesn't sound like it.
The engineering manager walked in trembling, only to hear the chief executive say, "Put it down."
What I mean is that I will watch it later.
Not daring to stay any longer, he retreated quickly.
Inexplicably, Fu Chen felt a little restless, as if there was a burning fire in his heart. He glanced at his calendar and then looked at his watch: "It's still early. Wait an hour and I'll take you out for lunch."
"Buzz buzz buzz..." The sound was as soft as a mosquito's due to shyness.
"What?" Fu Chen moved closer and leaned over slightly. One of them was a little over 1.7 meters tall, and the other was over 1.9 meters tall. As they got closer, the height difference was immediately apparent.
A shadow was cast on the blushing cheeks. Song Zhouqi raised his head slightly and repeated what he had just said: "Okay, Fu Chen."
"Yeah." The man said gently.
The two sights that had touched each other intertwined in the air again. Someone tried to look away and rubbed the boy's head: "I'll ask Chen Yuan to bring in a laptop for you to play with for a while."
Chen Yuan acted quickly and delivered the laptop immediately after receiving the call, in no more than two minutes.
The desk here is very large, and can accommodate eighteen or nineteen people when dining. Even after Song Xingqi took up some space, there was still plenty of room left, but he liked to be closer to Fu Chen, so he sat next to him, with only a fist's distance between them.
In order not to disturb Fu Chen, Song Xingqi turned off the volume of his laptop.
A variety show was playing on the computer, without sound and with subtitles, but Song Xingqi didn't focus on it. She kept her eyes on Fu Chen.
He found that Fu Chen's mood was a little abnormal.
His brows were slightly frowned, his face looked bad, he read ten lines of the document at a glance, and he seemed very impatient. Occasionally, his chest would rise and fall more violently, and his breath through his nose would be heavy.
What happened to Fu Chen? ! !
Is it because I didn't give him enough sweetness that caused him to lose concentration?
Need a little more???
Thinking about it, Song Xingqi's face turned red again.
He tried hard to recall what Jiang Ling had told him, that one cannot give too much sweetness at once, otherwise, Fu Chen would not cherish him in the future, he has to do it little by little, step by step. However, Fu Chen was so uncomfortable because he did not get enough sweetness.
To give or not to give?
A fierce ideological struggle took place in Song Zhouxing's head and lasted for a full minute.
How long...
Give it, give a little more!
The document in his hand was thrown away, and Fu Chen leaned back, his body pressed against the back of the chair. He couldn't concentrate on reading, not because Song Xingqi didn't give him enough sweet treats, but it was precisely because he gave some sweet treats that he got confused.
What does the week mean?
"Fu Chen," Song Zhouxing turned his head and spoke.
His Adam's apple rolled, and Fu Chen asked, "What's wrong?"
Song Xingqi pointed to the ceiling and said, "There's Ultraman."
Fu Chen looked up.
Song Zhouxingdun sat on the other person's lap.
Fu Chen: “…”
The invisible air froze at this moment, and Song Zhouqi's head was unable to think. This was different from the previous time when he threw himself into Fu Chen's arms and licked him. It made him feel even more ashamed and nervous. He clenched his knees with his hands and lowered his head.
Fu Chen also froze, his thoughts were stuck for a few seconds, and his breathing stagnated. He didn't take a deep breath until his chest felt stuffy.
The knuckles moved, but it was as if a machine was covered with rust, and it was difficult to bite.
He looked at Song Zhouxing.
His face was red and his body was tense.
What it means seems to be obvious.
And at this moment, all of a sudden, he understood what that subtle feeling he had about the week was.
During the time when he lost Zhou, he often thought about catching his big dog back and holding it in his arms. After he knew it was a human, the thought did not completely disappear, but was suppressed deep in his heart.
Emotions can be suppressed or released.
Unconsciously, he raised his hand.
But hugging your favorite dog is very different from hugging a little boy.
The man's arm stopped in mid-air, his jaw was stretched out with sharp edges, his fist was clenched, and veins were prominent on the back of his hand.
He circled vaguely.
"Does it make you uncomfortable?"
Song Zhouqi shook his head.
After a long while, he finally grabbed Song Xingqi around the waist and held her in his arms. He also put his other arm around her and held her tightly, his eyes fixed on the person in his arms.
Song Zhouqi didn't dare to look up.
The breath that fell on his nose was hot and heavy.
"Don't you have anything to say to me?" His voice was hoarse and rough.
"Yes," Song Xingqi used all his strength to recall Jiang Ling's teachings. He gave her a sweet treat at this time, but he couldn't immediately admit that it was a sweet treat. He organized his words with his little brain, "Fu Chen, don't think too much. I did this just because I didn't want to distract you from your work."
“........”
The man was silent.
Song Xingqi quietly raised his eyes and glanced at him: "Fu Chen, why don't you speak?"
Fu Chen spoke up: "Open the door."
"What door?"
“This is outrageous.”
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