The atmosphere in the supermarket is a bit strange.
The boss was totally confused and went about his own business.
Jiaobai wiped the blood off his fingers, his eyes still on Qi Zizhi.
It's been almost two years since I last saw this big idiot. His burned face has been plastic surgery and there's no trace of it left. He's like a completely different person.
Also lost my memory.
There was no reminder when the friends who joined the group came online. If Jiaobai didn't feel familiar with him, he wouldn't have taken a second look. But when he noticed that the strange man was walking unsteadily, he checked the account grouping.
I was almost treated as a passerby.
The curve of the茭白's mouth is larger and full of malice.
The man frowned: "Do you know me?"
Before Jiaobai could say anything, the crisp sound of high heels stomping on the ground came from outside the supermarket, coming from far away and approaching, accompanied by a shout: "Yi Zhe!"
The sound was as urgent as the sound of footsteps, and was full of panic.
Jiaobai's gaze passed Qi Zizhi and moved towards the door. He saw a woman walking in quickly. When she looked at him, she was stunned for a moment, and the look disappeared in a flash.
But the茭白 was caught.
The fact that the woman who entered the supermarket knew him was not the most important thing. The most important thing was that he also felt that she looked familiar.
Those phoenix eyes...
A cartoon and a figure flashed through Jiaobai's mind. His eyes widened. Isn't this woman Cen Jingmo's sister
He couldn't remember her name, he only remembered that she appeared several times in "Broken Wings", the last time was on a street abroad, and it was through her mouth that the news of Cen Jingmo's death was revealed.
The sarcastic, twisted and resentful tone of voice was consistent with her dislike for Li Jue's personality. For the sake of her brother, she finally made Li Jue burst into tears of guilt.
"Ayu."
Qi Zizhi, also Yizhe, strode towards the woman with a shopping bag in hand, brushing past Jiaobai without stopping.
Cen Yu held Yi Zhe's hand and lowered his voice: "You go to the car first, I'll buy something."
"What else do you want to buy?" Yizhe said, "I'll wait for you."
"No need." Cen Yu said softly, "You go to the car, I'll go shopping and be back soon."
Cen Yu sent her boyfriend away and made sure he was far away. Then she looked at the young man standing in front of several flower baskets. She pointed to a shelf and said, "Can we go over there and talk?"
She knew that her eyes had revealed herself when she entered the supermarket, and she could also see that the young man had recognized her boyfriend's identity. Although she was shocked by his sensitivity and unusual sharpness, she decided to go with the flow.
However, the person concerned did not buy her account.
"I want to talk to you about your elder brother." Cen Yu said to the young man who ignored her.
Jiaobai responded this time. He sneered, "Madam, you have the wrong person. I am an orphan, without a father, mother or brothers."
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Cen Yuhua's delicately made-up face, but she quickly covered it up and said to herself, "I'm your eldest brother's psychologist. His brain waves are divided into two layers."
Jiaobai smacked his lips, it turned out that he wasn't losing his memory, but was just an upgraded version of a coward who didn't want to face reality, he had split.
The revengeful evil taste that had been growing in his heart was suddenly completely gone, and Jiaobai lost interest.
"He has two personalities. One is Yizhe, who has a healthy and complete growth experience, a gentle and cultured personality, just like what you just saw. His ego, Qi Zizhi, is extremely decadent and depressed with antisocial tendencies. He has been suppressed by a large number of targeted drugs and has not come out for a long time." Cen Yu flicked the couple bracelet on his wrist and sighed deeply. "We have been living abroad. This time we returned to China to attend my brother's wedding. I didn't want to bring him with me, but my family wanted to take the opportunity to see him, so I had to come back."
"You will be there with the Qi family member, so it's good to see you in advance." Cen Yu was somewhat relieved, "At least this environment is much better than being in the Cen family with so many people."
Jiaobai raised his eyebrows slightly. This woman's personality was different from that in the original novel. It was her emotional experience that changed her. There was no pride of a rich lady in her eyes, only ordinary and settled happiness.
Having a boyfriend with split personality is like having a time bomb tied to your side. How can you be happy with this? Jiao Bai couldn't understand it.
"My brother doesn't know that Yi Zhe is the eldest son of the Qi family whose life and death is unknown, and no one in the country knows about it either." Cen Yu pleaded, "I hope you can treat him as a stranger at the wedding banquet, and control your expression and eyes a little bit, don't reveal any flaws that will attract other people's attention, he can't have too much contact with you, and can't have the slightest suspicion, otherwise his true self will..."
Jiaobai interrupted: "Are you done?"
Cen Yu was not disturbed, nor was she angry. She continued, "The year before last, the Qi family fell into decline. Yi Zhe tied you up on the boat and did some wrong things. He hurt you and almost made you lose your life. I learned all this from my second brother. The big mistake has been made. Time cannot be reversed. I apologize to you on behalf of your eldest brother."
Jiaobai's face was cold, and here we have to use a classic line, which is "If apologies are useful, why do we need the police?"
You don’t have to ask for forgiveness for the sins you’ve suffered, but forgiveness is another matter.
"Pah"
The metal clasp of the purse was opened.
"Considering Yi Zhe's condition, my second brother was afraid that his true self would come out, so he didn't recognize him, and the two brothers don't live together." Cen Yu took out a notebook and pen from her bag. She wrote down two numbers, tore up the paper and handed it over. "The first number is my second brother's. Before he returned to China, he asked me to give you his contact information if I saw you. It's up to you whether to contact him or not, and when to contact him."
The wild rice didn't catch the paper.
Cen Yu put the paper on the flower basket and said, "The second number is mine. I am the second daughter of the Cen family. Although I am not as rich as my brother, I still have a certain amount of shares and resources. If you need me someday, you can find me."
"Please don't contact Yi Zhe at the wedding banquet." Cen Yu clenched the expensive brand-name bag in her hand, bent down her body wrapped in a high-end professional suit, and bowed to the young man.
Jiaobai waved his hand impatiently and sneered, "Miss Cen Er, please keep an eye on your boyfriend and don't let him talk to me." Otherwise, who knows what kind of bloody drama this will cause.
Cen Yu's face lit up: "I will."
Someone came in from outside the door. Cen Yu tidied his hair, casually took two bottles of water, paid the bill and left.
Qi Er didn't look at the woman who was leaving. His attention was all on Bai Shao's roses. He wondered how many roses Mr. Qi would receive.
When Jiaobai arrived at Qi's house, she only had a rose in her hand.
Qi Er, who was standing behind him, covered his face as if he had a toothache. Bai Shao squatted at the entrance of the supermarket and spent a long time picking out flowers, and finally bought one. He recalled the boss's expression and his mouth twitched.
Qi Yilao was in a meeting. Jiao Bai verified his identity and entered his office with ease. The first thing he saw was an extra vase on the desk.
Wild rice: “…”
The vase is very slender, suitable for a single flower, and the combination is very romantic. After a few seconds, a rose was thrown into it.
Jiaobai took off his mask and hat, and his sun-protection jacket. He closed his eyes and sprayed some medicine around his eyes where it was a little itchy.
"Mr. Bai, the chairman asked me to take you to the conference room." The second secretary came in with washed peaches.
Jiaobai took the wet peach and took a bite: "I won't go."
The second secretary is a young talent from the Qi family's side branch, Qi Huai. He just returned to China not long ago. He has a high-class face, single eyelids, long eyes, and a body proportion that is not inferior to the models in magazines. At this moment, he did not persuade at length, nor did he leave. His attitude was firm and rigid.
Jiaobai glanced at the second secretary and thought of Chen Yiming, who was still hiding in a small place far away from the shopping mall.
Recently, two people from Shen Er'an's black technology team have been coming in and out of Shen Jin's company. The reason is that problems were found in Shen's accounts for the past five years, and a sum of funds is missing.
Maybe Shen Ji really didn't know about it, and the funds were taken away by Chen Yiming. After all, he is not as arrogant as his master.
The master was stuck in a quagmire, but Chen Yiming, a subordinate, was able to escape. His ability to judge the situation is not something that ordinary people can match.
Qi Huai heard a sigh. He pushed the thin-framed glasses on his nose and raised his head unconsciously to meet a lively and bright gaze.
Jiaobai's cheeks bulged, and he raised his innocent and harmless eyes, which smelled like medicine: "With your appearance, you are suitable for development in the fashion circle. It's a waste for you to enter the financial circle."
Qi Huai's fair and recognizable face was slightly red.
Jiaobai quickly ate the remaining peach, reached for the tissue box on the desk, took out a piece of tissue to wipe his mouth, threw it away, and used another one to wipe the peach juice between his fingers: "Let's go, take me to the meeting room."
There was surprise in Qi Huai's eyes behind the lenses.
"If I don't go, can you get away with it?" Jiaobai said casually, and found that the senior woman in front of him blushed like the peach he had just eaten. He pressed the tip of his tongue with the sweet fragrance against his teeth and made a sucking sound. Where did the old pervert find this secretary? She's the same as the young lady.
Jiao Bai entered the meeting room. Under the indifferent gazes of the senior executives, he walked to the empty chair in front of the conference table and sat down, then smiled at Qi Yiliao above him.
During this period, Qi Yilao always called him to work. When he was bored, he looked through many of Qi's documents and also appeared in video conferences. Before he knew it, he became familiar with the senior executives.
"Go on." Qi Yiliao knocked the table with his folded hands.
The executive in front of the large display screen responded, cleared his throat, straightened his suit, and continued talking.
Qi Yilao was so absorbed in listening that he didn't even look at Jiaobai.
However, once Jiaobai started to check his phone, he would be looked at with authority from above, and he had no choice but to... absent himself from the class.
His feet were touched under the table, and Jiaobai turned to look at the executive next to him.
The executive was a fat uncle, and he winked at Jiaobai. Jiaobai took a long time to understand what he meant, and glanced down.
The fat uncle had been passing notes for a long time. Jiaobai had both hands on the table and had no intention of reaching out. He mouthed: No notes in class.
The executives who were flipping through documents nearby quickly turned their eyes and stole a glance in that direction.
The pen between Qi Yilao's fingers left a black dot on the paper. He raised his eyes and asked, "What happened?"
When the fat uncle saw the chairman looking at him, he had no choice but to stand up with the note in his hand: "Chairman, my daughter likes Bai Shao very much. She always tells me that I couldn't help it just now. I impulsively wrote down my daughter's WeChat and wanted Bai Shao to add her."
Before Qi Yilao could speak, Jiao Bai couldn't help asking, "Does your daughter know who I am?"
The fat uncle nodded honestly: "She is your fan."
Jiaobai was in disbelief. I still have fans? Me? Just me
The fat uncle coughed awkwardly: "She saw your personal story on Weibo and thought you were very inspiring and a role model for her."
Wild rice: “… ”
Noticing Qi Yilao's teasing gaze, Jiaobai narrowed his eyes and glared at him, what a laugh!
The follow-up to the incident in the conference room was that while Jiaobai was sitting in an open-air restaurant, he was still checking Weibo.
The report on his personal deeds first appeared half a month ago, published by a blogger with a very good reputation. The content was half true and half false, exaggerating how he fought wits and courage in the wealthy families, and even included business war links in which he did not participate, praising the perseverance of the little people.
It really made him a representative of positive people and won him a lot of praise and support from the outside world.
The poor are rising up and bringing positive energy with them.
Qi Yiliao sat on the white and gray textured sofa, crossed his legs, and tapped the retro wooden table with his fingers: "Don't brush it."
He didn't bother brushing the water chestnuts. He looked around and saw that the furniture on the top floor of the restaurant was almost all made of wood, including the awning above his head.
There are potted flowers on each dining table, candles lit in glass shades, and many plants around. Not far to the left is a whole wall of shelves with rows of lush green ivy.
Eating here is a comfortable experience.
Under the chandelier, Jiao Bai held his chin with both hands and watched Qi Yilao sway the white wine in the wine glass. The icy vapor that came out was blown towards him by the wind, turning into white mist and melting into his pores.
"It's summer again, time flies." Jiaobai brought out a meaningless topic, "I'm already twenty-one and haven't gone to college yet, I'm so anxious." No, Qi Shuang and I are fraternal twins, so my real age should be one year younger than I am now, twenty.
I'm twenty and haven't even started college yet, but I'm still anxious.
"You can go to university in September." Zhang Zhen's face was full of helplessness. "The problem is that you are studying medicine, and the undergraduate and master's degrees will take eight years. If you continue to study..."
Jiaobai said, “I’m not going to study for a Ph.D.”
"Then after you finish your master's degree, you will need to undergo regular training to do odd jobs," Zhang Zhen said as he looked up the information, "exam duty, exam duty, and so on and so forth."
"..." Jiaobai stretched his neck and shouted, "Where's the food? Why haven't they been served yet?"
Zhang Zhen patted his brother's head and asked Qi Yiliao, "Third brother, Baibai has graduated from medical school. Is there any hospital in Xicheng that he can get into?" Jiaobai was about to say that he couldn't use the back door, but Qi Yiliao said, "Let's talk about it after he finishes his studies."
"Every industry has its own hardships," Qi Yiliao wiped his fingers with a disinfectant wipe, "I'm a CEO, but I can't get a good night's sleep in a month."
Jiaobai glanced at him: "But you make a lot of money."
Qi Yiliao wiped his hands clean, took a cherry tomato from the fruit plate and ate it, looking distressed: "I have no concept of money."
Jiaobai yelled with a gloomy face: "Where's the food? Will it be served?!"