Zhuang Fanxin didn't wait for Boss Dong's reply, but received a call from Cheng Jiama.
It was early enough, and the phone screen flashed for a while before Zhuang Fanxin lay on the pillow and connected: "Hello, Mr. Cheng?" The lazy and sleepy tone was very magnetic and sticky.
He could probably guess that Boss Dong contacted Cheng Jiama to dredge and intercede. His wrists were paralyzed, the phone was five centimeters away from his ears, and Cheng Jiama's voice was not so clear.
There was a soft push and pull inside, whispering hints that it should be quieter, Cheng Jiama showed a little perfunctory displeasure: "Xiao Zhuang, are you listening?" She called Pei Zhi "Xiao Pei", to Zhuang Fan, yes It's the first time I've ever called it that way.
He has a good voice and a beautiful person, but it's a pity that Zhuang Fanxin is not a straight man who eats this kind of thing. "Here, I've been listening." He said, pretending to be enthusiastic, "Mr. Cheng, how old are you?"
Cheng Jiama replied. Zhuang Fanxin said in surprise: "Then we are the same year, what month is your birthday?"
"June." Cheng Jiama was a little impatient, "Brother Zhuang—"
Zhuang Fanxin said, "Don't call me brother, I have my birthday on Christmas, I have to call you sister." He buried himself on the pillow and smirked, "Sister Jiama, you are right, my attitude towards Boss Dong yesterday. It's really not good, and the words are a bit heavy."
After a while, he resumed his fearless attitude: "Sister, but I have reported it to Pei Zhi, he agreed, and he is the boss, so I naturally want to listen. Sister, I deal with the company's interests and protect my rights reasonably. I have a clear conscience. Sister, to be honest, I contacted a law firm in Rongcheng yesterday, in case Boss Dong does not agree, I will bring a lawyer to find him today."
The three "sister" calls made Cheng Jiama stunned, and Zhuang Fan said it clearly, without fear of wearing shoes. After a long while, Cheng Jiama asked, "You don't give any face at all?"
Zhuang Fan replied: "Sister, if you speak, of course I will give it, and I will be polite to Boss Dong today."
Seeing that he couldn't get a bargain, Cheng Jiama said resentfully, "Brother Pei asked for your help, you really found the right person."
"Sister." Zhuang Fan's heart was endless, "Then shall I sleep a little longer?"
Beauty hung up. Just like a slap in the face.
Zhuang Fanxin rolled over and lay on his back, the curtains were not tight, a ray of light fell on the quilt, he closed his eyes, and there were many things in his mind. The lawyer's surname is Wu, the highest temperature today is 17 degrees, and the hotel breakfast is stuck on the TV cabinet... After screening, the most important thing is that Gu Zhuoyan will go to Rongcheng tomorrow morning.
He didn't sleep at all, got up to wash and dress, and went out the door.
Once again, I went to the factory in the town, without leaving the workshop, I met Boss Dong in the office. Zhuang Fanxin took the lawyer with him, still as polite and precious, disgusting cheap cigarettes to smell bad, shoes rubbing ashes, and turning a deaf ear to the other party's words.
Boss Dong rubbed and soaked for three or four hours, and the disposable paper cups for drinking water were all wrinkled, but he couldn't.
Loud and piercing bells echoed in the factory building. It was the workers' rest bell. During this bell, Boss Dong finally gave up struggling to produce a black crepe satin dress.
The order was passed to the director of the workshop, the cloth was adjusted, and the work started. After a few days of delay, he worked overtime to catch up with the schedule.
Zhuang Fan ordered the driver to send the lawyer back, but he didn't leave. He had a meal in the factory cafeteria. The company's quality inspector will arrive tomorrow morning, and he has to personally supervise the work before handing over.
Covering his earmuffs and masks, Zhuang Fanxin was still invaded by the noise of the machine and the smell of the fabric. When he left the factory at night, his ears were ringing slightly, his heart rate was too fast, and he almost vomited while leaning on the telephone pole.
I found an express hotel in the town, the conditions were poor, and the bathroom was still coquettish transparent glass.
He was thinking about Gu Zhuoyan's coming, so he woke up early in the morning and returned to the factory to supervise the work. The quality inspector came late at around nine o'clock.
After Zhuang Fan's heart was handed over and explained, he rushed back to the city in a hurry. There was not enough time, so he asked the driver to go directly to the train station. Fortunately, there was no traffic jam, and there were ten minutes left when we arrived at the train station.
Taking a breath, he sent Gu Zhuoyan: "I'm here to pick you up."
A high-speed train entered the station. Gu Zhuoyan didn't reply after reading it. He got out of the car and stopped on the platform for a while. Under his feet was the boundary of Rongcheng.
Gu Zhuoyan moved with the sign, walking like a shooting star. From a distance, he saw a lot of people outside the station. When he got closer, he saw a face that looked up from the neck, handsome and beautiful, but his hair was slightly messy, like a small peacock with a silly open screen poking among the ducks.
Zhuang Fanxin also saw him, waved his hand, and squeezed hard, but he hadn't seen him for a few days, but it seemed that he was a man who was working abroad and returned home at the end of the year. little daughter-in-law.
"Clumsy, hey, big brother let me go!" Zhuang Fanxin squeezed in front of Gu Zhuoyan. There are a lot of threads on his clothes, and it smells bad. It was stained by the factory, and he was afraid that the other party would dislike it.
He squatted in the crowd and smiled sincerely: "Go to the hotel."
Gu Zhuoyan saw Zhuang Fan's embarrassed appearance, made a guess in his heart, walked over and asked, "How is the official business going?"
"It's done." Zhuang Fanxin dodged a step and silently tangled the thread, "Production has already started."
On the way to the hotel, Gu Zhuoyan admired the streets that he passed by, both familiar and friendly, and unfamiliar ones that he hadn't seen for a long time. He was in a hurry to move his limbs and said, "Let's take a walk in a while."
"Okay." Zhuang Fanxin was leaning against the car door, in a brighter mood than the sun, "Thank you for posting on your Moments last night, otherwise I wouldn't have known you were in Xiamen."
Gu Zhuoyan smiled especially lightly, only the corners of his mouth moved a little, feeling guilty and proud. After arriving at the hotel and checking in, the room is on the same floor as Zhuang Fanxin's room, facing diagonally.
Zhuang Fanxin said, "I didn't come back from town last night. I need to take a bath." He estimated that it would not be long, "Come to me after you pack up."
Gu Zhuoyan said, "Okay, I'll give you twenty minutes."
Zhuang Fanxin went back to his room, kicked off his sneakers, took off his windbreaker and knitted sweater, and threw the dirty clothes into the laundry basket. Just as he unbuttoned his trousers, the supervisor called him to ask how things were going.
While replying, he turned on the computer and sent the electronic version of the shipping order back to the company. Two designers came to pester him, so he had to open the microphone and talk to the other party about the sample plan for autumn and winter.
It took a long time to finish talking, when someone knocked on the door when I closed the computer, Zhuang Fan said, "Oh, it's broken. Opening the door, Gu Zhuoyan changed into a sweater and sweatpants and stood outside, the outline of the cigarette case in his trouser pocket looming.
Shirt with rolled collar, jeans with thread, Gu Zhuoyan frowned: "You haven't washed it yet?"
"Immediately! Watch TV first!" Zhuang Fanxin pulled the man in, daring not to delay any longer, and burrowed into the bathroom.
Gu Zhuoyan slipped to the end of the bed. There were piles of messy clothes and a few scraps of paper with plans. He sat down, took a mandarin orange that the hotel delivered every day, and peeled it.
Wow, the sound of water came out, it was very loud, people could not ignore the sound, it felt that the fine hair would be wet all at once.
The water droplets splashed and slid down the texture of the skin, from the white porcelain neck, to the chest, to the shoulder blades, stroked the slender waist and abdomen, shunted at the spine, and gathered shallowly in the waist fossa.
The mandarin oranges were peeled, and the round and bulging shapes were closed, and when pressed, they softened, and they looked like they were ripe enough to be picked. Gu Zhuoyan rubbed a seam, his fingertips pulled to both sides, slowly opened, and there was juice on his hands.
Tear off a piece of the mouthpiece, he chewed it, it was extremely sweet.
The sound of water stopped abruptly, and Zhuang Fan's heart was washed.
Gu Zhuoyan took out his mobile phone, not sure what to do, and opened the mailbox to clear the useless text messages. In fact, he looked at the time at the top, one minute, two minutes, a total of four long minutes passed.
With the sound of flipping slippers, Zhuang Fanxin came out of the bathroom, without clothes on, a navy blue bath towel wrapped around his waist, extending to his knees, his waist, abdomen and calves were dazzlingly white.
The water was wiped off, but it was scribbled, and there was an inconspicuous, slippery layer of water on the skin. He was still thin, narrow and light, but his ribs were wrapped in flesh, not so distinct, with a hint of slenderness.
Zhuang Fanxin stopped in front of the TV cabinet, facing Gu Zhuoyan's direction. He poured water to drink, and occasionally asked slightly hoarsely, "Do you drink water?"
Gu Zhuoyan replied, "Don't drink."
He has deleted forty-three text messages, lowered his head, Zhuang Fanxin stayed in the corner of his vision, naked upper body, covering his lower body with shame, like a pure ignorant, holding a water glass and sipping.
Half a glass of white water was seen to the bottom, and the water marks on the surface of the skin evaporated. Zhuang Fanxin put down the water glass and caught a glimpse of the few cloves of mandarin oranges left beside him. He picked it up to eat, puffed out his cheeks, a little cold, but the eyes that peeked at Gu Zhuoyan were warm.
After drinking and eating, Zhuang Fanxin hesitated next to the edge of the cabinet, a school of pretentious virtue. Peeking turned into a clear look, he looked at Gu Zhuoyan, anxiously waiting for Gu Zhuoyan to look at him too.
confirm deletion? confirm.
Gu Zhuoyan has cleaned up 80 pieces of information.
Tick tock, a drop of water from the tip of his hair fell on his shoulders, and Zhuang Fan's heart seemed to be scalded: "Ah, my hair is so wet..." He went into the bathroom and took a towel out, "I'll wipe it again."
He stood at the corner of the bed, getting closer to Gu Zhuoyan, rubbing his head, there were no water droplets, and the outermost layer was even dry.
Zhuang Fan pretended to wipe his heart, and twisted his thin shoulders over and over, deliberately not wearing clothes. He put his face aside, put aside his shame, and waited for Gu Zhuoyan to look at him, his snow-white flesh, and the tattoos on his shoulders.
Gu Zhuoyan always lowered his head and swiped his phone, pressing his brow bone without raising it.
His courage lost little by little, and he fell to the bottom. Zhuang Fan gave up completely. He went around the bed to get dressed, sat down, and held the bath towel around his waist dejectedly.
He was suddenly sad, so sad that his heart was broken, and he was no longer attractive to Gu Zhuoyan, as a man. He really panicked, grabbing a piece of clothing, his hands trembling slightly as he pulled it over his head.
Gu Zhuoyan reminded behind his back: "It's worn backwards."
Oh... Wearing it the other way around, Zhuang Fan couldn't care less about the embarrassment, he put the clothes around his neck and twisted it around, then pulled out his sleeves. What... You can't help but hesitate, how do you know he's wearing the wrong way if you don't look at him
read...
peep!
Zhuang Fanxin turned around abruptly, and crawled over the bed with both hands and feet. He stopped at the end of the bed, bumped into Gu Zhuoyan's left shoulder, and stared at Gu Zhuoyan's profile with his head pointed.
He wanted to regain his dignity, and he wanted to grab a bag and ask a few questions. He was out of control when he opened his lips, like a seductive: "When I was taking a shower, I thought of you sitting outside, and I felt that the water was so hot."
Heart beating, Gu Zhuoyan forced himself to stop, the only twenty text messages left were useful. Zhuang Fanxin approached him out of the corner of his eye, squeezed his arm, the scent of the fragrant shower gel drifted over, and he called his name expectantly.
He turned his face to look at Zhuang Fanxin, the V-neck sweater was a little crooked, the heart-shaped tattoo on his collarbone was half exposed, and the bath towel was still wrapped around his legs. He didn't know whether he was wearing underwear or not.
"Fuck you," Gu Zhuoyan cursed hoarsely, "learned to show your breasts to men in America?"
Zhuang Fan's heart shook for a while: "No."
Gu Zhuoyan hooked him, his palms pressed against his slightly convex spine, he couldn't stop trembling, and obediently leaned into Gu Zhuoyan's arms.
Zhuang Fanxin wanted to explain that he didn't. He was very good in the United States. He had to pull the quilt to cover his legs, and his shame returned to the cage. He curled his toes and tried to hide.
At this time, a pent-up jealousy burned his skin and flesh, Gu Zhuoyan hugged him, warned him, and gave him a death order: "In the future, you can only show it to me."
Zhuang Fan's heart was light, like a long drought and a tide, and the whole person suddenly became soft.