On the way home, a flight at more than nine o'clock, the clouds outside the cabin were beautifully stacked.
Zhuang Fanxin sat next to the window, enjoying a moment to turn on the computer and read a SWOT analysis from the company. Gu Zhuoyan sat next to him and had already started to write the report of the two phases of the Xiamen project. No one wanted to pay attention to anyone.
In fact, I was quite apprehensive on the way to the airport. Rongcheng Airport was really sad. They said goodbye and said goodbye several times. The last time they separated was outside the security line, and they hadn't seen each other for ten years.
In fact, from changing the boarding pass to the line for security check, Gu Zhuoyan's work phone did not stop, and Zhuang Fanxin also received a notification from the silhouette that there will be a meeting tomorrow morning, and both bosses will attend. When they had time to look around the airport, they were already in the waiting room.
The flight attendant passed by and asked what I wanted to drink. Gu Zhuoyan said, "Juice." He didn't leave the display screen, he just paused, and ordered the person next to him, "I want another bottle of water."
Zhuang Fan was very focused. After reading the SWOT analysis, he raised his head, turned the water, and complained unsatisfactorily, "Why do you drink juice and I drink plain water?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "Why don't you drink plain water if you have a sore throat?" He considered himself considerate, turned his face, and waited to see Zhuang Fan's moving and vigorous appearance.
Unexpectedly, Zhuang Fan squinted at him with a smirk on his face, probably because he was spoiled. "It's all up to you." He even bit back, his voice sticky, "Otherwise, why would my throat be swollen."
Seeing that Gu Zhuoyan didn't understand, Zhuang Fan leaned closer and whispered to the other person's ear: "It's not because I was at the bar that night..." She was utterly embarrassed, resisted, and murmured, "… You grind it."
Rao is that Gu Zhuoyan has always been calm, but now he can't hold back, the corners of his mouth trembled, and the tip of his ears floated an indistinct red layer. Satisfied, do you like short ones?"
Zhuang Fanxin pushed the stinky hooligan away with his elbows and went to look at the clouds outside the cabin, in an angry posture. Gu Zhuoyan was secretly laughing, but he obviously touched it with real swords and guns, and he couldn't stand the teasing words.
For a while, Zhuang Fan's heart didn't move, Gu Zhuoyan reached out and patted him and called him: "Is it so beautiful?" Zhuang Fanxin shrugged and broke away, Gu Zhuoyan asked, "Are you really angry?"
Zhuang Fan looked back, his eyes were extremely complicated, full of flames, angry, but still cold and sad, with a heartbroken resentment. Like Li Mochou and Lian Nishang, they are both crazy and crazy after being let down by their lover.
Gu Zhuoyan was stunned for a moment, and pulled the person over: "Why do you react so much, do you want to stab me to death?"
Zhuang Fan said with a gloomy face: "The ones you talked about before..." He rubbed the crown of his teeth, as if his teeth were itching with hatred, "You also said that to them? The next three, did you say it?"
Gu Zhuoyan reacted: "I think about it." The tone was deliberately prolonged, "After all, there are several, right? Some just kissed, and two lived with me for a while."
He looked sideways, and Zhuang Fan panicked, his temples throbbing like a blow to his heart. He was too familiar with this situation. In the past one or two years, he couldn't think about the other party, and he tortured himself crazy with the slightest fantasy.
Gu Zhuoyan couldn't make it any longer, so he disconnected and dissected the tightly covered past. "I remember it all," he said. "I remember the day I sent you away."
Every word they said, every frown in Zhuang Fan's heart, were preserved in the depths of his memory. I dug it out and exposed it to the sun, and scrutinized it carefully. There will be no mistakes. You especially remember that his name was Zhuang Fanxin, who promised to never forget him.
I still remember that Zhuang Fanxin went out and turned back, rushed to kiss him, and kissed him while crying in front of all beings, in front of Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu.
Zhuang Fan thought about that moment and forgot everything: "I've been crying since I passed through the security check, I cried so hard, my dad dragged me by the back collar and got on the plane, I huddled in my seat and still cried. When I got to Los Angeles, my eyes were so swollen that I couldn't open my eyes."
"What happened later?" Gu Zhuoyan asked, "How did your parents react?"
Zhuang Fan replied: "I came out of the closet and told them that I had a better time with you." He smiled a little, "My parents accepted it after digesting it for a few days, and they didn't interfere in my affairs. They said..."
Gu Zhuoyan said eagerly, "What?"
"Tell me, since I've talked to Xiao Gu," Zhuang Fanxin imitated his parents' words, "it means that you have your eyes on the top of your head, so you shouldn't talk casually, just let him go."
Gu Zhuoyan was pleased and annoyed: "Then that way, the grandson you liked later is also good."
"...Why are you pulling on me again?" Zhuang Fan suddenly realized, "You haven't made it clear, the few you live with—"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "What do I make clear? You chase me, and I have to report to you to make it clear?" One sentence defeated Zhuang Fanxin. Your parents are also satisfied with the grandson's relationship?"
Zhuang Fan knew in his heart what Gu Zhuoyan wanted to hear, so he answered awkwardly: "I'm not satisfied, I said that I can't compare with you, how can you be good, it's like heaven and earth."
"Uncles and aunts can look at people." Gu Zhuoyan felt a little more at ease, "Then what do you think, I compare with that grandson."
Zhuang Fanxin said, "You crushed him in every way."
Gu Zhuoyan's greed is beyond imagination, he squinted and said, "It's not just crushing, I'll just get rid of him."
Three hours later, the plane landed and put on their down jackets. Gu Zhuoyan and Zhuang Fanxin left the airport. The driver was waiting. Gu Zhuoyan went straight to work at GSG, and Zhuang Fanxin went back to his residence.
Just as the key was in the jack, the phone vibrated against his thigh, it was Wen Lin. Zhuang Fanxin entered the room and picked it up while changing shoes: "Hello? What's the matter?"
"Director, are you back?"
"Just got home." The child's tone was very excited, and Zhuang Fanxin joked, "I'm not at the company, are you very relaxed? Are you in a particularly happy mood?"
Wen Lin said, "Of course not, Director. I remembered that you were not there until I finished buying coffee every morning, and I lost the whole morning." It happened to be noon now, "Director, are you coming to the company in the afternoon?"
Zhuang Fan thought for a while: "I won't go." The sample plan has been submitted, and the analysis has been finished. "Take care of my office. See you tomorrow, my little one."
Wen Lin hurriedly stated his main purpose before hanging up: "Director, Mr. Cheng will also come to the meeting tomorrow. Can you arrange a group photo for me? My family invited him for a reception for a year. I was in France at the time, and I missed it..."
What is there to take a photo with Cheng Jiama, Zhuang Fan confided, reacted for a moment, remembered the notice of the meeting, both bosses will be present, one is Pei Zhi, the other is... Cheng Jiashu
After hanging up, Zhuang Fanxin sent a message to Pei Zhi: "Have you come back with your husband?"
Pei Zhi replied with a "chopper" expression.
Cheng Jiashu has appeared on the silhouette only a handful of times, and most of the employees have never seen him. Now he is very popular, and he is so red that he wants to show up, which makes the whole company eagerly wait to see the real face.
Zhuang Fanxin clocked in on time and wondered, there was no one in the elevator? When I arrived at the design department, I was first shaken by the girl at the front desk. The sloping shoulder dress, the spring style of the niche luxury brand, the exposed shoulders were fair and slender, neither wide nor narrow.
"Is it cold?" Zhuang Fanxin asked gay, "I have to ask for leave if I have a cold."
He went in, there were no empty seats in the department, and he was the last one to arrive. Looking around, everyone was dressed up. Wen Lin came up, dressed in a custom-made suit with a French casual style on the corners, and a Patek Philippe watch on his coffee hand.
Zhuang Fan asked, "Are you going to have a blind date again today?"
"What kind of kiss..." Wen Lin said, "I want to see President Cheng."
Zhuang Fan rolled his eyes speechlessly, entered the office, had a phone call with the quality inspector of the Fujian factory, and then started to prepare samples for autumn and winter.
Half an hour later, it was lively outside, and it was Pei Zhi who arrived.
After Christmas, we separated, Zhuang Fanxin got up and went out, and Pei Zhi pushed open the door of the office first. "How many days will you be back?" Zhuang Fan asked impatiently, helping Pei Zhi hang up the bag, "Are you still leaving?"
Pei Zhi said, "If you don't go, the work of the crew is over." He took Zhuang Fanxin's shoulder and squeezed, "It's been a hard business trip, and I want you to go to the factory, do you need a few days off?"
"It's okay, it's almost the Spring Festival holiday anyway." Zhuang Fan raised his chin to the outside, "Why are you alone? Cheng Jiashu didn't come?"
Here, Cheng Jiama dragged him away as soon as he got out of the elevator. After listening to Zhuang Fanxin, he smiled and said a little contemptuously: "My brother is backing up, it seems that there is no way to pursue the matter of the factory."
Pei knew: "Don't worry, I asked my friends in Fujian to inquire, and we will change the factory when we find a suitable one." He can ignore the usual trivial matters, and he has no time to care about it, but it affects the design and almost damages the interests of the company. Negotiable.
Zhuang Fan was naturally happy, thinking about it and asking, "What are you going to say at the meeting today?"
Pei Zhi was about to answer, but the pot was fried outside the office. He opened the door and saw all his colleagues surrounded. In the middle, Cheng Jiashu bowed his head and was taller than the others, taking the pen and paper to sign.
"Wow..." Zhuang Fan murmured, "the popularity is so high, eh."
It was Pei Zhi who rolled his eyes. He was used to seeing, touching, and listening to sweet words. He was admired by other people and regarded as a male god and idol. I felt that everyone was so ignorant.
Suddenly the crowd dispersed, and Cheng Jiashu's assistant made a way, facing the door of the office.
Zhuang Fanxin finally saw clearly, the first impression was that he was tall, Cheng Jiashu was a model, and his body proportions were excellent, and his long legs were particularly eye-catching when walking. The appearance is also first-class, bright and handsome, and it adds some temperament after being packaged in the entertainment industry.
But he thought, it's better than Gu Zhuoyan, Gu Zhuoyan is not fancy at all, and is as mellow as Pinot Noir, no one can compare.
In the blink of an eye, Cheng Jiashu came to the door, his eyes were always on Pei Zhi, he looked at Zhuang Fanxin before saying hello, and stretched out his hand: "I always hear Xiaozhi mention you, I haven't had a chance to meet in the crew, we will eat together after the meeting today. meal."
Zhuang Fanxin shook it back, and the dark history of Cheng Jiashu circled in his mind, Los Angeles, the ACC competition building, the pantry, according to the silhouette of Pei Zhiqin... He almost laughed, and said sternly, "I'm Zhuang Fanxin, it's a pleasure to meet."
After a few words of greetings, Cheng Jiashu wanted to go to Pei Zhi's office to have a look.
Just next door, Pei Zhi led the eye-catching star back to the office, with stacks of documents on the table, neatly coded. He took off his coat and threw it on the sofa, walked to the table and stood, opening a book that needed to be signed.
Cheng Jiashu was like an assistant, he followed behind to close the door, pulled down the blinds, and then visited the furnishings in the house for his own amusement. The carpet was very thick, and it was quiet to step on it. He paced behind Pei Zhi, supported the edge of the table with both hands, and surrounded people.
Bending down the tall man, Cheng Jiashu's chin rested on Pei Zhi's shoulder: "Being so cold to me, what did I do wrong to make you unhappy?"
Pei Zhi bowed his head and signed: "The crew sees you every day, I'm tired of it."
"Whose couple don't see each other every day?" Cheng Jiashu folded his arms and pinched Pei Zhi's waist, "How enthusiastic my colleagues are, they all said they liked me when they greeted me."
Pei Zhipat closed the book, turned his cheek a little, and aimed at the end of his eyes: "The male peacock opens the screen."
Cheng Jiashu tilted his head to kiss: "How did you get your attention when you didn't open the screen?" He hugged Pei Zhi and kissed the other party to throw away the document, parted, and said in a passionate voice, "At night, I'll go see your grandma with you?"
Pei Zhi gasped, turned back and said, "No need."