It's the torture I can't suppress.
Could you please not
Don't choose to dodge
I just want to love you
I want to love you too much
Can it only be in the fog
Guess your outline
— Jeff Chang, "I Want to Love You So Much"
When Liao Weixin returned to the multi-purpose hall, Tang Lin came up to him and said with a smile, "Boss Liao, you can't arrange other activities tonight. I have booked a hotel. The reception staff of our Sports Bureau and you Kerry people will have a gathering. From now until the end of the Olympics next year, we have to cooperate happily."
Liao Weixin smiled politely, "Since we are here in Kerry, it is natural for me to treat you. How can I let Director Tang pay for it?" Tang Lin waved his hand, "No, no, I have to treat you this time. Next time, I will let you treat me next time." Without waiting for Liao Weixin to answer, he turned around and called Bai Jiming, "Xiaobai, you come too. There is a long time for both parties to cooperate in the future. Let's take this opportunity to get to know each other."
Bai Jiming was stunned at first, then he smiled and nodded.
From the time they met again, to sitting down and chatting with everyone, to taking the bus to the restaurant, to sitting around the table, Bai Jiming was like he was really meeting Mr. Liao, the CEO of the largest five-star hotel in S City, for the first time. His words, manners, and facial expressions were all as natural as could be.
If he had avoided her on purpose, Liao Weixin wouldn't be in such a bad mood. This man wiped out that month completely, leaving no trace. How could there be such a person? Is he too good at acting, or too ruthless
Liao Weixin couldn't act like nothing had happened, and he couldn't help but follow Bai Jiming, which was contrary to his usual cheerful and talkative nature. He just laughed at the polite words of government officials such as Tang Lin. Sometimes Liao Weixin would look up and see Bai Jiming turned his head away. When their eyes met, his heart would beat fast.
The dishes had been ordered, and there were seven or eight people at the table, including several executive directors from Kerry, Bai Jiming from Tang Lin, and several teachers from the sports school. Everyone was very reserved at first, but after all, they were all experienced people in the industry and were interested in getting to know each other. After a few drinks, things gradually became lively.
As soon as the door opened, Du Zicheng entered the private room, looked at the people at the table, and said with a smile: "Sorry, sorry, I'm late for something." Several people stood up quickly. Du Zicheng was the vice president of Kerry, responsible for contacting officials from the Sports Bureau. Many people here were familiar with him. However, it was the first time he saw Bai Jiming. He was stunned at the time and called out: "Bai Jiming." Subconsciously, he looked at Liao Weixin.
The three people's eyes met in the air. Before they could figure out what was hidden in each other's eyes, they heard Tang Lin shouting at the side: "Xiao Bai, do you know Mr. Du?"
Bai Jiming nodded slightly: "Yes, we are college classmates." Tang Lin laughed: "That's even better, Xiaobai, come and sit next to Mr. Du."
Liao Weixin looked at Bai Jiming and smiled as he sat down. Du Zicheng asked a few questions in a low voice and seemed to glance up at him. Bai Jiming did not look up and replied softly, so Du Zicheng looked relieved.
There were toasts, loud conversations, and laughter, but Liao Weixin was staring at that person. Bai Jiming was still very quiet, and only talked quietly with Du Zicheng. Du Zicheng was a natural comedian, and he could make people laugh with just a few words. Bai Jiming was very happy, and from time to time he would clench his fist and cover his mouth with his fist to laugh.