Ji Ran held the steering wheel and listened to the ringing of the mobile phone beside him.
At seven o'clock in the evening, there was a traffic jam in the city, and he waited twice for this red light and failed to pass.
The phone rang, he glanced at it, and picked it up.
"How did you go?" Qin Man asked.
"I am busy."
Hearing that his tone was wrong, Qin Man said, "Where are you, I'll find you."
Ji Ran took a deep breath without revealing a trace.
He hadn't seen the document, and he hadn't asked the matter clearly, so he couldn't draw any conclusions right now.
"No." The indicator light turned green, Ji Ran said, "Drive, hang up."
Ji Ran drove very slowly this time, keeping forty miles and slowly moving down the street.
In order to hide from Chen An, Cheng Peng recently lived in a house near the company. Ji Ran parked the car in the parking lot and went straight upstairs.
"Come on." Cheng Peng opened the door and looked him up and down, "Where did you come from, it's been so long."
"Traffic jam." Ji Ran said concisely.
There are two documents on the glass table in the living room.
"These are what I can confirm at the moment." Cheng Peng said, "There must be some that haven't been found out. Look."
Ji Ran sat on the sofa and casually turned two pages.
Cheng Peng looked at him from the opposite side, and seeing his calm face, Cheng Peng was a little surprised.
Ten minutes later, Ji Ran closed the document.
Then ask the person in front of you: "Is there any water? I'm thirsty."
Cheng Peng said: "Yes, what would you like to drink?"
"Bai Kai." Ji Ran paused and asked again, "Is there any wine?"
"Yes, but only beer." Cheng Peng said understandingly, "If you want to drink red wine, I will have it delivered from the wine cellar."
"Just beer."
A few minutes later, there was the sound of beer opening in the living room.
Ji Ran squeezed the can of beer, leaned back, crossed Erlang's legs, and his posture was casual, as if he had returned to the way he was a few months ago.
"Any cigarettes?" he asked again after taking two sips.
"Didn't you say you want to quit smoking?" Cheng Peng said.
"Forget it."
Just mentioning him makes me feel like an idiot.
Cheng Peng handed him a cigarette, Ji Ran bent over to hold it with his mouth, lit it, and took a sip.
The long-lost smell, because he hadn't touched it for too long, he even felt a little choked.
Cheng Peng looked at him silently, and after a while he asked, "What are you going to do?"
Ji Ran exhaled a breath of smoke: "I don't know."
He really didn't know.
"You look very calm." Cheng Peng praised, "You are right, you are indeed better than me in this regard."
Ji Ran was silent, there is nothing to be proud of in this kind of shit.
To be honest, after learning about this, he wasn't surprised, but felt inexplicably relieved.
After all, he never thought that Qin Man would fall in love with him at first.
"Why do you think he pretended to be bankrupt?" Cheng Peng asked after igniting one.
Why else. Ji Ran thought coldly.
I want to see him give him money like a fool and like him like a fool.
Keep him in the dark the whole time, and give him the fatal blow until the end.
"But I don't think it's necessary for him to spend so much trouble." Cheng Peng saw what he was thinking, "Do you think it could be..."
"Ninety-nine percent and one percent, which do you want me to choose?" Ji Ran interrupted him and laughed at himself.
The love between him and Qin Man is a game.
I bet Qin Man didn't lie to him, bet he hit the big luck, and really made such a proud man bow his head to him.
He knew from the beginning that his odds of winning were too small, and Ji Ran would never have gambled before the change.
But after getting along for a few months, he realized that his chips had long been thrown on the gambling table, and there was nothing left. The bet is not refundable, so he can only open his mouth to gamble.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, there is something about him that you like.
He finds Qin Man every day, and the meeting is either cynical or sarcastic. They have been incompatible for so many years... unless Qin Man is a masochist.
"What if he really likes you." Cheng Peng thought about it, "or is he a patient with Stockholm Syndrome?"
"Come on, if you can't comfort others, just close your mouth and drink with me." Ji Ran clinked glasses with him, "I'm really fine."
"I'm ready, don't worry about me."
After drinking a glass of wine, Ji Ran's phone rang again.
He glanced at the caller ID, hung up and turned off the phone.
Then he raised the glass and touched Cheng Peng's again: "Do you have any rooms here?"
"Yes, drink it with confidence."
Ji Ran's drinking capacity is actually not good, not even Yue Wenwen can drink it.
However, his technique of rolling dice and punching is excellent, and he can't drink much wine after a game. After careful calculation, he is really not very drunk.
When he opened the sixth can of beer, Cheng Peng couldn't help but reach out and stop it: "Don't drink it."
"fine."
Ji Ran sighed.
His cheeks were already dyed pink, and his lips were watery.
After drinking half a cup, he suddenly remembered something: "Is my phone turned off?"
He groped around and couldn't find his phone. Cheng Peng hurriedly said, "It's closed, it was closed just now."
"you sure?"
"Sure." Cheng Peng was helpless.
Ji Ran sighed, relieved.
If he didn't turn off the phone, he was afraid of being cheap, so he called Qin Man when he was drunk.
Then ask him what he wants to do, is he playing tricks on him.
Like a hysterical clown.
To be honest, he wanted to ask now.
Not asking why he lied to himself.
I just wanted to ask him if any of the beautiful words he said before were true.
Cheng Peng wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know where to start.
In fact, in his opinion, Ji Ran is very calm now, and there is almost no other gaffe except for a little drunk on his face.
Cheng Peng was fortunate that he didn't have much wine in his refrigerator.
After Ji Ran drank the wine, he didn't play crazy, and didn't ask him to buy a few more bottles. He just said that he was tired and wanted to go back to his room to rest.
"Can you stand firm?" Cheng Peng stood up.
Ji Ran tried it.
Then he laughed: "Maybe I have to help."
I can still laugh, it should be really nothing. Cheng Peng helped him up, mixed him into the guest room, adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner, and covered him with two layers of quilt before turning around and leaving the room.
Looking at the empty cans all over the floor, Cheng Peng sighed.
He didn't plan to pack up, thinking about waiting for the cleaning aunt to come tomorrow. Just as he was about to go back to his room, he glanced from the corner of his eye and saw that there was a cell phone on the sofa, which belonged to Ji Ran.
Afraid of falling into the crevice of the sofa, he picked it up and just put it on the table when the incoming call rang through the living room.
Ji Ran turned off the phone early, and it was his cell phone that rang.
He glanced at the unfamiliar phone number, turned and walked out of the balcony.
"Which one?"
"Excuse me, it's me." Qin Man sat on the sofa, staring at the black TV screen, "Do you know where Ji Ran is?"
"Is something wrong with him?"
"He's with you?" Qin Man stood up, picked up the coat hanging on the sofa, and said decisively, "I'll pick him up now."
"You don't have to come here." Cheng Peng looked at the night scene and said, "He probably doesn't want to see you very much now."
Qin Man paused, holding his clothes and hanging his hands by his side: "What do you mean?"
Cheng Peng answered the question: "Congratulations in advance, the few pieces of land in Wangxing should be able to sell for a good price within two years."
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
After a long time, Qin Mancai asked, "Where are you now?"
"If you can't get an answer, don't keep asking." Cheng Peng lit his cigarette, "Qin Man. I know you and Ji Ran had a conflict when they were in school. If you don't agree with him, there are more solutions. Ji Ran is alone. Bo, I can't handle you, you really don't need to use such time-consuming and laborious means."
"I didn't." Qin Man rubbed his brows and forced himself to calm down, "You also said that I don't need to... Is he by your side now?"
He just kept calling Ji Ran and no one answered the phone. He thought that Gu Cheng or someone else had done something else, and he was very anxious.
"exist."
"I'll take him home."
"No, it seems that you don't need to worry about his affairs anymore." Cheng Peng said lightly, "You still think about how to explain it to him, so that you won't be too ugly when you break up."
Qin Man's tone was even cooler: "We will not break up."
Cheng Peng laughed, meaning unclear: "Is there anything else?"
"… What is he doing?"
"sleep."
The wind outside the balcony was too strong, Cheng Peng felt a little cold, and turned back to the living room. Who knew that there were several empty cans on the road, making a clanging sound.
Qin Man heard this voice, and he asked, "Did he drink?"
"I was bored and had two drinks."
Judging from the sound, I am afraid it is not the amount of two or three cups.
Qin Man was silent: "Are you drunk?"
Cheng Peng frowned and couldn't help but ask, "How much did he drink? Does it have anything to do with you?"
Qin Manchang is so old, and almost no one speaks to him in this tone. If it was someone else's business, he might have hung up the phone long ago.
He looked at the empty living room, threw his jacket back on the sofa, and sat back again: "...he gets drunk easily, you warm him up with milk, don't let him touch the water. He didn't eat much for dinner, he was almost drinking on an empty stomach. You put stomach medicine and water at his bedside, and he can make an emergency if he wakes up in the middle of the night."
After speaking, he paused, "Thank you."
"... He's my friend, I help him do things, I don't need your thanks." Cheng Peng said after being silent for a while.
"Trouble." Qin Man repeated.
Cheng Peng was silent for a long time, until Qin Man thought he had hung up.
"Ji Ran was poisoned when he was a child, do you know that?"
Qin Man was stunned, and his grip on the phone became heavier.
"After his mother died, the nanny who was closest to him gave him medicine, and he had to wash his stomach many times before washing it out."
Cheng Peng said slowly, "The father who has the deepest blood relationship with him ignored him, and the teacher who had the most guiding role in his growth turned a blind eye to him. Even Cheng Peng and I, after having been in contact with him for many years, finally reached the point of contact with him. That relationship today."
"But because of those things, his sense of security is almost zero."
"That's why he has few friends, and he has drawn a clear line with his relatives. But such a person is willing to fall in love with the person who he has hated since childhood..."
Speaking of this, Cheng Peng sighed inaudibly.
"... He's real, trying very hard to believe you."
After hanging up the phone, Qin Man sat on the sofa for a long time without moving.
It wasn't until the pain came from the palm of his hand that he came back to his senses a little, and when he looked down, he realized that a red mark had been pressed against the palm of his hand by his fingernails.
He couldn't help but called Ji Ran again.
The female voice was cold and poured into his ears like a basin of cold water.
He called Liu Chen and asked the other party to check the house under Cheng Peng's name. There was a reply shortly after.
The mobile phone was almost out of power and could not be taken out. Qin Man got up and went to the study, opened the drawer and wanted to find a pen and paper to write down the address.
But in the drawer, I saw a piece of printing paper with the words "Budget" written on the top of the paper.
Office space is 12 million for three years.
Two million to renovate.
The company uses four vehicles with a total of 2 million.
The employee salary is 4 million (tentatively to be changed).
…
Although it was not clearly written, Qin Man knew very well what it was. Many of these numbers are inaccurate, and it can be seen that the people who put together this table do not understand this aspect.
Ji Ran has no interest in starting a company, so this form... he made it for others.
Who this other person is is self-evident.
Further down, is a contract to sell a car. Qin Man hurriedly read a few lines, only to feel as if his chest was being grasped, and the pain was twitching and twitching.
Cheng Peng was right, Ji Ran really tried his best to believe him.
Also working hard... I want to be nice to him.
This feeling is frank and warm, unreserved and pure.
Qin Man was holding this hot contract, his thoughts were disordered, and for the first time in his life, he was at a loss, and he was at a loss.