dead innocent

Today's weather is very good. The smog entrenched in the sky of Yinjiang City has finally cleared up after three or four days of wind and rain.The sky was a wash of blue, like an overexposed landscape photo.

The air conditioner in the office is turned on very low, and the humidity is also very low.The air conditioner next to the upper right corner of the window is spewing out large white mist like a dry ice machine, and the pot of Sijihong placed on the window sill cannot withstand the devastation of such low temperature.With drooping head and listless arms and head down, there is no vitality that flowers should show in summer.

Qiao Shishi knocked on the door, and after getting permission, he pushed the door open. He was instantly shocked by the cold air that was incompatible with the season at this time. He stood at the door and shook off the goosebumps on his body before walking in. .

"Boss, are you really not cold?"

Qiao Shishi stood in front of the desk, watching him ask sincerely.

Chu Xingyun slumped in the leather chair without shape or style, with his legs crossed up and down on the corner of the table.Wearing black short-sleeves that cost 100 yuan for a dozen wholesales, blue and black jeans from some years ago, and labels of "Yiwu Commodity Wholesale City" plastered all over his body.However, his attire is very youthful. If the rigid government office at this time is replaced by a university classroom, there is no difference in him being in it.

In summer, the air conditioner in his office must be at its fullest in the whole building, and the temperature difference with the outdoors can be said to be twofold.The elderly aunt who cleaned the house once came to his office and almost had a heart attack.

He threw the document covering his face on the table, opened his arms towards Qiao Shishi, and showed a coquettish smile: "It's cold, come and warm me up."

As soon as Qiao Shishi flicked his hair, he walked around the table and walked towards his thigh. Chu Xingyun was so frightened that he quickly took his leg off the table and sat down, raised his arm and made a gesture of resistance: "Yo Yo, let me Can't do it."

Qiao Shishi leaned on the edge of the table, folded his arms and smiled vigorously: "What can't be done, give me a chance, leader."

Chu Xingyun looked at her, and said with a dry smile: "Our thighs are not precious." He pointed to the upstairs: "The upper one is the real golden thigh."

Qiao Shishi thought for a while about Yang Ju's upright and unsmiling face, his translucent black eyes rolled around and he thought of something, then his eyes lit up: "Then I have hope to become Sanyang's Damn it."

As soon as the voice fell, the office door was pushed open again. Yang Kaitai stood at the door, listened to the end of the sound impartially, and asked with a puzzled face: "Who is my godmother?"

Qiao Shishi smiled tautly, looked at Yang Kaitai and winked maliciously: "Hey, call me mom."

Naturally, Chu Xingyun would not let go of the opportunity to take advantage, stood up and hugged Qiao Shishi's shoulders, and said in a serious manner: "Call Dad."

Yang Kaitai: "...you two are enough."

Chu Xingyun and Qiao Shishi looked at each other, smiled happily, and clapped loudly.

At this time, there was a noise in the corridor coming in through the open door, and Chu Xingyun asked, "Why is it so noisy?"

Master Qiao said with an expression of "look at how my memory has forgotten the business", and said: "So who, Captain Fu's wife and children are here."

Yang Kaitai answered the second half of the sentence lightly: "I also brought a lot of snacks."

Fu Yi's wife is a pastry chef with a level of French cordon bleu. She often visits the team with snacks and expresses condolences to dozens of mouths. Chu Xingyun.

Chu Xingyun left the two messengers behind, strode out of the office, followed the sound and turned into a conference room, and when he opened the door, he saw Fu Yi hugging his daughter, sitting behind a long table with his wife in love and harmony, There was a pile of empty cardboard boxes on the table.

Chu Xingyun glanced at the empty box before saying, "Yo, sister-in-law is here."

Fu Yi's wife is very temperamental, with white skin and a slender neck, wearing a long skirt and long black hair, like a ballet dancer, she smiled affectionately at him: "You are late, Captain Chu."

Fu Yi said: "I asked Master to call you a long time ago."

Chu Xingyun picked up an empty box, poured out a few pieces of residue, sighed, leaned against the table and rubbed his fists and stretched his arms towards Fu Yi: "It doesn't matter, let me hug my wife."

Fu Yi handed his daughter to him, and said with a helpless smile, "She's only three years old, so you're too embarrassed."

His daughter is very beautiful, just like her mother, with big eyes, white skin, and a very spiritual energy, and she can be seen as a beauty at a glance.The beauty embryo speaks late, her vocabulary is very scarce, and she is also very shy. After seeing Chu Xingyun many times, she still doesn't like to be hugged by him. She is held in Chu Xingyun's arms obediently without struggling or resisting.It's just a pitiful look with a small mouth puckered, ready to cry.

Chu Xingyun coaxing a child is as clumsy as coaxing a woman, holding the little beauty in his arms with an aggrieved face will only hold it high, and then utter some childish monosyllabic words, he is not familiar with coaxing his own cat.

The little beauty suddenly yelled at the door: "Brother."

Chu Xingyun looked back, Yang Kaitai came in, the little man in his arms stretched out his arms like a bird thrown into the forest, so he handed the child to Yang Kaitai with a face of frustration, puzzled: "Why? Woolen cloth?"

Yang Kaitai hugged the child and said, "You are too cold."

That's right, he stayed in the office all day today, and the air conditioner was too strong, and now his skin was damp and cold, like a cold-blooded animal, that child would like to stay in his arms.

He put his hands on Yang Kaitai's shoulders: "Why do you attract girls so much, tell godfather about it."

Yang Kaitai is not very happy today, as usual Chu Xingyun joked with him, although he couldn't stand it, he would smirk and beg for mercy.But today he was a little absent-minded, he was only focused on adjusting his posture for holding the child, and he didn't hear clearly what Xing Yun was saying.After switching the child from the left arm to the right arm, he replied in a daze, "I don't like girls."

Chu Xingyun: "...what?"

Fu Yiyin's eyes behind the glasses flickered slightly, then he raised his head to look at him, then lowered his eyes again, took off his glasses, closed his eyes and pinched the center of his brows.

Yang Kaitai spoke quickly without thinking about it, and when he thought about what he said just now, his face turned red and his eyes suddenly became flustered.His eyes wandered around as if he wanted to find a point of focus, but he couldn't find it, so he turned and walked away with the child in his arms: "You hate the captain so much!"

Chu Xingyun looked innocent: "What happened to this child today?"

Fu Yi picked up the pen on the table, held it between his fingers, and turned it back and forth, staring at the constantly rotating cap of the pen, and quietly changed the subject: "You, your balcony has been repaired?"

The topic was too blunt, Chu Xingyun gave him a strange look, then sat at the table, unwilling to give up and searched in a pile of empty boxes: "Not yet, I don't have time, let Yang Shu help I--"

After saying Yang Shu's name, he remembered that Fu Yi didn't know Yang Shu, so he explained, "I'm a college classmate."

Fu Yi didn't pay attention to what he said, and was absent-minded all the time. With a snap, the pen in his hand fell on the table, the cap of the pen was thrown off, and a puddle of blue-black ink spilled from the tip of the pen.

The sound was not small, and Chu Xingyun, who was concentrating on looking for snacks, was taken aback, raised his head and looked at Fu Yi with a little doubt: "What's wrong with you?"

Fu Yi looked at the ink spilled on the table and the pen tip that had been broken in the ink, frowned slightly, and said nothing with tight lips, took the tissue handed over by his wife without any haste She wiped her hands and said, "It's okay, I met Yang Shu."

The topic was abruptly dragged back by him.

"Have you seen it? Where?"

"Isn't she the one who came with Jiang Zhaonan last time?"

Chu Xingyun found a few leftovers in a biscuit box: "How do you know it's her."

Fu Yi threw the tissue into the trash can, avoided the center of the topic, played a side ball, and said, "Guess."

Speaking of Yang Shu, Chu Xingyun thought of the immoral things He Cheng did, and lied to him that he was drunk and called everyone to come out of the closet.At that time, he was so angry that he wanted to scold He Cheng, to get rid of this kid's stinking nonsense, but he called the phone but was cowardly, and hung up in time before the connection was made.

He was afraid that He Cheng would hold grudges, so he seized the opportunity to punish him in the future. Whether it was in work or in life, if He Cheng stumbled over him, then he would never get back up, so he put on a forgiveness hat again.

Forget it, there's no other way, it's not that we don't know what he is, so we can only tolerate him, why let us be his brother.

Fu Yi looked thoughtfully at the way he was picking up debris in the cardboard box, and asked, "Why don't you ask He Cheng to help you repair the balcony?"

Mentioning this little bastard, Chu Xingyun felt jealous for a moment, took out a tissue to wipe his hands, curled the corners of his lips in a dull manner, and said, "You are a big boss, how can you care about my mess?" Son."

A few days ago, there was a sudden heavy wind and heavy rain in Yinjiang City, which washed away the balcony of the civil servant's house of his tofu project, and even the floors near the balcony were also damaged by the rain.Not only that, but he also destroyed Daman and Xiaoman's nest. In order not to let the cat become a homeless stray cat, he sent the two cats to He Cheng. He originally wanted to ask He Cheng to help him repair the balcony and floor.But that day, He Cheng didn't know that he was not pleasing to the eye, and rejected him without thinking of affection at all.

As soon as it was bright that day, he drove the car to the downstairs of the He Cheng community. At that time, the rain continued from the night before to the early morning of the next day, but the wind was a little weaker. He covered the only black umbrella in the house. On Maolan, sheltering his two ancestors from the wind and rain, he walked naked through the rain curtain and walked into the elevator of Building A. It was only a few steps away, and his body was almost wet.

When he reached the 7th floor, he wiped the rain off his face and walked to the door of Room 717. He took out the key card from his pocket and prepared to open the door. It was Saturday, and He Cheng usually slept late on weekends. The door in front of him was pulled open from the inside, and the person who opened the door was not He Cheng.

Chu Xingyun met the young man who opened the door coldly, both of them were stunned for a moment, and then the one in the room laughed first: "Ah, it's you."