Mr. Tan's Mr. Tan

Tan Jiping actually goes to find Tan Xiao every year.

On his birthday.

The first time was purely accidental.

In fact, he did not remember that day was his birthday.

He had just taken over Xinghui Entertainment and Wilderness Fairy Tale, and he was so busy every day that he couldn't remember it for a long time, and no one dared to remind him at such a special time.

It's just a coincidence, when I met Tan Xiao that day, it was like a birthday present from God who took pity on him.

Just like when he happened to be on a business trip to Los Angeles, he happened to see Tan Xiao at a roadside coffee shop, and it happened that Tan Xiao was alone.

Tan Jiping only knew that Tan Xiao went to the United States, but he didn't know which city he was in, nor what Tan Xiao was doing.

As soon as Tan Xiao left, he was depressed for a long time. All he had left in his life was work, non-stop work.

He didn't deliberately investigate, although he could easily investigate everything he wanted to know.

He deliberately ignored Tan Xiao, and deliberately avoided seeing news of Tan Xiao.

In this way, time can pass a little slower, and then a little slower.

Half of the one-year waiting period he secretly promised has passed, and he didn't say anything, but he was actually very disturbed.

He stood on the bustling street, looking at Tan Xiao by the glass window, as if he had forgotten everything, and he seemed to have forgotten nothing, and his heart was full of strong emotions.

This was the first time he saw Tan Xiao after they separated.

Deep-seated thoughts frantically erode the idea of ​​telling him to leave.

He knew why he was standing here and why he couldn't move.

Confined by invisible shackles, he can only stand far away, peeping and portraying Tan Xiao with the most vile and greedy thoughts.

Tan Xiao is still so handsome, looking gentle and harmless.

He seemed to be waiting for someone, with a cup of coffee in front of him, without a suit, a down jacket over a light brown hoodie, black trousers, and a pair of light brown boots, with low eyebrows and golden sunlight on him After a layer of golden sand was added, he took a small spoon and stirred quietly.

Tan Jiping watched there for a long time, he was reluctant to leave.

Suddenly it began to rain, densely packed, and moistened the long-dried love seedlings in Tan Jiping's heart.

The foreigner who passed by was strange and pitiful. He suggested that he take shelter from the rain in the surrounding shops. Tan Jiping shook his head and did not speak. The man felt bored and left on his own.

Tan Jiping kept looking at Tan Xiao, standing like a wet man in the rain.

Tan Xiao sat there, the person he was waiting for never came.

He sat in that coffee shop all afternoon, and Tan Jiping watched him all afternoon across the road.

The rain curtain was like a silent barrier, thin and intricate, blinding Tan Jiping's eyes.

Tan Jiping didn't have time to do anything, so Tan Xiao went back.

He didn't bring an umbrella either, so he made a phone call and a handsome young man drove up to pick him up.

A chance encounter with an abrupt start and an abrupt end.

The haste made Tan Jiping feel dazed, and he looked up at the sky.

The sky gradually cleared up, and the sun, hiding behind the rain curtain, moved its position secretly, half of its face was buried in the middle of the tall buildings, and the sky and the earth were illuminated in orange and red.

Tan Jiping was late for an afternoon, and the business couldn't be done. He wiped his face silently, took out the cigarette case, and the cigarette case was completely wet. He lit the half-wet and half-dry cigarette, and it took a long time to let out his breath.

He looked at the sky, at the people coming and going, and at the seat where Tan Xiao was sitting just now, there was a new customer.

Suddenly he laughed on the road, his laughter was uncontrollable, his shoulders twitched, and several pinches of cigarette ash were shaken off.

Tan Jiping came this trip by himself, he had to leave Meng Lin in the country to deal with affairs, and went alone.

Tan Xiao left, and all the members of the reorganization of Wilderness Fairy Tale, including him, were attacked indiscriminately by fans.

During the worst period, his car was smashed three times.Foul language was sent to him in various ways.

The stock market of Xinghui Entertainment was affected and fluctuated.

Tan Jiping almost lived in the company, buried in his work.

Tan Minghui was like a psychopath, every day his eyes turned red and he went to Tan Jiping's office to make a big fuss, telling him to throw away the wilderness fairy tale.

Tan Minghui scolded him, scolded Tan Xiao, scolding at the same time was worthless, and even secretly played tricks, trying to kill the wilderness fairy tale.

Tan Jiping became very angry and suppressed Tan Minghui's post despite the board's persuasion.

Tan Minghui took the job transfer letter to the branch company and asked very unhappy, everyone left, I don't understand what Tan Jiping insisted on, a hot potato, he still treats it as a treasure, and his mother covers his scalded hand, sooner or later he will be disabled .

Tan Minghui asked him, and he was also asking himself.

What is he holding on to.

_Our son, how powerful is he?

He insisted not to let their only connection be broken.

This is their son.He thought that one day, Tan Xiao would come back to see their son.

Tan Jiping met Tan Xiao for the second time and was fully prepared.

He knew that Tan Xiao worked at Radio [-] in Seattle, that the Chinese radio station was founded not long ago, that Tan Xiao was airborne as the editor-in-chief of the Chinese broadcasting department, that Tan Xiao had a lot of trouble at the beginning, and that he knew Tan Xiao's commuting time.

Tan Jiping's birthday is in March, and Seattle likes to rain in March, and the flight was almost delayed because of the weather.

Tan Jiping came to Seattle three days before his birthday. Like City L, it rains six months a year and the sun shines six months a year.

This is probably the only consolation Seattle gives to the people of City L.

That encounter in Los Angeles solved Tan Jiping's year-long lovesickness.

The one-year waiting period has long since ended, and time is so cruel, whether you like it or not, it will pass.

When Tan Jiping checked into the hotel, he felt crazy.

Seattle has a beautiful night view and a slow pace of life, making it a city suitable for healing.

He is not a fancy person, he is rigorous and rigid, serious and manic, he does not have much romantic and charming thoughts, which is the exact opposite of the sensitive and delicate Tan Xiao.

As far as their temperaments are so far apart, they should have run counter to each other, but miraculously, they fell in love with each other at first sight.There was actually no friction when living together, much more harmonious than many lovers who claim to have the same interests.

The floor of the hotel where Tan Jiping lived was not high, and he could see the bustling street downstairs through the wide open window.

He was half lying on the head of the bed, with one hand behind his head, his upper body was bare, and he was holding a tablet with a little smile on his mouth. On the tablet was Tan Xiao's work photo.

Tan Xiao has a good temper, and seldom shows his seriousness on his face. This photo just captures this rare moment.

In the photo, Tan Xiao was dressed in a suit and leather shoes. Looking at the scene, it was taken in a shared office with several people.

He bent slightly, his well-fitting black suit stretched out the arc of his back very smoothly, his tie was vertical in the air, his eyes were slightly reprimanded, he pointed at somewhere on the computer, his fingertips were straight, slender and graceful.A black unilateral earphone is buckled in his ear, his hair is facing up, and he is gripped very stylishly, his brows are slightly wrinkled, the corners of his lips are straightened, and his eyes are not the usual warm eyes of Tan Jiping, with a cold air, which expands his warm face a little. Very heroic.

Tan Jiping pulled out the hand behind his head, still lying on the bed, stretched his two fingers together, and enlarged his face, eyes, lips, hands...

The author has something to say:

This chapter... Really, the stupid author spent a whole day coding, and Kawen got stuck. I don't know why [Innocent Face], the outline and plot are all in my head but I can't write it... Tomorrow will continue to update [ I said tomorrow is the night of the 12th, I’m sorry for making everyone wait so long [Kneel here] Good night~