Rebirth of Atonement

"Since PLT wants to expand the market in the Asia-Pacific region, Mr. Xie, I believe we will have many opportunities for cooperation in the future." Feng Zhe said.

"Seeing that you are very young, you have a big tone, and you are really similar to your father." The middle-aged man called Mr. Xie didn't have any contempt in his eyes, but rather admired him, and turned to Feng Shiyan and said, "Old man Feng, your successor seems to have good qualifications."

"He's still far behind." Feng Shiyan gave Feng Zhe a cold look, and still spoke without showing any affection.

Feng Zhe stood beside him, his smile unchanged.

At this reception, Feng Zhe met many people who had worked with him before, but they were not familiar with each other ten years ago, so taking this opportunity, Feng Zhe got to know them again.

It can be regarded as a little gain.

When Feng Zhe went to look for Jian Tianqi after the entertainment, he found that Jian Tianqi had been caught by Jian's father, who was reprimanding him while teaching how to treat others. Seeing Jian Tianqi's intense study, he looked like a senior high school student being watched by his parents.

Feng Zhe swirled the wine in his glass, then took a sip.

Looking at it like that, he won't be able to talk to Jian Tianqi for a while.

Until the end of the reception, Jian Tianqi couldn't escape from Jian's father's "claw", Feng Zhe had no choice but to get into the car with the bodyguards first, and sent a text message to Jian Tianqi in the car.

When Feng Zhe arrived at home, cleaned up and was laying on the bed, ready to fall asleep, he received a text message from Jian Tianqi: "I've been punished by my dad until now, and I'm almost going to be fined to spend the night in the garage for self-reflection!"

Feng Zhe almost laughed out loud, it seems that Jian Tianqi's current appearance is a bit pitiful.

"Is there a bed in the garage?" Feng Zhe replied.

"Are you still teasing me? Young Master Feng, are you human?" Jian Tianqi quickly replied.

"It seems not." Feng Zhe replied.

"I knew you were this kind of person, so I won't treat you to supper next time!" At the end, Jian Tianqi added an angry blushing expression.

"It turns out that my best friend is such a stingy person." Feng Zhe replied, and at the end imitated Jian Tianqi and added a pitiful expression.

Jian Tianqi's fingers that were typing quickly stopped, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw the word "best", but the word "friend" brought him back to reality.

"Can we really only be friends?" After a while, Jian Tianqi suddenly replied.

Feng Zhe couldn't help being stunned for a moment when he saw Jian Tianqi's words. After he realized what he was about to reply, he dropped his phone just before he was about to press the send button. His forehead was oozing, and he clutched the sheet tightly with one hand, while with the other he grabbed his painful heart.

Where the knife was inserted, the pain spread to all limbs.

It's not a hallucination, the pain that can no longer be ignored, as if something in his body is going to be smashed to pieces.

What does this mean?

Does it mean that every time he gives Jian Tianqi hope, he will be closer to death?

It means that if he wants to save Jian Tianqi, he must use his own life as the price?

"I'm just joking, of course we are best friends." Jian Tianqi, who hadn't received a reply for a long time, replied again, "Just ignore what you just said."

Added a laughing emoji at the end.

But on the other side of the phone, Jian Tianqi's real expression turned red as if he was about to cry.

It wasn't until midnight that Feng Zhe's pain gradually eased.

His body was already wet with sweat, but he didn't even have the strength to get up to take a shower. His consciousness was a little confused, he couldn't think and he didn't have the energy to do unnecessary actions. He dropped his phone and never touched it again. He didn't see it. Jian Tianqi replied to the text message, but the screen was already dark.

Only the night breeze was slightly cool, and the moonlight came in from the window and fell on his face and eyelashes, and then he fell asleep in extreme exhaustion.

In such a night, a slender black figure jumped onto the window from nowhere, and the emerald green pupils looked at the room like top emeralds, then jumped down and paced back and forth in the room for a while, finally Quickly jumped onto the head of the bed.

The black mist around the shadow dissipated, and the figure became clear. It was a black cat.

"What the hell is Ye Yi thinking? Just doing troublesome things." The black cat stared at Feng Zhe's face with extreme dissatisfaction. This person in front of him was different from those proud magicians, he seemed to be completely ignorant Then the black cat slapped Feng Zhe's face directly with its fleshy paw, "But if it really affects the world we live in now, let alone Ye Yi doesn't want to kill people, I'll be the first to kill people." You solved it."

Feng Zhe was awakened by a servant.

He sat up from the bed, feeling as if something was stuck on his face, so he touched his face with his hand, and touched a black hair, which he said was hair, and it was much finer and softer than hair. like animal hair...

"Breakfast is ready," said the servant.

The fatigue from last night has not yet subsided, and the sticky feeling on his body made Feng Zhe very uncomfortable. Without thinking about it, he said to the servant: "I want to take a bath first."

The bathroom is very spacious, the glass door is transparent, because it is taken care of every day, it is airy and clean.

Feng Zhe turned on the shower, and cold water poured down his head from top to bottom. The stream of water diverging and converging due to the texture of his body outlined the tight lines of his body very clearly.

When the washing was almost done, Feng Zhe turned off the water, pulled the towel to wipe the water from his hair, and as he walked out of the shower, he took the bathrobe hanging beside him.

After taking a cold shower, he woke up quite a bit. Feng Zhe, who had already put on his bathrobe, sat back on the bed, and saw the phone that was thrown aside last night.

Feng Zhe picked up the phone and turned on the screen, and saw the text message Jian Tianqi sent last night.

The last sentence is "good night", but the previous sentence is not good no matter how you look at it.

Feng Zhe could roughly imagine Jian Tianqi's expression at that time, he brushed away the wet hair that stained his eyebrows, and stared at the cell phone that was gradually tightened, knowing that it would be impossible to continue like this.