Rock Sugar Warm Jade

46

Su Meng used to be busy, and couldn't get home at eleven or twelve o'clock every day, and Qin An didn't know how he could find time to show his presence in front of him every day.

I like to send him messages when I have nothing to do, without mentioning anything about the past, and the lines are filled with the meaning of "I want to be a good buddy with you", which is an indirect and crazy hint.

Qin An basically didn't reply, and occasionally replied a word according to his mood.

He had something to do today, so he asked for leave and went back to his house in Lingcheng. There were already people waiting for him outside with clothes and shoes, standing in a row with their heads down, like robots.

"Mr. Qin, hello."

Qin An also carried a bag on his back, which contained some research materials, and a pair of casual shoes under his feet. It was completely impossible to tell that this person was going to a banquet at night, and he might just go there to make a set of papers and open a seminar by the way.

Qin An stood in front of the door and said calmly: "Give me something."

They looked at each other in dismay, then stood up and handed the clothes and cosmetics to Qin An, and then lined up and walked down the stairs without even waiting for the elevator.

Qin An hardly came back to live in this house, and he didn't allow others to come in, so every time he came back, it was covered with dust and had to be cleaned up.

Qin An threw the package of cosmetics on the shoe cabinet, and took the clothes into the bathroom. When he came out, he smelled like medicine, and it was the gauze around his left hand, on which gray ointment had faintly floated, clinging to the gauze and forming lumps.

The medicine box was on the table in the living room. Qin An habitually took out a jar of medicine and a roll of gauze from it, and began to torment himself, finishing the work in silence.

When the lights came on, I was in a high-rise building. The lights were bright at first glance, and the room was dark and silent. There was only the slight sound of closing the medicine box. The suit was hung on the hanger, and some light fragrance was sprayed on it, which should be perfume.

But Qin An didn't like it.

There is a tall building in the city center with a very international name. It is called "sure". If you want to go in, you have to make an appointment in advance. Even so, it still operates non-stop throughout the day.

The Qin family was just testing the water five years ago, but now it is quite famous in Lingcheng. Today, the bosses from all sides gathered together, so they found someone to support the scene.

Qin An was pulled over.

A black Maybach was parked downstairs, and seeing Qin An slowly lower the window, the person inside was Qin Fu, the current vice president, who was also Qin An's nominal cousin, but not the legal heir.

A crazy person, today he catches a plane and goes out for a walk.

If possible, Qin An would like to kill this person and wander around the world, and then take the time to find out what happened back then.

"The people who came here today are all the famous people in Lingcheng. The economy of this place is very active..."

Qin An looked out the window, thinking these words were fart, he conceived all the future plans in his mind, in order to achieve the goal, he almost broke his hand.

The restaurant was resplendent and magnificent, and there were two rows of waiters in uniform at the door, leading them to the seventeenth floor, which was a one-floor-sized auditorium, and many people had already come inside.

In Qin An's eyes, these people are a group of people who have not locked their brains or hung the locks outside and left them unplugged. You don't need to raise your eyes and let your mind go out a little to understand what they are thinking.

For example, the one on the front left is thinking: "Oh? The two young masters of the Qin family, which one is more worth talking about?"

Qin An doesn't like self-torture, so he usually doesn't use this ability to dump garbage in his ears.

As soon as Qin Fu entered the venue, he started talking with others. Qin An was not interested in these things, nor was he passionate about the Qin family's great cause, but there were always people who regarded him as an imaginary enemy and driftwood.

Having dealt with two waves of visitors, the people looking for him were even worse than those looking for Qin Fu. Qin An went to the corridor alone to ventilate, and took time to check his phone. There was an unread message on it, from the Soviet Union. Usually more than three hours late.

"Would you like to have dinner with me?"

Qin An was full of confidence this time, and quickly turned his hands back: "No time."

"Why are you not free, I see you are alone now."

The voice came from behind, Qin An raised his head, and the silhouette of a man was reflected on the glass window. He was wearing a black suit with two collar buttons unbuttoned, and he was greeting him with his mobile phone.

Qin An: "Why are you here?"

As soon as Su Meng's smile collapsed, half of his personable aura was lost, and he gave him a "science popularization": "This building belongs to my family, specifically, it belongs to my father's company."

By the way, this guy is a rich second generation. Although his morals are usually down-to-earth, he is still a rich second generation in essence, one of the best in Lingcheng.

Qin An was disturbed by him these days, so he blurted out and asked, "Don't you work overtime? Didn't you always work until the early hours of the morning?"

After finishing speaking, he regretted it, pursed his lips and turned his head angrily. Su Meng didn't hold him back, and continued: "I asked for leave, and I came here to take care of the business. I stopped there like this. People dare to make trouble."

Do you really think of yourself as a bodyguard?

Qin An only felt that the people behind were getting closer and their shoulders collided with each other. Regardless of the past, Su Meng simply forgot about the "no time", and said in a soft voice: "But I have been busy since noon, and I only drank a cup of soy milk a day. , my stomach started to hurt..."

Although Su Meng was not in good shape before, he regarded himself as the guardian of Qin An, so this kind of degrading thing was done for the first time today, and he gave up his old face.

Never mind the pain, Qin An clenched his fists.

Su Meng's face was so pale that he couldn't tell from the reflection. This face was only [-] centimeters away from him, and his chin was almost on his shoulder, so he could see it clearly.

"...Speak well, don't get so close."

Su Meng: "Do you want to have dinner with me? I see that you just patronized people for a drink."

"There is a small cafeteria on the twentieth floor. It is specially made for my dad. The craftsmanship is really good. Try it?"

Although it was a question, the Soviet Union had already pulled people to the elevator, and within two seconds they reached the [-]th floor. This is the living room, and walking back is a small living room, and further inside is the kitchen.

Looking around, there are too many small stoves, and the Soviet Union wants to report to Mrs. Su.

Su Meng rolled up his sleeves to choose vegetables in the basket, picked out a few carrots and put them on the table. He was sensitive to delicate dishes, and his daily habits and hobbies were very friendly.

In an instant, Qin An seemed to be back in high school, when Su Meng turned the kitchen upside down. It was the same scene at first, and he softly called out: "Su Meng."

The Soviet Union responded with a casual "hmm". Compared with five years ago, he has hardly changed. If there is any difference, it can only be said that he is more mature. Five years ago, he was still a fledgling "little kid" ", and now he can manipulate and solve major cases by himself.

There was silence after the two words. Su Meng knew Qin An's problem, and he always liked to say half of what he said, making people scratch their ears and wish to pry his mouth open. For this kind of person, he had to be proactive. The more proactive he was, the more he couldn't stand it.

Once you can't stand it, you can take advantage of it.

Su Meng handed the plate to the other side, and then faced him: "What's wrong?"

Qin An shook his head: "It's okay."

Looking at the expression, you won't be "okay", with "depressed and upset" written all over your face, and your whole person is almost turning into a yellow cabbage, and it is too miserable with background music.

I don't want to say...

The Sumeng lost his mind to change the topic, and asked without thinking, "Do you want to drink milk?"

In the past, Qin An liked to drink milk most at night, the purpose was to grow taller.

The heavy atmosphere disintegrated in an instant, and a wave of unbearable past events rushed towards his face. Qin An's eyelids twitched, and then he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth for a symbolic smile, and immediately braked to retract.

"Baby, you look good when you smile, don't always keep a cold face."

Po... baby?

The Sumeng was used to running trains, and accidentally dropped what was in his heart, and almost bit his tongue and killed himself: "Slip of mouth..."

Qin An was sitting on the sofa, Su Meng followed slowly behind, with a black suit jacket hanging on his wrist, his whole body was out of place with this place, like a hooligan who broke into the Great Hall of the People, and someone crossed him after a while go out.

"Do you treat everyone like this?"

Su Meng was taken aback, looking down, Qin An was pouring tea indifferently, as if he was just casually chatting.

"Sorry, this topic is not good." Qin An said, "Please sit down."

Subconsciously, Su Meng felt that this question had to be clarified, otherwise he would not understand anything. He sat opposite Qin An and said sincerely, "I only treat you like this."

Qin An stopped pouring tea, and said slowly, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

Su Meng faintly felt that this topic was going to a sensitive place, but he still replied: "I know, I'm afraid you don't know."

Do not know what is this?Don't know if he wants to be a "good brother" with himself?The news is so clear, what else do you not know!

Don't be so ambiguous!

Qin An's fingers holding the handle of the teacup tightened, suppressing the agitation in his heart, a hot and complicated mist rose from his eyes, he lowered his eyelids to cover them, and then restrained himself and replied: "I'm still thinking about it."

Think about how to kill you bastard.

The bastard didn't know that he was being arranged. He thought that the resurgence of the secret love that died five years ago had begun to sprout. A heart was going up and down, and it was about to pop out of his throat, stuck in the middle, and suffocating.

The two got along strangely in the atmosphere they thought they had, and they didn't relax a little until the dishes were served. Su Meng came to urge him to go back just after filling his stomach, so he had to put down his chopsticks and prepare to leave.

"There's something in the team, I'm leaving first. If you don't want to go down, just stay here, and I'll find someone to take you back."

Qin An's eyes were as black as ink, and he was already in a strange state. He lowered his head and replied, "No need, someone will pick it up later."

After thinking about it, Su Meng left very simply, and left the building completely after a few minutes.

The whole street outside was lit up, and dense voices penetrated into Qin An's ears. He frowned and narrowed the area, and found a certain person somewhere downstairs.

The main purpose of Qin An's willingness to come is for him. It is impossible to count how many small tricks this person has done behind the scenes. His parents, even... the Soviet Union, and everyone around him have not been able to escape. .

"...Mr. Qin wants to understand? Do you really want to stretch your hands so long?"

Qin Fu laughed: "Long? I'm afraid it's not long enough."