I'm fierce, I'm aggressive

Xing Wen took the one-pound cake from the delivery guy, took out his phone, and called Tang Yao.

It took a long time for someone to pick it up. Xing Wen was holding a cake and standing at the door of the company where people were coming and going. It was almost time to get off work.

"Hey, Brother Xing!" Tang Yao's end was extremely noisy, with music and drums playing.

"So noisy... Your school's cultural festival?" Xing Wen walked inside.

Tang Yao was inexplicable: "Yeah...hey, how do you know?"

really.

He always felt that something was wrong, and now his guess has been confirmed.

The first thing that made him feel strange was that he had just been discharged from the hospital not long ago, and he was supposed to rest at home, but Tang Yao, who was texting, sent the cake to Xingwen as a matter of course.

How did the other party know that he came to work in the company?

Xing Wen suddenly felt a glow on his back, as if there were eyes watching him behind him.

"Brother Xing?" Seeing that Xing Wen couldn't speak, Tang Yao yelled again: "What's wrong? What can I do for you?"

Xing Wen paused for a while, then smiled: "What's delicious? Bring me something."

"Hey, where is there anything to eat? This is the Art and Culture Festival." Tang Yao said loudly, "There are quite a few beautiful ladies, but aren't you not interested?"

"Yeah." Xing Wen walked to the rest area on the first floor, and sat down on the sofa, "I wanted to play with you, but I just got out of the hospital, I'm very bored."

"Wait." Sure enough, Tang Yao didn't become suspicious, "I won't have class the day after tomorrow, so let's go together...you can't drink, but can you eat barbecue?"

"Yes." Xing Wen was slowly turning the cake box under his hand, looking at it.

"By the way," Tang Yao suddenly began to gossip, "What's going on with your boss?"

"Okay." Xing Wen said, "Go play what you want, and talk slowly when we meet the day after tomorrow."

Tang Yao made a disappointing sound, Xing Wen was as poor as usual with him, and hung up the phone after a few words.

Xing Wen threw the phone on the table and slowly leaned on the back of the sofa.

It looks like it's not from Tang Yao, who is it?

What really makes Xing Wen feel creepy is that the other party used Tang Yao's mobile phone number to send text messages, which is simply a black technology.

What's in the box... it's not a ticking time bomb.

Xing Wen suddenly became nervous. Through the transparent plastic shell on the top of the box, he could roughly see the situation inside the box.

It looks nothing special, just a very ordinary chocolate cream cake, the kind that is so common that any cake shop can sell it.

Just to be on the safe side, throw it away.

Just as Xing Wen was about to stand up with it, he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a brown and black bear decorated on the cake.

The smile is ugly, it can even be said to be weird, the lips are actually green...

Xing Wen stopped, and there seemed to be some fragmentary pictures in his mind.

His memory has always been superhumanly good, but as time goes by, he can generally reproduce the scene completely, that is, what happened recently.

If there was anything, such as the bear used for decoration, that made him feel vaguely familiar and impressive, it was very likely that he had seen it a long, long time ago.

… as a child.

This might be some kind of clue.

Xing Wen settled for a while, then pulled the ribbon on the cake box.

As the box was opened, an unusual, sweet cake scent wafted out.

The black bear with an ugly smile was sitting on the cake, and Hemixiao's slender eyes seemed to be staring at him.

"Happy birthday to you...Happy birthday to you..." The erratic singing came out, and it was hard to tell where it came from.

It feels like it's everywhere, enveloping the space he's in little by little, and even gradually becoming clearer...

Xing Wen's heart beat fast, he stood up abruptly, and the singing stopped.

Hearing suddenly recovered, Xingwen was noisy in the lobby on the first floor, and the employees were discussing where to have dinner after get off work.

Xing Wen broke out in a cold sweat, and realized that what he just said was an auditory hallucination.

"Xing Wen!" Someone called him from a distance.

Xing Wen turned his head and saw Mu Chen walking towards him through the crowd, and all the employees along the way were greeting him.

Seeing that he was in a good mood, Xing Wen reckoned that Mu Youtian had a high probability of admitting his mistake successfully.

He didn't look at the bear again, and before Mu Chen squeezed in front of him, he covered the lid of the cake box with both hands.

"Let's go eat." Mu Chen happily moved to his side, and looked down: "What is this?"

"Tang Yao's badly baked cake was sent to me." Xing Wen didn't tell the truth.

Mu Chen already has enough things to worry about right now, there is no need to add this inexplicable one.

"Him?" Mu Chen picked up the cake box and looked inside for a while: "It doesn't look bad."

"It looks good, but if you smell it, you'll know it's broken." Xing Wen took the cake box back with one hand, "Find a place to throw it away. What's for dinner tonight?"

"I can bake too." Mu Chen still stared at the cake box, "Do you like sweet ones?"

"Absolutely." Xing Wen reached out his hand calmly, and pinched Mu Chen's waist while no one was paying attention: "You are quite sweet."

"What are you doing? There are surveillance cameras here." Mu Chen blushed immediately.

"Where's the office?" Xing Wen squinted his eyes.

"Of course not." Mu Chen put his hand in his pocket and didn't look at him, "Does your foot still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Xing Wen said.

"Then don't drive." Mu Chen said, "It's around here... let's eat some junk food."

Xing Wen glanced at him and knew that he had to work overtime again tonight.

The cake box didn't last long, Xing Wen threw it on the tableware recycling car outside the rest area and handed it over to the cleaners.

The two walked out of Xingwen's office building side by side, walking in the winter twilight like ordinary colleagues at a distance of not too far.

The fiery red glow in the west has not faded, and the night has already opened in the east, and the lights in the city are like dominoes spreading all the way from a distance.

The Xinghe District is full of prosperous commercial buildings. In the center of the spacious stone road on both sides is the six-lane bustling with traffic during rush hour. The BRT line passes through the innermost side, and the platforms are full of office workers with half of their faces tucked into scarves.

"It's very lively." Mu Chen said.

"The subway station is more lively, do you want to experience it?" Xing Wen smiled.

"I don't want to." Mu Chen immediately said, "You must want to see me squeezed into a cake, you are really sloppy."

Xing Wen got it right, he really wanted to see how Mu Chen was being squeezed and screaming, or lying on his chest with his back against the door, unable to move, and when the door opened and the wind blew, he was so frightened that he could only take advantage of the chaos hug him or something...

In short, when Mu Chen was shocked, he was happy, really sensual.

The two didn't go too far, Mu Chen casually pointed to a less crowded shopping mall, and followed Xing Wen to take the escalator.

Xing Wen is very familiar with this area, and Mu Chen had already thought about eating hot pot when he pointed it out.

There were still a lot of people during the meal, and the hot pot restaurant on the fifth floor had to wait for a table. Xing Wen went to get the number and came back, noticing that Mu Chen was quietly looking at the signboard of this restaurant.

"No." Xing Wen hurriedly put the dangerous-looking bad fox on the chair and put it away on the chair, and taught the rich people the correct view of money very seriously: "You can't just buy things casually."

Thinking of the previous dream that Mu Chen went bankrupt and bought a dilapidated paper mill, Xing Wen was almost in a shadow.

Speaking of which, he hasn't asked Mu Chen about the composition of the photographs drawn in the photography textbooks. Although those are the contents of dreams, most of them were shot in Japan.

Maybe Mu Chen just imagined traveling with him.

At this moment, Mu Chen still didn't take his eyes off the signboard, and finally made a movement of taking out his mobile phone from his pocket.

"It's not allowed to call the boss over casually," Xing Wen added.

This store is quite big, and the time spent waiting for a seat wasn't too long, and the two of them were smoothly assigned to a relatively independent compartment.

Mu Chen had a lesson before the meal, and after he sat down, he stared at his bowl in a daze. Xing Wen ordered to confiscate all the cards on Mu Chen and insisted on treating him.

"Give me back one, baby, I don't feel safe without money." Mu Chen's tears were about to fall into the bowl.

Xing Wen thought for a while, and gave him his own bus jam.

"Can you eat spicy food?" Xing Wen took a pencil and glanced at Mu Chen.

Mu Chen looked at the picture drawn on the order paper, as if he was thinking about how spicy it was.

The soft light from the desk lamp on top illuminated Mu Chen's fair face, and now Xing Wen simply fell in love with Mu Chen's downcast eyes.

"I miss you again." Xing Wen said so, but his subordinates still silently selected mushroom soup.

Seeing that the other party probably seldom experiences "junk food", it's better not to go to the hell mode at first, so as not to spoil him later.

"Are you and your second uncle reconciled?" Xing Wen asked casually after the pot was served.

"No." Mu Chen immediately became fierce.

Xing Wen glanced at him and started cooking a plate of fat beef.

"But part of his education is reasonable. Such an important legal officer in my company has become an insider. I really should reflect on it." Mu Chen suddenly eased his expression, "I need to have my own team, and my team must It’s my own person, which I haven’t done well in these years.”

"Now the company needs a new legal counsel." Xing Wen calmly analyzed, "We must first solve the problem of getting rid of money. What went wrong with the previous red envelope?"

This afternoon, he had carefully researched that even if the red envelope for starting work was taken from Mu Chen's personal account, it should be considered a gift within the legal scope.

However, for almost the whole day, Weibo was full of Shuijun who lost money and swiped the transfer record. "How willing to spend money.

"I want to go to work at Xingwen" and "The boss is generous and tough all the year round", all the while, there are quite a lot of people watching.

"Although that can't be used as evidence for the other party to file a lawsuit, it has indeed been used as a lot of articles." Mu Chen said, "When transferring money before, an artist took a screenshot to show off to his friends, but now it is posted on the Internet."

"What about the prosecution?" Xing Wen frowned.

"The prosecution naturally has other evidence." When Mu Chen was talking, he would never eat with chopsticks. "Among the artists who switched jobs before, there were a few artists who had not taken off their contracts with Shiguang. That's because I didn't check carefully. .”

"You can't do so much by yourself." Xing Wen reminded him again, "This is not your fault."

"Don't say such things that move my heart when you're talking about business." Mu Chen was overjoyed all of a sudden.

"You are too kind." Xing Wen poured the meat into Mu Chen's bowl, and suddenly remembered something: "That's wrong, if it's a contract issue, the defendant can't be Xingwen, it can only be the one who signed the contract." artist."

"That's true." Mu Chen said, "It's our artistes who lost their light and sued them. There are many lawsuits involving breach of contract, and it's normal to lose money for breach of contract."

"Picking up the light will win the case." Xing Wen said.

"Yes, this is the effect the other party wants." Mu Chen touched his chin, "The other party is busy talking bad about us today, the next step—"

"Shiguanghui said to the outside world that a lawsuit has been filed." Xing Wen understood, "Those who don't know the situation will naturally believe that this is a lawsuit targeting Xingwen."

"Once they win the case, they will naturally use this to bad-mouth us. Their company can't do anything, but the trolls are powerful." Mu Chen said.

Xing Wen fell into deep thought, and further questions were not suitable for discussion on this occasion.

The compartment is separated from the outside by a curtain. At this moment, someone dressed as a waiter is approaching from the outside.

Xing Wen reckoned that he was here to deliver desserts, and this shop would always give away some poplar nectar cakes or something.

The curtain was lifted, and the waiter came in. The tray in his hand was full of small square boxes. At first glance, Xing Wen thought the packaging was very familiar.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, this is the dessert given by the store today." The waiter took two of the boxes and put them on the table, "I wish you a happy meal."

At the moment, Mu Chen's mind is full of lawsuits and hiring new legal counsel, and when he suddenly sees the dessert box in hand, he feels happy all of a sudden.

"Look, baby!" Mu Chen picked up the box, "This is what we ate before!"

When Xing Wen's eyes fell on the packaging, the air seemed to freeze.

This is a pudding made in Malaysia.

It is indeed what they have eaten. In his dream, Mu Chen bought a large number of boxes online, and exchanged for the original matcha flavor. He was so hungry that he tried to eat it as a meal.

"When did you eat it?" Xing Wen looked at him.

Mu Chen was stunned for a moment. He had never mentioned the matter of Chuanmeng to Xing Wen because, as a client, he had always followed Zhang Chengbin's so-called "rules".

Anyway, people woke up and are together now, so he doesn't have to care.

Unexpectedly, Xing Wen actually asked at this time. Mu Chen was very curious about the details of the dream, how much Xing Wen remembered.

"I ate it in my dream, right?" Xing Wen asked.

The author has something to say: I have been too busy to cry recently QAQ