Raiders of that cat

Prosperous in love, his career is naturally smooth sailing, and he has received many projects. As the creative director, An Xiuchen is naturally busy from day to night.

On the big weekend, Pei Yang originally booked a ticket to go to the beach with An Xiuchen, but before going out, An Xiuchen was called away by a phone call.

Pei Yang was busy making soup in the kitchen to mend An Xiuchen's body when he heard the door open.

After a day of meetings, An Xiuchen put down his bag, sat on the sofa and didn't want to get up.

"Why are you back so late?" Pei Yang took off his apron and sat next to An Xiuchen, watching him look tired.

"Recently I took over a big project, and Mr. Feng attached great importance to it. I had a meeting all day, and my brain hurts listening to it." As he spoke, An Xiuchen took advantage of the situation and lay on Pei Yang's lap: "Pei Yang, help me press it." according to."

"That's it." Pei Yang sighed, and then waited on the young master and sighed: "I thought that if I moved here to live with you, I would be able to live a beautiful life from now on, only envious of mandarin ducks but not immortals, but in reality, you I'm busier than before, and I don't see you more often at home than at work, Xiu Chen, we haven't had a two-person world for a long time."

When Pei Yang got angry, his hands became stronger unconsciously. An Xiuchen took a breath, and the sleepiness and tiredness disappeared immediately. He turned over and lay down on his back and looked at Pei Yang: "It's my fault, But this case is really important, if done well, the company's one-year profit target can be achieved."

"I said, no wonder Mr. Feng didn't even pass the weekend. It turned out that someone came to give money."

Pei Yang understood An Xiuchen in his heart, but he was not reconciled in his mouth. He would be busy with this big case for at least a month.

An Xiuchen stretched out his hand and pinched Pei Yang's nose, and smiled: "Why does this complaining tone sound like a woman's?"

Pei Yang tilted his head, simply lifted An Xiuchen's head and threw it on the sofa, stood up by himself: "Fuck you."

An Xiuchen half propped up, sitting on the sofa, watching Pei Yang return to the kitchen, and the sound of turning off the gas stove.

Um?It tastes like chicken soup, so fragrant.

It was only then that An Xiuchen realized that he hadn't had a good lunch, and was so focused on looking up information that he was already starving.

"Pei Yang, did you make me supper?"

An Xiuchen hugged Pei Yang from behind, rested his chin on his shoulder, and glanced down to see the appetizing chicken soup.

"Well, it's my husband who loves you."

Pei Yang scooped up a bowl, and walked back to the dining table with An Xiuchen's "big burden" on his back: "Okay, don't be clingy to me, eat quickly."

An Xiuchen sat down and ate obediently.

Pei Yang sat opposite and looked at him: "Xiu Chen, are you free next Thursday?"

"Thursday is a working day."

"I know, I said in the evening, are you free in the evening?"

"I don't know, I've been working too much overtime recently, and I have a lot of projects waiting to be given to clients, so I guess it's hanging." After An Xiuchen finished speaking, Pei Yang's face darkened as expected: "What's wrong? What's up?"

"Next Thursday is my birthday. I wanted to spend it with you, but now look at it. You are a busy person and you can't find time. Forget it, I'll find..."

"Wait" An Xiuchen swallowed the slightly hot chicken soup, and held Pei Yang's hand with his eyes wide open: "It's your birthday in four days? Why didn't you say it earlier."

"If you have the heart, you should remember it when you read my resume."

"Didn't we deal with it at that time?" An Xiuchen smiled: "Since it's your birthday, it is indeed necessary to handle it well. In this way, I will not work overtime or have meetings on Thursday night, so I can spare time to spend with you. Count it , we didn't go out to have a good meal, let me treat you to a big meal, okay?"

"Really?" Pei Yang couldn't believe it, like he had packed his luggage today, but when he got to the car, An Xiuchen just left.

"Really, I swear." An Xiuchen raised four fingers seriously.

"Okay, let me trust you for now, but it seems that it's not enough to just treat you to dinner, what about my gift."

If a birthday gift for a woman is nothing more than a bag, perfume, etc., but for a man, he really has no experience. He had given Gu Shaoqing a birthday gift before. At that time, An Xiuchen was poor, really poor, and couldn't afford it. What an expensive gift, but luckily Gu Shaoqing was very sensible and asked An Xiuchen to order a bowl of noodles for himself without asking for anything. The two of them had a happy birthday together.

Thinking about it is also emotional, now that An Xiuchen's conditions are better, he can afford everything, but Gu Shaoqing just...

"What do you want?" An Xiuchen came back to his senses and looked at the fair man in front of him.

"I haven't figured it out yet, but can I ask for the gift tonight in advance?"

There is a conspiracy...

An Xiuchen was tired all day, so how could he have the energy to toss in bed with Pei Yang again.

"Pei Yang, let's do it another day, why not on your birthday, let's..."

"Ah?" Pei Yang pouted Lao Gao, and stuck it up like a child, blinking his eyes: "Honey, we haven't done it for a long time."

How long?Hmm... It seems that I did it once when I moved here, and then... nothing else.

Just as An Xiuchen wavered a little, Pei Yang caught him straight, put his arm around An Xiuchen's waist, and lifted him up directly.

"I'll go, Pei Yang, what are you doing, put me down quickly."

Pei Yang smiled smugly, and strode towards the bedroom. Put it down, it will definitely be put down, but it has to be put on the bed.

Poor An Xiuchen, who doesn't rest in the morning, is tortured enough at night.

The hurt An Xiuchen was almost late when he met the client the next day.

A big client who can generate 5000 million revenue for the company, Mr. Feng is naturally regarded as the guest of honor. An Xiuchen stood at the door of the conference room and tidied up his clothes. It was originally a simple meeting between the person in charge of the other company and Mr. Feng, but The other party wanted to see the director of the creative department. By the way, he mentioned the general requirements, and An Xiuchen was called up temporarily.

An Xiuchen is also a person who has seen big scenes, and he won't be too stage fright when he meets a client once, but he doesn't know why he is a little drummed in his heart, as if the person behind the door is not easy to deal with.

The door of the conference room opened, and Mr. Feng's secretary motioned to An Xiuchen: "Mr. An, Mr. Feng let you in."

An Xiuchen nodded, followed the secretary and walked in.

The person in charge of the other company is a middle-aged man. He is sitting on a chair and talking to Mr. Feng. An Xiuchen just saw his side face with sharp edges and corners. When he turned around and looked at An Xiuchen directly, An Xiuchen met his eyes. They were a pair of cold eyes without any ups and downs. The light emanating from them was like a knife. It's so bone-piercing that people can't help but want to back away three feet.

"Xiu Chen, let me introduce Gu Shaofan, the general manager of the Greater China Region of the Gu Group, who is also the person in charge of this project."

Gu Shaofan stood up, buttoned up his suit, and stretched out his hand in a gentlemanly way: "Hello, Mr. An."

An Xiuchen looked at him in a daze. Ever since Gu Shaoqing disappeared, he had a grudge against everyone with the surname Gu.

But is everyone with the surname Gu related to Gu Shaoqing?

But whoever is surnamed Gu is the one who broke An Ruyi's leg four years ago and left a threatening note?

"Xiu Chen, Xiu Chen?"

An Xiuchen recovered and realized that Gu Shaofan's hand had been frozen in mid-air for a long time. No matter what relationship he had with Gu Shaoqing, he couldn't lose his composure now.

"Hello, Mr. Gu."

The corners of Gu Shaofan's lips curled up slightly, and he looked at An Xiuchen with interest: "I have long admired Mr. An's name, and seeing him today, he is indeed a good-looking talent."

They are all polite words, and An Xiuchen is already immune: "Mr. Gu is the same, this is the first time we cooperate, please take care of Mr. Gu."

Gu Shaofan nodded, and the rest of the conversation was very clear, except for mentioning Gu's group's request to An Xiuchen, he didn't say a word about other digressions.

President Feng and An Xiuchen sent Gu Shaofan into the car all the time, An Xiuchen watched the Bentley car Gu Shaofan was sitting in drove away, but he didn't look back for a long time.

"Xiu Chen, what's the matter with you today? Did you not rest last night?"

"No, it's just that Mr. Gu looks familiar, and I can't remember it for a while, so I made a fool of myself in the conference room just now."

"You knew Mr. Gu before?"

An Xiuchen shook his head: "How come, maybe we met somewhere."

"Probably not. Mr. Gu came back from the headquarters of Gu's Group in the United States and has just been appointed as the general manager of the Greater China Region."

"That may be because I recognized the wrong person." An Xiuchen smiled, but the doubts in his heart were not completely relieved.

Back in the office, he checked the Gu's Group carefully, only to find that it is a family business. The elder brother Gu Shaoming is the CEO of the group in the US headquarters, and his second brother is this Gu Shaofan who was in charge of the Gu's branch in Australia. Transferred to work as the general manager of the Greater China region, their family also has a younger sister, Gu Shaoxin, who is studying in the UK, and then...

There is no more.

There is no Gu Shaoqing's name on the information.

Could it be that this Gu's group is not the same as the one who smashed up his house back then?

But why are the names so similar?

An Xiuchen leaned on the back of the chair, looking far away, did he really think too much?

From the eyes to the chin, Gu Shaofan's entire facial features are European and American. There is no resemblance to Gu Shaoqing's chubby face. How can it be possible to say that he is a real brother?

Forget it, the more you think about it, the more headaches you will get. You should do the job well. The more you want to investigate some things, the more fruitless you will be. If you let them go, the truth may surface soon.

I just don't know, when the time comes, will An Xiuchen be able to bear the result of the truth?

Facts have proved that four years ago, An Xiuchen was powerless to resist, and four years later, no matter how good he has become, he still has no capital to fight against.