I saddle up for my rival [Rebirth]

Liang Ze asked Guan Ling to report to a gallery on Monday. He said it was a report, but when he arrived at Tianlong Street early in the morning, the gallery's doors were still closed.

The scene was similar to the last time when Zhou Jinhang brought them here, the paint on the door and the wall was still there, but it had dried completely under the sun, and the color was much darker, but the smell was still very strong. Standing on the side of the road, Guan Ling could smell a strong and pungent smell, not to mention the faces of passers-by who frowned and covered their mouths and noses with disgust.

Guan Ling didn't seem to hear it, squatting at the base of the wall holding the soy milk fritters bought at the intersection with one hand, and took out his mobile phone with the other to call the new boss.

It is getting colder in the morning and evening when October is about to enter. The freshly baked fried dough sticks brought from the intersection have been blown cold by the wind. They are fluffy and nestled in a transparent plastic bag. Guan Ling took a big bite and put it in his mouth. , chewing a bit hard, when swallowing it was so dry that I wanted to vomit, I hurriedly gulped a big mouthful of soy milk before swallowing it, and the phone call that I had been waiting for for a long time was finally connected.

"Who?" The male voice on the other end of the receiver was hoarse, as if he had just smoked several cigarettes, giving people a feeling of scratching his throat, but it was a little itchy when it was attached to the ear, and there was strong impatience at the end of his tone, it should be I haven't woken up yet.

"Me." Guan Ling glanced at the time, his tone also impatient.In fact, it was not too early for him to come, and it was still 7 minutes to [-] o'clock, which was within the standard arrival time for ordinary office workers.

The other end of the phone was silent for two seconds, and the officer heard a rustling voice, and then the hoarse voice entered his ears again, "Who are you?"

Is this really not waking up or is it deliberately teasing him?

Guan Ling swallowed the last mouthful of soy milk, then frowned.

The proprietress really didn't lie to him, the soy milk was indeed freshly squeezed, and there was at least half a centimeter of slag piled up at the bottom.

He tilted his head and coughed twice, wrapped in the strong smell of paint around him, choked a little, and suddenly wanted to lose his temper. The nameless fire seemed to have touched water, it was poured so that there was not even slag left.

He was able to stand here again, and even open the door to go in, didn't he rely on this guy who made him so angry?Where does he have the right to get angry? It's too late to hug his thigh.

Guan Ling stared at the half of the signboard above his head with bated breath. In fact, from the angle and distance, he couldn't read the words clearly at all, but the familiarity made him distinguish the words on it almost the second his eyes met. He held his breath for a few seconds before recovering his emotions, smiled when the impatient voice came from the receiver again, turned his eyes away, and looked at the passing pedestrians and traffic, with a relaxed tone as if joking, " Your boyfriend."

"Huh?" The person on the other end of the phone was startled, and after a few seconds, his voice became clearer, "Guan Ling?"

"Tsk, I thought you lost your memory." Guan Ling clicked his tongue, raised his hand and touched the red paint on the door, his thoughts turned quickly. If the gallery is going to reopen, should the door be replaced or repainted? Woolen cloth?

The other end of the phone was quiet for about five or six seconds, and then there was the sound of slippers slapping the ground, and the sound of water coming out of the faucet came after another ten seconds. Waiting patiently while holding the phone in one hand, until the sound of water stopped, Liang Ze's voice came from the receiver again, with a hint of a smile in his tone.

"I spent 100 million yuan," Liang Ze said, "If you want to lose your memory, you have to earn it back first."

Guan Ling didn't expect him to answer this ridicule, and clicked his tongue, "That's wrong, I just saw 100 million leg hair."

"Young people are too impatient and easily dominated by money." Liang Ze said unhurriedly.

These words were not targeted at all, and sometimes they were philosophical to some extent, but like an arrow with a hook, it pierced Guan Ling's heart, which caught him off guard and made him hurt.

It's like a branded label, reminding him how ridiculous his past self was.

Guan Ling took a deep breath, tried to calm down the turbulent emotions in his heart, pretended not to think about the past that should have gone with the wind, and pulled the corners of his mouth with a dry smile, "The boss said so."

"Tsk." Liang Ze seemed to have fully woken up from sleepiness, and now he joked with him in a good mood, "Didn't you call yourself your boyfriend before? Why did you suddenly see others like this?"

Guan Ling was originally intentionally joking, but he didn't expect to be teased back by the other party. His throat was a little blocked for a while, and his thoughts were disturbed by emotions or he really ran out of words. He opened his mouth for a long time but couldn't find the right words to retort .

Fortunately, Liang Ze didn't linger on this joke for too long, he changed the subject and asked, "Why are you looking for me?"

It was only then that Guan Ling remembered his original intention of calling, and quickly responded, "I'm here."

"Huh?" Liang Ze was puzzled.

"Report on Monday." Guan Ling was a little annoyed at Liang Ze's inattention, but the other party was the boss, so he couldn't say anything, so he could only half explain and half remind, "I've already arrived at the entrance of the gallery."

After two seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, Liang Ze suddenly realized, with a long trailing tone, as if he really remembered it all of a sudden, and added superficially, "I forgot."

Guan Ling: "..." Are you fucking sure you're not playing with me?

"How about it," Liang Ze said after a long silence, "Come here and get the key, and arrange your next work by the way."

Guan Ling turned around and walked up the curb, "Where can I get it?"

"Haojing 2811."

Guan Ling of Haojing Hotel had just been there not long ago. At that time, he played the role of Liang Ze's driver assistant and fake boyfriend. He didn't expect that the second time he went there, his identity would be different. From the driver assistant to the fake boyfriend. It's incredible to be the manager of a gallery.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of the hotel. Guan Ling glanced at the price on the meter and frowned. He took out his mobile phone to pay, ran up the steps and entered the hotel gate in two or three steps. After finding the elevator, he pressed the 28th floor directly.

When knocking on the door of Room 2811, Guan Ling was still a little puzzled. It stands to reason that a person with status and background like Liang Ze, even if he stayed in a hotel, he would have to live in the presidential suite on the top floor. It is also impossible to cut off his source of income.

The door of the room opened, Guan Ling put away his daydreams, no matter what, today is considered to be officially on the job, and when he was about to give the boss a professional smile, his eyes hit the door, and he was wearing only a black vest and a pair of loose sweatpants of the same color and was sweating profusely Liang Zeshi was stunned.

I have to say that Liang Ze has a pretty good figure, broad shoulders and strong arms, and the lines outlined under the thin layer of vest are invisible to the usual regular shirts and suits, perhaps because the contrast is too strong. It was so obvious that Guan Ling couldn't move his eyes in a short time.

"What are you doing standing there?" Liang Ze wiped the sweat off his neck with a towel, and raised his chin at Guan Ling outside the door, "Come in."

Guan Ling just woke up like a dream, hurriedly lowered her eyes and followed in.

"Sit casually," Liang Ze pointed to the sofa in the living room, "Wait for me a while." Leaving this sentence behind, Liang Ze walked straight in, Guan Ling guessed that he should go to the bathroom.

Guan Ling sat down on the sofa according to his words. The view of this room is very wide. A large amount of sunlight is refracted in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room. The wind lifts the corner of the white gauze of the curtain, like a nimble bird, dancing and jumping in the sunlight. .

A treadmill was placed next to the floor-to-ceiling windows. Liang Ze must have been running just now. Guan Ling took a look at the furnishings in the room. Most of them were in warm colors, visually giving people a warm feeling. If he hadn't passed by Haojing's lobby, he would think this is Liang Ze's home.

Living in a hotel as a home, I don't know whether to praise or lose.

When Liang Ze came out, his hair was still wet, but he had already changed into a light grass color half-sleeved T-shirt with beige casual trousers. Compared with his usual high-end suits, he felt a little more sunny.

Guan Ling couldn't help sighing, this person really has a sense of superiority from the inside to the outside, no wonder the surname Zhou has been obsessed with him for so many years, if he changed, he would probably...

Damn, what the hell was I thinking? !

Guan Ling stopped the car in time, stood up before Liang Ze approached, and put his employee's posture low.

"Sit down," Liang Ze casually pointed at him, then turned to the Kaishi kitchen with his toes, "Coffee juice or a drink?"

Guan Ling wanted to say that I just came to get a key so you don't have to deal with those hospitality methods, but he is the boss, he can only choose to keep it no matter how much he has an opinion, so he only hesitated for two seconds before changing his mouth, "Drink Bar."

Liang Ze made himself a cup of coffee, opened the refrigerator and took a can of Coke, and when throwing it to him, he still said, "Drinking too much carbonated drinks is not good for your health."

Guan Ling: "..." Then should I drink it or not?

Liang Ze didn't care about the after-sales service, he took a sip of coffee and sat down on the sofa opposite him, casually threw a bunch of keys on the coffee table, "I don't know which key opens where, you go Think about it."

Guan Ling is so familiar with this bunch of keys, he can figure out which key opens which lock with his eyes closed.

Guan Ling put the Coke aside by taking the key, and trembled slightly when her fingertips touched the cold touch of the key.

"But it doesn't matter if you try it or not," Liang Ze interrupted his thoughts, "The place is a mess now, even if it is used as a painting room for the old man, it needs to be tidied up again."

Guan Ling looked at the person on the opposite sofa, Liang Ze took a sip of coffee and continued, "You are the only employee in the gallery at the moment, so you can keep an eye on the decoration, but I want to make some adjustments to the layout, although This gallery was bought to amuse the old man, but if it can’t be turned into a study, then the money will be wasted.”

Guan Ling looked at him in bewilderment, that's not what this man said when he wanted to buy the gallery.

"I'm a jobless vagrant now." Liang Ze saw the doubt in his eyes, and spread his hands in a helpless look, "I have to earn some living expenses for myself, not to mention that the old man does have a lot of paintings, but such a big man It would be too wasteful to put all his paintings in the gallery and not display them for people to consume."

There is nothing wrong with this. When Liang Ze said in front of Liang Changye that he used the gallery as his study room to store paintings, Guan Ling had some objections in his heart. At that time, what he thought was, the gallery you have worked so hard to get Used as a study?Who do you look down on?

Fortunately, Liang Ze is a double-faced person who says one thing and says another thing behind his back. Normally, Guan Ling wouldn't even give this kind of person a look, but this time Guan Ling wanted to give Liang Ze a thumbs up.

Guan Ling nodded to show that he could understand your thoughts, and asked, "How do you want to adjust?"

"I haven't figured out the specifics yet." Liang Ze took a sip of coffee, "Let's find a designer to have a look."

Guan Ling turned his head and blurted out, "I'll go find it."

"Do you know someone?" Liang Ze looked at him.

At a time like this, it must be there, Guan Ling nodded hurriedly, while searching the memory of the brain, he said casually, "I guess there is."

"That's fine," Liang Ze made a decision, "Implement it as soon as possible, I may have to get busy after next month."

Guan Ling said in her heart that you are a jobless vagrant, what a fart, but the complaints are the ones, but there are other concerns in her heart.

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感谢在2020-01-1117：08：26～2020-01-1323：12：45期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 1 Mengshang Liulixue Ice Crystal Qingxin Star;

感谢投出地雷的小天使：被重名的末5个；呸呸猪4个；涂丢丢3个；番茄撞蛋、山茶花儿2个；你猜、梦殇琉璃雪冰晶清馨星、沉吟、突然有点儿高兴1个；

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of cats and cats; Aston hair, long bridge lying on the cloud? 2 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!