I saddle up for my rival [Rebirth]

"Why are you so surprised?" Liang Ze opened the drawer and took out a tie, and asked impatiently, "Didn't save my phone number?"

"...No." Guan Ling's voice was a little unsteady, low and hoarse, with a slight wheezing/breathing, passing through the receiver, "I don't seem to notice."

Liang Ze noticed that his tone was wrong, and frowned, "What's wrong with you?"

"Ah?" Guan Ling seemed to be startled, and then said, "I just fell asleep, maybe I'm not sober, Mr. Liang, is there anything I can do for you?"

Still out of breath after sleeping?

Liang Ze clicked his tongue, didn't ask any more questions, and directly ordered, "Come here now."

Liang Ze hung up the phone without waiting for the other party's answer, holding two ties in his hand and gesticulating around his neck twice, as if none of them matched well with the clothes on his body.

He threw the tie back into the box, turned around and walked out of the cloakroom, took a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator and drank half of it to feel comfortable.

He knew the problem wasn't the tie, but that he was too distracted at the moment to see anything pleasing to the eye.

After coming out of Huanyu, Liang Ze drove back to Yu Garden directly. The weather has been severe recently, and the flowers and plants in the garden are all wilted, and the old man is carrying a pot to water one by one in the yard.

"Why did you do it yourself?" Liang Ze approached after parking the car, reaching out to catch the pot in the old man's hand, "Aunt Wu asked for leave?"

The old man hid for a while, "Don't make any trouble."

Liang Ze didn't insist, and followed the old man step by step. After walking back and forth twice, the old man finally couldn't hold back anymore and threw the pot into Liang Ze's hand, "Come back and see if I'm dead or not?"

"...Look at what you said." Liang Ze held the pot with a helpless expression on his face, "This is not what a person who just passed his birthday should say."

"I don't have any filial piety at all, it's fine if I don't live at home, and I don't know how to come back to see me if I just idle around all day."

Hearing these words, Liang Ze felt even more helpless, "Didn't you tell me not to come back all the time to hinder your eyes..."

"Still talking back!" The old man blew his beard and stared at him, "You have to listen to me obediently, find someone to marry and then take over the company, can I say that?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Liang Ze put the pot aside, afraid that the old man's blood pressure would rise when he got angry, and helped him to admit his mistakes again and again, "It's all my fault. Worry about this for me, I am ashamed of your kindness in nurturing me."

"Okay." The old man gave him a disgusted look, "Go to Huanyu today?"

Liang Ze raised his eyebrows, "Grandpa, don't you have clairvoyance?"

"Stop flattering," the old man didn't follow his tactics at all, and walked into the house, saying as he walked, "I'm afraid your uncle's wallet is going to cry today."

"I'm keeping my energy up," Liang Ze smiled, "I didn't dare to kill myself."

"Just eating and not talking about anything else?" Liang Changye asked with a smile.

"My uncle's family was in Japan on my grandpa's birthday. I couldn't make it back due to the typhoon, so I was always thinking about it." Liang Ze helped the old man sit down on the sofa, and turned on the heat switch of the teapot at hand. Then he continued, "I'm afraid you will blame him."

Liang Changye snorted coldly when he heard the words, "He's not afraid. It's been two days since he came back, and I haven't seen him go to Yu Garden."

Liang Ze pursed his lips, "Maybe the company is busy, so I don't have time to relax."

Liang Changye sighed, "The blood is not the same after all."

Liang Ze knew what he meant, so he didn't take it easy, so he took two white porcelain cups and put them into the tea wash, then poured boiling water into them, cleaned them one by one with tweezers, and scooped a spoonful of tea leaves.Liang Changye sat across from him, watching him wash and wake up the tea in one go, his eyes couldn't help but bend, "The technique is still there."

"I usually make it myself." Liang Ze held a cup and put it in the old man's hand. "Tea is better than coffee."

"That's it," the old man pinched the rim of the cup and took a sip. The taste was sweet and sweet, with a faint lotus fragrance in the aftertaste. He couldn't help sighing, "That foreign thing can't compare."

The two chatted about the differences between Chinese and Western cultures over tea. When Aunt Wu came in with a vegetable basket, she saw Liang Ze smile and said, "Young master is back? I happened to catch crabs at the ecological garden, and I will steam some for you tonight." liquor."

The old man wasn't in a good mood at first, but Aunt Wu put on a smile on his face, so he insisted on asking Liang Ze to accompany him to kill a game before dinner, so Liang Ze had no choice but to follow him into the study.

It was only a game of chess that still had to be decided, but it was ended by a phone call from Liang Ze.

It was Zhao Yihuan who called, Liang Ze frowned, he didn't intend to answer it, and was about to press it, but the phone was taken away first.

Liang Ze subconsciously raised his hand, the old man gave him a sideways glance, directly opened the phone to connect the call, and very thoughtfully clicked on speakerphone.

"Hey, Huanhuan," the old man said with a smile on his mobile phone, but stared at the displeased Liang Ze across the way, "I'm Grandpa Liang, and Aunt Wu brought crabs back today, do you want to come and try them?" ah?"

Zhao Yihuan was silent for two seconds, and said with a smile in his tone, "Grandpa Liang, unfortunately, I have other arrangements for tonight. After these two busy days, I will come to Yuyuan to see you."

"Okay, okay," the old man nodded happily, "I'll let Aze tell you."

Liang Ze took the phone from the old man and turned off the speakerphone directly, as if he didn't see the displeasure on the old man's face, he asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

"Let's meet up." Zhao Yihuan said straight to the point.

"You can also talk on the phone." Liang Ze politely declined.

Liang Changye couldn't hear what Zhao Yihuan said on the other end of the phone, but he could guess something from Liang Ze's answer, so he frowned unhappily, pouted his mouth and lowered his voice and scolded, "What's there to say on the phone? Go, go, tonight's crab is not your share, roll as far as you can."

Liang Ze pretended not to hear, got up and walked to the window.

"It's not clear on the phone," Zhao Yihuan's tone became condensed, "It's about the development of new projects. The uncle you mentioned who is the least likely to compete with you doesn't seem to be very peaceful."

Liang Ze frowned, and heard Zhao Yihuan say, "He just left Yingjia."

"He came to look for you?" Liang Ze asked.

"How is it possible." Zhao Yihuan said, "It's me he's looking for, will I still call you?"

Liang Ze collected himself, heard Zhao Yihuan's voice, pondered for a moment and said, "You decide the time and place."

"Six o'clock, it's the same restaurant as last time," Zhao Yihuan said directly without talking nonsense, "Let's chat while eating."

It wasn't too early for dinner, Liang Ze didn't hesitate too much, agreed and hung up the phone, turned his head and met the old man's eyes that hated iron, Liang Ze subconsciously raised his eyebrows.

"You, you..." The old man pointed at him with his index finger upright, with a look of 'no words' on his face, "I can't even chase girls. Isn't the folk culture open abroad? You have learned all these years outside. What's wrong?"

Liang Ze walked over and clicked his tongue, "You want me to imitate Wei Jie?"

"...that's too much for him," the old man muttered.

Liang Ze put the phone back into his pocket and didn't continue the conversation, "You can eat the crab tonight with Uncle Wu, your stomach and feet are not good, just taste it."

"Aren't you staying to eat?" the old man asked knowingly.

Liang Ze turned around and walked out, saying as he walked, "I don't have that kind of food."

"Do you still have money?" Liang Ze saw the old man chasing after him worryingly as soon as he reached the stairs, "You can't let girls pay for your meals!"

Liang Ze really wanted to roll his eyes, but he held back, and only agreed with a deep hum.

"Buy a bouquet of flowers." The old man followed behind him and continued his tricks, "Red roses are too colorful, vulgar, I heard that Huanhuan likes white roses."

Liang Ze stopped, and asked in surprise, "You even know this?"

"Of course," the old man looked proud, then cast a glance at Liang Ze and said in distaste, "Otherwise, what can you do?"

Liang Ze was hurt for no reason, he didn't care, he waved his hand behind him and hurried downstairs.

It wasn't until he got into the car that the light smile on Liang Ze's face disappeared completely.

Liang Xingzhou, as Huan Yu's vice president, has many projects under his management, but the cooperation project with Yingjia was decided by Liang Ze early in the morning. As the first big project he took over the company, it must be done beautifully. On the day of the banquet, Liang Xingzhou was far away in Japan, how did he know about this?

Compared to these, Liang Ze cared more about Liang Xingzhou's actions, that's why he was irritable and disliked everything.

When Guan Ling knocked on the door of 2811, Liang Ze was in the cloakroom rearranging clothes. Usually, the suits that seemed to fit well always felt wrong on him, and after changing them, a hill had piled up on the sofa.

He tore off the freshly tied plain tie around his neck, and went to the entrance with a gloomy face and opened the door.

"Why so fast?" Liang Ze was slightly surprised.

"Just around here." Guan Ling said.

The broken hair on Guan Ling's forehead was a little messy, as if it had been wet by water, and a few clumps hung on his forehead, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, as if he came here in a hurry, looking a little embarrassed.

Liang Ze raised his eyebrows, staggered his body to let him in, closed the door behind him, and asked casually, "Have you bought a house?"

Guan Ling turned around in surprise, "Huh?"

"The housing prices around here are not cheap," Liang Ze approached the refrigerator, took him a bottle of water and threw it at him, jokingly said, "All the money I paid you should be able to pay the down payment for a bachelor's apartment."

Guan Ling felt his throat was dry, and there was no customer after receiving the water, so he unscrewed the cap and filled half of the bottle before answering, "Why should I buy a house?"

"Buy a house and take a nap." Liang Ze said with a sidelong glance at him.

"I'm not sick..." Guan Ling stopped abruptly in the middle of the conversation, he remembered that when Liang Ze called him and asked him what was wrong, he casually told a lie that he just took a nap and was not awake.

Is this person so free?It's okay to memorize every word people say, and then tear down your platform and expose your shortcoming when you accidentally make a mistake?

"Your complexion is not very good." Liang Ze said straight away.

Guan Ling subconsciously frowned, and tightened his grip on the bottle, the thin mineral water bottle was dented by him, he pursed his lips, and said when he glanced at Liang Ze, "Your complexion isn't much better either. .”

Liang Ze choked for a rare moment, and the irritability he had suppressed while joking with Guan Ling just now surged up again. He snorted to express his displeasure, but he didn't continue to question Guan Ling.

Guan Ling subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief but at the same time felt a little disappointed.

He hoped that Liang Ze would continue to ask, so that he could logically make up a "story" about everything he heard today and Cheng Fei's death, and tell him to beware of Zhou Jinhang, thus breaking Zhou Jinhang's daydream; But he was also afraid, afraid that all of this was just his own guesswork, afraid that Liang Ze would not care about it, and even more afraid that the death of a person who had nothing to do with him would be as light as a feather compared to the friendship he had with Zhou Jinhang for many years.

If the separation fails, let alone stepping on Liang Ze as a springboard, the person surnamed Liang may directly fire him.

He couldn't afford to take this risk, Guan Ling calmed down, he would rather see Zhou Jinhang love but not suffer so much and even be regarded as an enemy by Liang Ze, rather than alienating his friendship with Zhou Jinhang, Guan Ling squinted his eyes, he We have to think of a way to achieve both.

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