One, two secret love

Fu Xie finished a bowl of porridge with difficulty, and prepared to take it by himself.

Gan Qian hurriedly stood up, grabbed the bowl, "I'll come, you rest."

Fu Xie watched Gan Qian leave speechlessly, his stomach pain no longer made him look like a weak little girl.

But since someone was rushing to work, he was happy to be quiet, so he stretched himself and went to the study.

Gan Qian simply tidied up and wanted to see if Fu Xie was asleep, but saw Fu Xie's door was open, and there was no one in the bedroom, "It's so late, where did he go?"

Gan Qian listened carefully, and found that there was a sound in the study. When he walked over to have a look, he saw Fu Xie sitting at the desk facing the computer, as if he was busy with something.

Fu Xie felt that someone was coming, so he raised his head and smiled at Gan Qian, "Is there a job? Do you need me to avoid it?"

Gan Qian shook his head and asked, "What are you busy with?"

Fu Xie looked back at the computer, looked at the screen and said, "Xiaoya wants to open a cake shop, I'll help her make a plan."

Knowing that it was not a company secret, Gan Qian walked up to Fu Xie and said helplessly, "You are still sick."

Fu Xie bit the tip of his pen, frowned in thought, and replied casually: "It's okay, I can't die."

The sentence "I can't die" successfully raised the anger in the good-tempered Gan Qian's heart, but looking at him, he didn't pay attention to his Fu Xie at all. Gan Qian pulled a chair and sat next to Fu Xie, a little discouraged. "I'll take a look for you too."

Fu Xie nodded with a smile, "Okay, I'm thinking about choosing a location. If you choose here, the traffic flow can be guaranteed, but the competition is fierce. There are at least four delicious cake shops around. If you choose here , although there are no cake shops nearby, it is difficult to secure a source of customers, and it is also difficult to gain fame, what do you think?"

Gan Qian looked at the two places Fu Xie pointed out to him, took the plan printed out by Fu Xie, looked at it carefully, and circled the two places on the plan, "The point is here, it depends on what Shuya wants to do." What type of cake shop, if it is to make money, then choose the first place and match this plan, if not then the plan must be revised.”

Fu Xie thought about it seriously. Shuya's family is not short of money, and the cake shop is more interested in making money than making money. "Well, then I will study and plan a better publicity plan. At least Shuya can't lose money."

Gan Qian saw that Fu Xie had an idea, so he didn't say any more, suddenly remembered that there was a period of time in the past, the two of them often sat together for a certain plan, and I really missed it, reached out and rubbed Fu Xie's black hair, "Why are you always so nice to the people around you?"—Okay, I'm a little jealous...

Fu Xie smiled lightly, "Probably because I want to do more when I have the ability."

Gan Qian chuckled, "You speak like an old man."

Fu Xie took a complicated look at Gan Qian, and then quickly glanced aside. In a sense, he can be regarded as an old man.

Gan Qian didn't know what was going on in Fu Xie's mind, so he asked, "You should be able to come back to sleep after you've finished your work?"

A suspicious blush flashed across Fuxie's face. These words sounded a bit like a conversation between a wife and her husband, "Probably, but there have been a lot of things recently, so it depends on the situation."

Gan Qian put his hand on Fu Xie's shoulder helplessly, and leaned close to Fu Xie's body, "I'm bored by myself."

Fu Xie looked calm on the surface, pushed Gan Qian, and let Gan Qian stay away from him a little bit, worried that his heartbeat would be heard, "I will try to come back as often as possible."

Gan Qian put down his hands naturally, stood up and put his hands in his pockets, and said leisurely: "Go to bed early, and go to work together tomorrow."

Fu Xie nodded, "Okay."

At night, Fuxie had a very long dream. He dreamed of many things. I don't know if it is a good dream or a nightmare...

The next day, after Fu Xie finished washing, he went downstairs to see Gan Qian had brought breakfast to the table, "Wake up so early?"

Gan Qian took off his apron and said with a smile, "You have a bad stomach, so don't eat outside for breakfast."

Fu Xie smiled, sat at the table, took the porridge handed over by Gan Qian, and ate it.

Gan Qian sat beside Fu Xie, smiled and said, "Try the side dishes I made."

Fu Xie nodded, and picked up a chopstick silently, "When will you be able to cook?" In his impression, Gan Qian was a guy who couldn't even tell the difference between salt and sugar.

Gan Qian said with a smile: "If you are not used to eating abroad, you can learn how to make it yourself."

Fu Xie nodded, "The cooking skills are good."

Hearing Fuxie's compliment, Ganqian's heart blossomed, "Let's have dinner together at noon, and I have booked a restaurant."

Fu Xie thought for a while, "If there are no accidents, it should be fine at noon."

Qian Qian was speechless, "I've always wondered why you like such a job. Back then, I always thought you liked programming!"

Fu Xie tightened his hands holding the chopsticks, pretending to be nonchalant and said: "At that time, Yiyang was just established, and this position needed someone, so I took it. Now I'm used to it, and I think it's pretty good."

Gan Qian frowned, "I heard that guy Wei Chengyang is in love."

Fu Xie nodded, "Well, he is a very nice person, but we don't have much contact with him."

Gan Qian suppressed the irritability in his heart, "Let's eat." At the beginning, Fu Xie left his company because of Wei Chengyang. He thought that Fu Xie liked that guy, so he gradually focused his work abroad. It would be too uncomfortable, but Wei Chengyang found someone else in the end! ! !

Fu Xie nodded. He felt that Gan Qian seemed a little angry, but he didn't say anything. Could it be because of Wei Chengyang? ? ?

The atmosphere between the two of them was a bit heavy all the way, and Fu Xie didn't know what he said wrong, so he had to keep what he said. Fortunately, he was used to being quiet.

Gan Qian parked the car at the gate of Yiyang, "I'll pick you up at noon, call ahead if you need something."

Fu Xie nodded, got out of the car, watched Gan Qian drive away, walked slowly into Yiyang's office building, and saw Wei Xiaoyou standing there smiling, "Are you free recently?"

Wei Xiaoyou put on a gossip face, "Who was driving the car just now? You lived together last night."

Fu Xie glanced at Wei Xiaoyou, "It seems that you should not be a manager, but a gossip reporter!"

Wei Xiaoyou rolled his eyes, and walked beside Fu Xie, "I'm here to look for my sister, she said that a bastard is pestering her recently, let me help you deal with it."

Fu Xie narrowed his eyes dangerously, thought for a while, and said lightly: "No matter where you are, there are always a few people who don't have long eyes."

Wei Xiaoyou crossed his arms and exaggeratedly said: "It's scary, you didn't look like this when you got off the car just now."

Fu Xie glanced at Wei Xiaoyou indifferently, walked up the elevator and pressed the 10th floor, without any intention of waiting for Wei Xiaoyou.

Wei Xiaoyou watched the elevator door slowly close silently, why is this guy so cold all the time...

Wei Xiaoyou resigned herself to waiting for the next elevator. In fact, letting her and Fu Xie take the elevator alone, she was a bit Alexander, so Fu Xie didn't wait for her, which made her feel a lot better.

Fu Xie belongs to the series of workaholics, as long as he starts working, nothing else matters, so he didn't remember that the two of them had an appointment for lunch at noon until Gan Qian called, "Sorry, I'm afraid it's a little difficult today."

Hearing Fu Xie's apologetic voice, Gan Qian could only sigh helplessly, "Busy?"

Fu Xie looked at the busy colleagues around him, "Well, the upper management just decided to hold a charity gala next week, so..."

Gan Qian rubbed his forehead, "In such a hurry?"

Fu Xie was also helpless, "Yes."

Gan Qian also knew that no matter what he said, it was useless, as long as he told, "Remember to order takeaway, and you can go to bed early at night, and don't stay up late."

A faint smile appeared on Fu Xie's face, "Okay, then I'll be busy first." After hanging up the phone, the colleague around him looked at him in surprise and raised his eyebrows, "Why are you so busy?"

When the colleagues heard this, they quickly lowered their heads and were busy with the work in their hands.

Fuxie said to the secretary: "Take two people to the cafeteria to order food, and use my meal card." Yiyang's cafeteria was proposed by him, and the meals in it are all made by chefs. They are delicious, healthy and delicious. , the most important thing is that the price is absolutely cheap and the variety is complete, so the employees of Yiyang are used to eating in the cafeteria.

The others were of course very happy to hear what Fu Xie said, and whispered to the secretary what they wanted to eat.

Fu Xie picked up a document on the table and looked at it seriously. It seems that he can't go back to live again recently.

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Fuxie quietly opened the door, and he spent another week in the company, thanks to the rest area in his office, otherwise he would definitely not be able to survive.But what is gratifying is that the party was very successful. Fuxie invited his colleagues to dinner to celebrate. After all, everyone has worked hard during this time and drank some wine.

"Are you back?" Gan Qian sat on the sofa, heard a sound at the door, and saw Fu Xie open the door as soon as he turned his head.

Fu Xie nodded, "Yeah", this group of people poured him alcohol hard, and he hasn't eaten much recently. He feels a little dizzy and his stomach is uncomfortable. Now he just wants to lie on the bed and sleep.

Gan Qian put the notebook on the coffee table, stood up, and walked to Fu Xie, "Uncomfortable?"

Fu Xie nodded, bent over to change his shoes, and jumped forward without standing still.

Gan Qian quickly caught Fu Xie, and asked with concern: "How much did you drink?"

Fu Xie leaned on Gan Qian to calm himself down, and replied, "I haven't had a few drinks."

Gan Qian held Fu Xie's waist with one hand, so that Fu Xie could stand a little more firmly.

Fu Xie didn't try his best, so he put on his slippers by Qian Qian, and let Qian Qian take him to the sofa.