I was a stand-in for those years

Six years later, New York.

"Oops! I've lost my stomach!" Guo Zichen ate a plate of dried green peppers last night and drank a large glass of Coke. His stomach burned and swelled, and he cried out in pain.

Before Zhang Chengwen took out the key to Guo Zichen's house, he heard Guo Zichen's earth-shattering loud voice. He stood at the door, stopped, sighed, then took out the key to open the door, and picked up the person who was kicking and rolling on the floor.

The moment Zhang Chengwen entered the door, Guo Zichen shut his mouth almost immediately, stood up tremblingly against his stomach aching from death, with a pale smile all over his face: "Third brother, why are you here?"

Zhang Chengwen said with a cold face, "Did you drink the traditional Chinese medicine prescribed for you?"

Guo Zichen clutched his stomach, and poured him a glass of water with difficulty: "I didn't drink it, it was too bitter. But I took painkillers, and it will be fine in a while."

Zhang Chengwen angrily threw the cup on the glass coffee table, stood up and walked into the kitchen, rummaged through the cabinets, and asked, "Where are those traditional Chinese medicines?" Nodding her chin towards the refrigerator: "There."

When Zhang Chengwen saw it, his cold face almost froze.This medicine was formulated by his family's Chinese medicine doctor, and the medicinal materials were all expensive, but Guo Zichen threw it into a black plastic bag to collect dust, Zhang Chengwen was inevitably unhappy.

He opened the big black plastic bag thrown in the corner of the refrigerator, grabbed the medicine inside and threw it into the casserole, put it on the induction cooker and decocted it for him.

Guo Zichen has been under a lot of work pressure in the past few years. He often works overtime until twelve o'clock in the evening before he has time to eat dinner. Even if he is at home on Saturdays and Sundays, he eats instant noodles and hamburgers in turn. He doesn't care at all about his bleeding stomach.In the past few years, his career has become more and more successful, but his health has become worse and worse. He looks thin and withered, and was ridiculed by Zhang Chengwen as a little old man who is about to enter the coffin.

In order to repay the tuition and living expenses that Lin Hai lent him, when Guo Zichen first started working, he worked hard overtime while saving money on food and expenses. Within two or three years, he paid off the money owed to Lin Hai. Rich money, but that stingy problem can't be changed no matter what.

Two years ago, Zhang Chengwen came to New York to hold an exhibition, and later opened his own studio, and the two supported each other in their lives abroad. To put it nicely, it is called mutual support, but to put it badly, Guo Zichen often ate and drank at Zhang Chengwen's place. Also looting the car.

No, Zhang Chengwen came to pick Guo Zichen to work.

"It's too late to drink the medicine. I'll fry the medicine and pour it into a thermos cup. You can drink it with the company. Now go and change your clothes."

Guo Zichen collapsed on the sofa, and started yelling again: "My stomach hurts! I won't go to work today!"

Zhang Chengwen saw that there was still some time, so he quickly poured a warm water bag on his stomach, picked up the casserole containing herbs, and blew it on Guo Zichen's small broken fan, took a small spoon to taste the medicine, It wasn't very hot, so he squeezed Guo Zichen's nose and mouth, and poured the medicine into it.

"Is it better?"

"better."

"Okay, get dressed and go to the company."

"..."

Guo Zichen was so reluctant to go, Zhang Chengwen casually threw him two clothes in his closet: "Don't talk nonsense."

Guo Zichen has been working hard for the past few years, and regards money as his life. For the perfect attendance award, he can go to work with a fever of [-] degrees. Today, Zhang Chengwen is very clear about the reason why he refuses to go to work, because today he is working in the Moro Stanley Group. On the day when he made his first appearance and delivered his inaugural speech, Guo Zichen was grumpy and cowardly. Just when he heard that he was going to be "interrogated" by the group's management, he was so frightened that his legs went limp, let alone now.

Zhang Chengwen was driving, and Guo Zichen was sitting in the co-pilot. He took off the sunglasses and put them on again. Zhang Chengwen knew he was nervous.After all, he is still young. Although he has worked hard for several years, he still rarely sees big scenes.

"I took half a day off today," Zhang Chengwen joked, "I'm going to record your stuttering speech on stage for Xianyin to watch."

Guo Zichen stared at the smirk on Zhang Chengwen's face, and snorted angrily, but he felt more at ease in his heart, and his impetuous heart gradually settled down.

When they arrived at the gate of the group, the reporters had already set up their cameras and waited for Guo Zichen to get off the car. Guo Zichen took a deep breath, then quickly took off his sunglasses, gritted his teeth, opened the car door smartly as if he had finally made up his mind, and walked out of the car smartly. Get out of the car.

Facing the non-stop flashing lights from all directions, Guo Zichen's apple muscles stiffened with a smile, and he could only imitate the chief's way and wave his hands to greet them.

……

Three days ago, the capital.

"Mr. Ke, Ryan, the eldest son of Moro Stanley Group, has sent a message to invite you to New York this Thursday to attend the inauguration ceremony of the newly hired investment and financing consultant of Desheng Venture Capital Bank under the group." Secretary Sun finished his report and looked at Ke Chen looked calm, and said tentatively, "Mr. Ke, the day after tomorrow is the young master's birthday. He asked me to ask you if you have time to go home to celebrate his birthday with him."

It is the basic professionalism of an employee not to mention personal matters during working hours, but Secretary Sun is special. In the past few years, she has been Ke Chen's secretary while also taking care of Ke Ke. Even Xiao Ke Ke's parents' meeting is Secretary Sun. I went on behalf of Ke Chen.

Ke Chen is also used to her talking about Keke during working hours: "Is Zhang Xianyin still in Moscow now?"

"Still, have not returned to the country."

Ke Chen nodded: "Then you go and make arrangements to send Xiao Ke to Moscow today."

Sun Yue showed a look of embarrassment: "Mr. Ke, young master, he hasn't seen you for several days. It's his birthday, so it stands to reason that you..."

Ke Chen knew what she was going to say, so he interrupted her: "That child, seeing Zhang Xianyin is closer than seeing me, there is nothing wrong with it."

Sun Yue suddenly thought, just when Ke Ke knew that Zhang Xianyin was going back to Moscow with his mother, the five-year-old Ke Ke rarely lost his temper, crying and screaming in the living room, and his aunt came to hug him , he just scratched his aunt's face, and when his aunt fed him, he threw the plate on the ground, his hand was scratched, and he threw things as if he didn't know the pain.

Ke Chen rushed home, coaxed him and hugged him, but he was still crying, no matter what he couldn't coax him well.

Ke Chen patted him on the back, wiped his tears, and coaxed him softly: "Xiao Ke, be a good boy, and dad will depend on you in everything."

Ke Ke suddenly stopped crying, Xiaopang put his arms around Ke Chen's neck: "Is everything okay?"

"Well, what do you want?" Ke Chen asked him.

Ke Ke suddenly pushed Ke Chen away, yelling hysterically: "I want my brother! Dad, don't let my brother go! You let my brother stay and be my wife for the rest of his life!"

After saying this, not to mention the housekeepers, aunts and Sun Yue present, even Ke Chen was shocked. In an instant, Ke Chen became angry: "Xiao Ke! He is your brother, it is impossible for him to be your wife!"

Ke Chen almost yelled out. Ke Ke, who is not afraid of anything, was still afraid of his father. He was afraid and wronged, and cried loudly at Ke Chen: "Father, you are a liar! I want my brother! Brother, don't go. Elder brother is not allowed to play with others! Elder brother is my wife!"

Ke Chen was furious, and raised his hand to spank Ke Ke's ass. Sun Yue hurriedly protected Ke Ke, and looked at Ke Chen: "Mr. Ke, the child is still young and ignorant, the more he beats, the more disobedient he becomes."

Ke Chen hung his hands in the air, and he took a long time to suppress his anger.

About half an hour later, Zhang Xianyin gently knocked on the door of Ke Ke's bedroom. He walked in, held Ke Ke's hand, and gently reprimanded him: "My cousin said you were disobedient, Xiao Ke, you are not allowed to do it again in the future." If you lose your temper like this, you must not listen to the adults, you know."

Ke Ke lowered his head, like a puppy scolded by his master: "Brother, are you angry?"

"As long as you are obedient, brother will not be angry with you."

Ke Ke's eyes lit up: "Then don't go, stay and play with me."

Xianyin shook her head: "No, my mother is sick, and I want to go back to see her. But if you miss your brother, you can come to Moscow to find me."

In his five-year-old life, Ke Ke didn't know where Moscow was or how far it was from him, but when he thought that he wouldn't never see Xiao Xianyin, he became happy.

He held Xianyin's face and kissed him passionately: "I like my brother the most!"

.........

"What are you thinking about?" Ke Chen interrupted Sun Yue's daze, and asked again what he had just asked: "What is the background of that newly appointed financial consultant?"

Sun Yue knew that she was negligent, and hurriedly said: "I heard that it may be the current Deputy Secretary-General of the President of the Bank for International Settlements, or one of the secretariat, and it is likely to be a Chinese, but these are gossip, who is it?" , the group will only make it public at his inauguration ceremony."

Ke Chen nodded, which was also expected.

"What do you mean, Mr. Ke?"

Ke Chen doesn't care about such trivial matters at all, and in recent years, Sun Yue went for him when Ke Chen was required to appear in Ke's or the group that Ke invested in. Now the outside world is used to it, Ke Chen thinks I didn't even think about refusing directly: "Tell Ryan that I don't have time."

In the evening, Ke Chen took a shower and lay on the bed in a daze. Today, Sun Yue said that Ke Ke's sixth birthday was about to come. Ke Chen closed his eyes and thought, when Guo Zichen left, Ke Ke was just born, and now it has been six years Is it?

For the past six years, Ke Chen has been looking for him. After finding him, he became disheartened. He didn't understand what he had done to make Guo Zichen hide from him for so many years.

He also tried to forget, but his love and hatred for Guo Zichen was watered by that unwilling emotion and continued to grow during countless nights when he wanted to forget deliberately.

It's been six years, for six full years, I haven't seen you again, I haven't heard your voice again, I haven't heard any news about you again, whether your heart is made of meat, you really don't feel bad Well, have you ever thought about how I survived these six springs and 190 days and nights, and how I will survive in the future.

Thinking of the later, Ke Chen tightly clenched his fists, his eyes were stern, if you are willing, I will not be reluctant, if we meet again, I will make you pay back all the suffering I have suffered in the past six years!

Ke Chen fell asleep with hatred. He should have been an ordinary one in countless tossing and turning nights, but was awakened by a phone call.

Ke Chen looked down, Ryan called.

"Hihoney～are you asleep～"

Ke Chen thought this question was idiotic: "Is there something wrong?"

"I heard that you rejected my invitation, no, have you come here to persuade you?"

Ke Chen was firm: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm not free."

"Don't be like this, I have only been in office for two years, and I can't even hire a major shareholder. Where do you want me to save face!"

Ke Chen wanted to hang up the phone: "Where can I put my love?"

"Hey! Give me some face! Chengwen is here, but you don't come!"

Ke Chen didn't seem to hear clearly, and asked again: "Who are you talking about?"

Ryan snorted coldly: "Zhang Chengwen! He's not busier than you, is he? He even pushed the draft to help me out!"

Ke Chen was puzzled: "Since when did Zhang Chengwen join your investment bank?"