not a decent stand-in

After the meeting, Xiang Yindong returned to the office, sat down on the leather seat, and exhaled deeply.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, there was no cloud in the blue sky, and the sun shone on the tall buildings in the distance, reflecting clusters of dazzling light spots.

He narrowed his eyes, a self-deprecating smile curved his lips.

I have to admit that being an actor is definitely a skill.

After a meeting, he kept switching between pretending to understand and pretending not to understand, and he felt that he was about to lose his mind.

Really echoed the old saying - life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills!

However, pretending to be crazy does not affect his professional judgment. After all, he is not a serious stand-in. Once he returns to his own battlefield, his fighting spirit will be aroused.

He wants to see, who is behind the scenes, who wants to kill him?

Xiang Yindong cheered up and began to read the backlog of documents during this period.

At around five o'clock in the afternoon, the phone on the desk suddenly rang.

He picked it up and looked, his expression froze.

The two words on the screen are really familiar - Zuo Tong.

His heart skipped a beat for no reason, he just felt that he was holding a hot potato in his hand, neither holding it nor throwing it away.

After dawdling for a long time, I rubbed my hair irritably before finally picking it up.

"Hey, uncle, you can really hold your breath! What's the matter, you're fine, just think we're all dead?"

Xiang Yindong quickly put the phone away, the person on the opposite side was so angry that he could smell a burning smell through the screen.

He pressed his brows together and nestled into the back of the chair.

After half a month, facing Zuo Tong again, the mood was not as bad as expected.

But that uneasy feeling like a stick in the throat is still lingering.

He replied unceremoniously: "You are my uncle, if you have something to say, tell me quickly, I still have a lot of things to do here!"

Zuo Tong snorted coldly: "Brothers heard that you are not dead, and clamored to celebrate you. At 08:30 in the evening, Guan Peng is there, will you come?"

Xiang Yindong was taken aback for a moment, thinking of meeting Zuo Tong, he felt as if he had knocked over a five-flavored bottle, it was so damn unpleasant.

He was busy being "processed and transformed" some time ago, and he hadn't had time to think about the nonsense between the two of them.

Once this narrow road meets, I really don't know what will happen.

Beat that guy up again?

But what's the use, the brother who has known him for more than [-] years has been coveting his ass all the time, he can't get over this hurdle!

However, in Xiang Yindong's dictionary, there is no word for fear.

In the future, I will always look down and see up, so where can I hide?

"Okay, I'll be there later, you guys play first!"

"Whatever, just remember to pay the bill!" Zuo Tong hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

Xiang Yindong was stunned for a moment, hey, did this even cause trouble with him?

Who the hell is upset!

The night is sultry, the famous bars and streets of the imperial capital are full of feasting and feasting lights, and men and women of all colors appear on the stage, shuttling back and forth.

When Xiang Yindong arrived at "Joys", it was already the climax of the dance of demons.

Under the flickering glare lights, there was a strong smell of tobacco and alcohol, and the crowd on the dance floor was in high spirits. Amidst the blasting music, they rubbed each other's bodies shamelessly.

"Hey! Look who's this?"

Just as Xiang Yindong passed through the chaotic dance floor, Guan Peng grabbed his shoulders and dragged him into the lively booth, "Young Master Xiang, you are the protagonist tonight, you just came now, so let me tell you what to do?"

Liu Yantao at the side immediately found a cup, smashed various colorful liquids on the table into a cup, and held it in front of him with a smile.

The men and women in the booths started booing, the voice was so loud that even the loud music in the bar couldn't suppress it.

Xiang Yindong didn't talk nonsense, he took the cup of "hodgepodge" and drank it down, making the people around him even more crazy, clapping their hands, whistling and whistling.

After the fine was over, several friendly friends gathered together and toasted in turn to celebrate his averting danger.

Xiang Yindong couldn't refuse, so he had to accept all the orders.

In less than a few minutes, he had already had several glasses of foreign wine, coughing and choking, and quickly found a place to hide.

The light in the corner of the booth was dim, and Xiang Yindong was panting on the back of the sofa, but he felt a cold stare on him.

When he turned around, he saw Zuo Tong leaning against the innermost part of the sofa, smoking a cigarette gracefully.

A suit of well-made white clothes and black trousers made her neck and legs look more slender. Under the dim light, her delicate features seemed to glow with a slight luster.

Xiang Yindong's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help wiping the corners of his mouth.

Zuo Tong's faint eyes flickered under the rotating light, as if he was looking at him, but also seemed to be empty.

After a long time, he showed a smiling face and said, "So it's Young Master Xiang. I haven't seen you for so long, I almost don't know him anymore!"

When he said this, he blew out a smoke ring smartly, but his eyes clearly declared that I am fucking upset!

Zuo Tong has been so tuneful since he was a child.

It looks lazy on the surface, but once it gets aggressive, it will make you cry.

Xiang Yindong couldn't help cursing in his heart, your uncle, it's me who is upset!

He knew what sort of anger Zuo Tongsheng was in, and since he was "found" until now, neither of them took the initiative to contact him.

If this matter is placed between people who have a little friendship, that's fine, but if it is placed between the two of them, it can only mean one meaning - birth share...

Seeing that the atmosphere between the two was a bit tense, Guan Peng came up and sat between them.

"Yindong, I didn't mean you. This time, you are really mean. I don't know if you will say something when you come back. Anyway, you have to calm us down!"

Guan Peng crossed his legs and picked up a glass of wine, "You don't know, we were so anxious a while ago that we almost organized a group to go abroad to find you!"

Liu Yantao also came up to him, and echoed, "Yes, everyone dare not think badly..."

Xiang Yindong understood in his heart that it is good to listen to half of these words.

There should be some worries, but with people like Zuo Tong and Yan Yi around, how can it be their turn to organize a group to go abroad?

"As soon as our brothers heard that you were fine, they went to Boss Zuo to inquire about the news, but you were lucky, and didn't even contact him!"

Guan Peng's words were a bit fearful that the world would not be chaotic.

Zuo Tong's face turned dark again.

Xiang Yindong is helpless, a group of second-generation ancestors get together, and eating, drinking and drinking are always the theme.

What Guan Peng said was nothing more than trying to find an excuse to make him drink.

He snatched the wine glass from Guan Peng's hand, filled a glass of martini, and drank it all.

This bold move really attracted everyone's admiration, so he let him go and played with himself.

With Guan Peng's involvement, the atmosphere in the corner eased a lot.

Xiang Yindong's drinking capacity was average, and Wei Tianhan's weak constitution made him a bit high when he tried to be brave.

The music in the bar temporarily calmed down a bit, he leaned on the sofa in a daze, and glanced at Zuo Tong: "Is that all right? I really want to drink to death to relieve my anger?"

Zuo Tong was still smoking and didn't speak at all.

Xiang Yindong wiped his face, feeling unspeakably aggrieved, and he couldn't have a real showdown with him, otherwise the relationship between the two would definitely be over.

With Zuo Tong's stinky temper, if you know that your little secret has been exposed, it's no wonder you don't break up with him!

He took a deep breath, put on a face of brothers and sisters, and kicked the opponent's calf: "As for you? Are you so angry? I'm not... a lot of things, too busy..."

He hiccupped while speaking, and his tongue had already started to tie up.

Zuo Tong squinted at him, and then said lightly: "Tell me, where did you die?"

Xiang Yindong chuckled, Zuo Tong is Zuo Tong after all, in the end the only concern is his safety.

He sighed, lit a cigarette with Zuo Tong's hand, and said slowly, "This matter is very complicated, and I don't know how to say it..."

The flickering lights on the dance floor flickered in his eyes.

"I did get kidnapped... Trapped in one place, then somehow rediscovered and woke up in a hospital..."

He considered his vocabulary and told the story intermittently. Although it sounded similar to Xiang Huaien's version, it was all true.

Zuo Tong is so smart, he knows that he has omitted many details, but the other party doesn't want to talk about it, and he won't ask.

These people have long been used to being involuntary.

"The specific situation, I will tell you slowly when I have a chance..."

Zuo Tong shrugged, noncommittal.

The anger has subsided a lot, but his face is still cold.

He stood up, took two steps outside the booth, and heard Liu Yantao shout: "Boss Zuo, don't leave, my god-sister just arrived!"

Zuo Tong had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and his white shirt was turned out of his trousers, looking a bit ruffian.

He glanced at the other party lightly, didn't respond at all, turned and left.

Xiang Yindong looked at Liu Yantao in a daze, and said with a sneer, "What kind of sister are you, you still want to go to the toilet with him?"

Guan Peng got excited when he heard it, and leaned forward with a gossipy face, stretched out his hand to compare a curve with bumps, and said lewdly: "The beauty of the art school, I want to meet Boss Zuo, she has fair skin and long legs, you are my favorite! Wait a minute, if Boss Zuo doesn't like it, why don't you give it a try?"

Xiang Yindong stretched out his hand and slapped him on the back of the head: "Damn it, why should he not like it, but I have to like it?"

Guan Peng chuckled: "Boss Zuo is much harder to serve than you. Don't you know how to be sympathetic and sympathetic? If you follow you, at least you can enjoy a few months of happiness!"

"What? Have you taken a fancy to someone?"

Xiang Yindong snorted, "I've never seen you caring about other people's happiness when you were a pimp before!"

"Hey, what are you talking about!" Guan Peng pretended to be displeased, and soon changed his expression, and said with a playful smile, "She is Yan Tao's god-sister, you can't be too disadvantaged, right?"

The two were chatting and joking when Liu Yantao came over with a tall girl.

That caring attitude is like a dog's leg.

The girl was in her twenties, with straight black hair and long hair, she looked very pure, with long legs, thin waist, and fair skin, she was indeed a rare beauty.

Liu Yantao introduced that this girl is the daughter of his mother's best friend, her name is Liu Yueshi, and she is studying at the Art Academy. He heard that he knew Zuo Tong, so she wanted to meet her.

The girl was a little shy, she nodded to the people in the booth, and stood beside the wine table.

Xiang Yindong lay on the back of the sofa and looked at her, then whistled unconsciously.

Guan Peng was right, this girl was indeed his favorite, she was somewhat similar to his last girlfriend.

Liu Yueshi glanced at him, bit her lip nervously.

It's a pity that Xiang Yindong's face is not a celebrity, and the drunken appearance at this time is not offensive, but rather suave.

It's a pity that before he finished discharging the electricity, a cold look came over him.

His scalp went numb, and he shivered unconsciously.