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After lunch, the driver Lao Lin was waiting at the door, and Yu Zhongye planned to go out.Before he left, he asked Xing Ming to do one thing, sorting out and memorizing the files of all the outsourcing personnel of Pearl Tower.

Of course, the outsourcing personnel here have nothing to do with the Appearance Association, but specifically refer to the dispatched laborers and temporary workers in the station. They are the lowest but most motivated group of people in the entire Pearl Garden. Their income is closely related to their performance. The passion is burning like fire.

Xing Ming did hear that the personnel management system in Taiwan is being upgraded recently, but he doesn't understand what Yu Zhongye said.Not only do you not understand, but you are not happy.There is also a group of people in the workplace called "Actor" and "Queen". In short, they are rookies who have just entered the workplace. All their work focuses on the organization and photocopying of materials, which is boring and trivial.Xing Ming is certainly not a rookie, not to mention that he urgently needs time to form a new team.

Xing Ming's first reaction was that this looked like an ingenious punishment.

Yu Zhongye left, but he didn't tell Xing Ming whether he wanted to keep him or drive him out. Xing Ming himself was more inclined to believe the former—he had other plans.

He walked into the study without saying hello to Phoebe. The first impression was good, the decoration is simple, and the color scheme is cold, which seems to be in line with Yu Zhongye's usual aesthetic preferences.Walking a little further in, Xing Ming was attracted by the collection of books in the room. The rich collection of books in this place is simply staggering. It traverses Europe, Asia and Africa, and runs through 5000 years. It is not like a study, but like a library.Walking a little further in, I saw a screen separating the rows of bookshelves from Yu Zhongye's usual office, and there were pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the table.

Xing Ming remembered that Yu Zhongye's calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting were of extremely high standards, handsome, powerful, and astonishing.

Seriously, words are like people, and people are like paintings.

Xing Ming thought of the collection of poems written by Yu Zhongye himself. The beautiful and majestic lines on it often gave him the illusion that he and this man had already known each other.

Xing Ming stopped in front of Yu Zhongye's desk, carefully pondering where this "deja vu" feeling came from.

It took him about ten minutes to remember that Yu Zhongye's handwriting was somewhat similar to his father's.

Probably a common problem of this type of cultural people.Xing Hong also loved to study calligraphy when he was alive.Not only did he keep writing, but he often pressed his son's neck and forced Xing Ming to practice calligraphy.

Xing Hong lit a cigarette and watched with a smile on his son standing on a small stool practicing calligraphy. The desk was too high for him to reach.

Sometimes Logan would come in and call out distressedly, "You have to smoke out, children have tender lungs, don't choke!"

The words and sentences that Xing Hong chose for his son were very short, four words and four words, such as "the best kindness is like water" and "good morals carry things."

Xing Ming is actually impatient, but after practicing it, he will be at ease, and he can turn a deaf ear to everything around him.

He was six years old that year, thinking that the world was black and white just like the ink and paper written by the pen, good people live a long life, and bad people live forever.

Xing Ming wandered around in Yu Zhongye's study for a while, but didn't find what he was looking for, so he turned back to the bedroom.

Phoebe was tidying up in the bedroom. She had just taken away Xing Ming's clothes, and now she was changing the sheets again.After being tossed so unrestrainedly by two men all night, the black velvet sheets are full of lewdness, and it is impossible not to change them.

Yu Zhongye's bed is nice, wide, but Xing Ming doesn't like the floor-to-ceiling glass windows facing the big bed. It's square and bright, and it's fine during the day. Looking out, you can see pavilions, terraces, waterside pavilions, winding paths and promenades. But at night, this window is like a mirror, which can only see those ulterior motives.

For example, last night, the mirror reflected two men, like a mortise and a mortise, fitted together all night.Just like the first time, Xing Ming felt pleasure and humiliation at the same time, and the stronger the pleasure, the more obvious this aggrieved feeling was. In front of Yu Zhongye, he sometimes lost his senses and sometimes lost his mind, like a fish in the vast sea. As a floating creature, I feel my own smallness and humbleness all the time.

Phoebe was so busy, Xing Ming had a brief conversation with her in English, and suddenly asked on a whim, does Teacher Yu often bring people like me back?

After asking the question, he himself was taken aback. What is "this kind of person"? What kind of person is "this kind of person"?What kind of person should Xing Ming be?

He soon found to his disappointment that he couldn't even compare to "this kind of person", and his reaction in bed was actually terrible, neither sophisticated nor pure, neither coquettish nor docile.It is particularly unnatural when you deliberately invite pets, but once you don't deliberately invite pets, it will appear too cold and sly, anyway, it is not suitable or pleasing.

Unexpectedly, Phoebe's answer was completely unexpected. She said that she had worked in this house for five or six years, and he was the only one who was allowed to stay overnight.

After thinking about it, in the circles inside and outside the stage, there are many young students and Huadans who are eagerly looking forward to being blessed by Director Yu, but it seems that they have never heard of any one who has successfully climbed onto the dragon bed.A heart that has been blocked all the time feels better for some reason, Xing Ming tried to comfort himself, but it was just sleeping, sleeping with a woman, sleeping with a man, not to mention that this man is still talking, holding the power of life and death.

Phoebe was busy for a while, and left. Xing Ming saw a familiar figure through the glass window that he hated so much.

The strange thing is that he can block the knife for his subordinates, but he often can't call out their names, but he recognizes this person with just one glance, Tao Hongbin.

Anyone who knows Tao Hongbin knows that he has experienced ups and downs. A manure collector from the Municipal Environmental Sanitation Department was involved in a car accident while rescuing someone.The life of the family of five was not well-off, but now the main pillar has lost the labor force, and the huge medical expenses have made the family heavily in debt.In order for her three children not to drop out of school, Tao Hongbin dragged his stumped limbs and petitioned everywhere, trying to get a commendation for "doing what is right" for himself, but he was repeatedly looked down upon and refused to say anything, and was fined a large sum of money for exposing the problem of overbirth , Tao Hongbin had nowhere to turn for help, and when he was most desperate, he thought about committing suicide with his family by swallowing gas.

But he didn't die, because he was invited to "Pearl Connection".

Xing Ming was not the first media to ask Tao Hongbin to do a show. Tao Hongbin also thought about asking the media for help. There was a hostess who held his hand tightly and burst into tears. After leaving the stage, she washed it with disinfectant several times. .

Compared with the "Pearl Connection" in Zhuang Lei's era, who often used tears or hugs to wipe away the pain of the guests on the show, Xing Ming's frosty appearance was born with a sense of distance, and his language style was not very friendly, and he seemed completely unfamiliar How to empathize.But after the recording of the show ended, he used the platform of "Pearl Connection" to openly search for witnesses to the car accident, and took the trouble to send reporters to verify it time and time again.He even personally led a team of lawyers from the program team to visit those relevant departments who were prevaricating and arguing, and argued hard with national and local regulations, and finally won a certificate for Tao Hongbin to "be brave in righteousness".

With this thin piece of paper, Tao Hongbin not only received compensation and bonuses logically, but also received employment assistance. He worked as a greening administrator in this top-level villa area, and his monthly income was quite high.

When Tao Hongbin received the 30 yuan bonus from the government, his wife and three children knelt down and kowtowed to Xing Ming several times.

Later, Xing Ming paid out of his own pocket to treat migrant workers who were unable to return home in time for the New Year. Tao Hongbin was also one of the guests.At the dinner table, Tao Hongbin’s eight-year-old son recited aloud his essay that got full marks in the final exam in front of hundreds of migrant workers and many TV cameras. The first line was: My dream is to be a criminal when I grow up A host like Uncle...

Xing Ming smiled, he was a child after all, so ignorant and innocent, unable to distinguish dreams, ideals and reality, just like soul, body and wreckage.But the boy's voice was loud and loud, and after drinking for three rounds, his eyes gradually became hot, his cheeks were slightly hot, and his eyes were misty - he often reacted like this when he was drunk - a New Year's Eve dinner took a long time, and various voices came and went, Stares rise high in the night sky, twinkle, and die.

Tao Hongbin raised his face between the branches and recognized Xing Ming at a glance.Before the other party came to him, he put down the tools for pruning trees, wiped his hands repeatedly on his pants, and greeted Xing Ming.We met again after many days, even though we had met many times, he was still trembling with excitement, and stuttered as soon as he opened his mouth: "Do you... remember me? I had a drink with you, can you help me?" Killed my whole family."

"I remember you." Xing Ming looked at this dark face, showing a long-lost smile these days, "You look good, are your family okay?"

"It's all good." Tao Hongbin nodded hastily.

Xing Ming and Tao Hongbin sat side by side in front of the flower gallery, holding a grass stalk in his mouth, and he would answer whatever the other party asked.

"Why did "Pearl Connection" change the host?"

"Obey the arrangement of the superior, I will have a better program."

"Can it be better than "Pearl Connection"? "Pearl Connection" is the best program in China." Tao Hongbin didn't have much ink in his stomach, so he could only say "the best" a few times to show his affirmation.

Xing Ming turned to look at Tao Hongbin, and after a while, he nodded seriously and assured: "It must be better than "Pearl Connection."

After listening to Tao Hongbin talking all over the world, Xing Ming forgot what Yu Zhongye told him. To be honest, he treated everyone in the Pearl Tower equally, regardless of the leader or the temporary worker.Now his ambition is revived and he buried his head at his desk. He spent three days formulating a plan for the new program, overthrowing and starting over again.

Yu Zhongye didn't come back until the evening of the third day. When he stepped into the house, Xing Ming, who had been waiting in the hall, stood up to greet him.He has decided to devote himself wholeheartedly, and before the new program takes root, he must play the role of Director Yu's secret lover well.

The two kissed face to face very naturally, and then the kiss was lingering and ups and downs, getting thicker and deeper.

Xing Ming closed his eyes, snorted softly, and immediately melted into the kiss.During the day, he was still reflecting on himself in this big house, but this man's kiss was so good that people couldn't tell how much truth and fakeness were mixed between the tongue and teeth.

The four lips seemed to be connected but not connected, Yu Zhongye asked about the temporary worker files.

"I don't think that job...is very interesting." The kiss was courageous, and while bargaining, Xing Ming opened a pair of foggy eyes and looked at Yu Zhongye, and took the initiative to put his lips together again.

Yu Zhongye stopped talking, he took advantage of the situation and pushed Xing Ming down on the sofa, his tongue penetrated into his mouth again, gently and domineeringly sweeping the roof of his mouth, kneading and stroking his back and waist with one hand, The other hand began to tear at his shirt.

Phoebe, who was arranging the dishes, cast a glance at the two men in the grind, and one of them caught the gaze very sensitively.

"Teacher... let's eat first..." Xing Ming tried to stop him, he didn't like to make this kind of intimate behavior in front of strangers, but Yu Zhongye's answer was straightforward.

"Eat you first."

Xing Ming was quickly stripped naked, and the doorbell rang suddenly.

"Go open the door."

Xing Ming lowered his head to pick up the clothes on the ground, but the clothes had already been stepped on the soles of his shoes by Yu Zhongye, he said, just go like this.

Looking out of the window, he could vaguely discern that the person was Tao Hongbin, with a pair of girls and a boy—his three children.

Xing Ming stood stiffly on the spot, his blood was instantly cold due to lust, without any remaining warmth.

Tao Hongbin outside the door rang the doorbell again.

Xing Ming was naked and motionless. He was sure that Yu Zhongye did it on purpose.