After cohabiting with the old enemy contract

Jiangcheng entered winter, and with several rounds of cold waves, the bare street trees on the side of the road became more and more bleak.

In the evening, Cheng Zhan parked his car at the entrance of the villa and just opened the door.

"Meow--"

The bulging Shabre threw himself on Cheng Zhan like a bombshell.

"Meow meow" called a few times.

Two round blue eyes glared at Cheng Zhan innocently, the meaning was too obvious.

"Ah, Ben Meow is starving to death!"

"You'll be starved to death."

Cheng Zhan slanders Master Meow every day, but he honestly pours a bowl full of cat food from the kitchen.

Shabre groaned and babbled, eating deliciously.

After returning from Baiye Town, Luo Qisheng flew to America.

Before leaving, he sent a message to Cheng Zhan: [Senior, if you feel lonely, you can live back and wait for me to come back. 】

then……

Cheng Zhan was predicted by him.

Living alone in a villa is too deserted!

In the past few days, Cheng Zhan has been living in his own home. Every day after get off work, he will come to the villa first to serve Shabree, eat and drink.

This chubby cat doesn't have any "loneliness phobia", and it runs up and down every day, very happy.

Cheng Zhan rubbed the cat, said with a smirk, "Shabulie, shall we go home?"

"Meow—" Shabre squinted his eyes and yelled twice.

Cheng Zhan stretched out his hand to hug it, but he didn't want the cat's eyes and sharp claws, so he scratched Cheng Zhan's paw, then rushed to the top of the cat climbing frame, raised his paw towards Cheng Zhan, and pulled it to death.

This lazy cat is used to living in the palace, so he is not willing to leave.

Cheng Zhan: "..."

Cheng Zhan saw three red marks on the back of his hand: "Uh... the cat looks like its master! It has the same bad temper as someone."

Someone who was in a meeting at the head office in New York suddenly had an itchy nose and sneezed earth-shatteringly.

Other senior executives present: "??"

Shen Mingshuo sat beside him: "Have a cold?"

Someone from Luo: "No."

Shen Mingshuo understood: "Oh, that means someone misses you."

Someone from Luo: "..."

Luo Qisheng looked at the computer pretending not to care, and there was a neat row of emails in the mailbox on the page, all of which were work emails sent to him by Cheng Zhan.

Day, night, and midnight.

Each letter is divided into categories, and it is clearly indicated in the subject column, some are urgent, and some can be delayed.

There were two other letters that Luo Qisheng needed temporarily for a meeting, and Cheng Zhan rushed out overnight to give them to him.

The email time is 04:30 in the morning.

Luo Qisheng asked his assistant the next day, only to find out that this person stayed at the company overnight.

"Hey, I'm in a trance." Shen Mingshuo poked Luo Qisheng's elbow and whispered.

Luo Qisheng regained consciousness, cut off the email page, opened the WeChat dialog box, and brazenly sent a message.

Luo: [Senior misses me? 】

Senior: [what?Nani?What are you talking about? 】

"Qisheng." Shen Mingshuo said in a low voice, "I can see that it's not that someone misses you, but you are thinking about others."

Luo Qisheng: "?"

Shen Mingshuo rolled his eyelids: "Your face is almost full of peach blossoms."

Luo Qisheng: "You read it wrong."

Shen Mingshuo: "Is it Ah Zhan? I can't make a mistake."

Luo Qisheng: "I can introduce you to an ophthalmologist."

Shen Mingshuo: "..."

-

In the morning, Cheng Zhan stepped into the office building.

He came from the western suburbs and encountered a morning traffic jam, and spent more than half an hour on the road.

Living in Luo Qisheng's house before, there is no such fear of "being late".

"Sorry, I'm late."

Cheng Zhan pushed open the door of the conference room, and there were already many people sitting inside.

Everyone looked at Cheng Zhan in unison.

Sitting in the first position on the right is a man in his forties, with a straight face and sharp edges and corners.

With a humble smile on Cong He's face, he was quite polite: "Mr. Cheng, we have just started."

Cheng Zhan smiled back, pulled out his chair and sat down.

Cong He presided over the meeting: "Now that everyone is here, let's continue the meeting. This time the project is about Zixing Films. Although Zixing is a newly established company, you should know what's behind them It is our big client Xinshi Group. Therefore, I don’t want everyone to think that this is a small company and ignore it.”

Conghe's plans were displayed one by one on the projector, and the man spoke eloquently and well-founded.

"Mr. Cheng, what do you think of this plan?" Cong He finally looked at Cheng Zhan.

It has been 20 years since He entered Naijia, starting from a bottom-level salesman, and step by step to the current position.

When the former president was transferred, there were rumors in the domestic area that the next president would probably be Cong He.

Unexpectedly, Luo Qisheng was airborne.

When Luo Qisheng first came, someone privately complained about Cong He, questioning Luo Qisheng's young age, what qualifications did he have to take this seat.

Conghe is very popular in Naijia, and he is kind, probably because he also started from the bottom, and he does not have that kind of arrogance to his subordinates, and is approachable.

Cong He comforted everyone, and was the first to express his support for Luo Qisheng during the meeting.

After that, the voice of doubt gradually dissipated.

Cheng Zhan and Cong He didn't have much work contact, this time because of the financial crisis involving Xin Zixuan.

Xin Zixuan begged Cheng Zhan for help in every possible way, and Cheng Zhan took the initiative to intervene.

Cheng Zhan looked at Conghe, and said lightly: "The general manager has more experience in handling this kind of project than I do, so you can make up your mind."

Cong He: "Okay, I'll give you a copy of the plan later, and you sign it."

Cheng Zhan nodded.

Conghe's work efficiency was very fast, and he quickly sorted out a document. After lunch, his secretary knocked on the door of Cheng Zhan's office.

Cheng Zhan glanced at the file: "Leave it alone."

The secretary was taken aback: "Mr. Cheng, Mr. Cong asked me to take back the one you signed."

Cheng Zhan: "Let me take a look first."

The secretary didn't dare to say anything more and left the office.

In the evening, Jiangcheng began to snow, and the crescent-shaped artificial lake was covered with a thin layer of ice.

Cheng Zhan stood in front of the window. On the table behind him was Cong He's document, a blank signature page, without a pen being touched.

Cheng Zhan stood for a while, raised his wrist to look at his watch, walked to the coat rack, took off his coat, and walked out quickly.

The wind and snow were getting bigger and bigger, and the whiteness fell to the ground.

Cheng Zhan stopped at the red light at the intersection when his cell phone rang suddenly.

Cheng Zhan put on the Bluetooth headset, paused for a moment, and picked up the phone.

"It's me." A deep voice came from the opposite side.

When Cheng Zhan heard Luo Qisheng's voice, he had the illusion of being in another world.

They haven't seen each other for more than a week, and they haven't even spoken on the phone much because of the jet lag.

In addition to sending a few emails, in the afternoon, Cheng Zhan sent him the plan drawn up by Cong He.

Luo Qisheng said: "I read that document, as you said, there are indeed loopholes."

Cheng Zhan looked at the red light at the intersection, and the flakes of snow were especially distinct under the light.

"I haven't done this kind of case, I just feel that something is wrong."

"Have you mentioned it to him?" Luo Qisheng asked on the phone.

"No. I don't think he can't see this loophole. I don't know why he gave it to me." Cheng Zhan said cautiously: "I will improve the new plan in the future. After all, it is Xin Zixuan's business. I have to take care of it." .”

The red light in front of him jumped, and the next second, it turned into a green light. Cheng Zhan released the foot brake: "I will talk about the rest when you come back, hang up."

Luo Qisheng: "Wait, I have something to tell you."

Cheng Zhan: "Huh?"

Suddenly, there was a violent white light on the left, followed by a loud scratching sound from the sudden death of the wheels.

A sports car ran through a red light and slammed into the intersection like a bolt of lightning.

"boom!"

"Senior?!"

Luo Qisheng heard a huge impact on the phone, his heart trembled, and he roared loudly.

"Beep beep-"

The phone is disconnected.

New York JFK Airport.

Luo Qisheng called several times in a row, but no one answered.

The scene of Cheng Zhan's car accident that year flashed wildly in Luo Qisheng's memory.

Cheng Zhan lay in the widening pool of blood, like a smashed puppet, as quiet as if lifeless.

Luo Qisheng's hand holding the phone trembled unconsciously.

"Buzz-"

The phone rang suddenly, Luo Qisheng stopped breathing, and tentatively called: "Senior?"

He was afraid that the person opposite was not Cheng Zhan.

Cheng Zhan's voice was also a little shocked: "I'm fine."

Luo Qisheng didn't speak for a long time.

"Luo Qisheng?" Cheng Zhan called him again on the phone, "I'm really fine, I stepped on the brakes."

At the moment of the incident, fortunately, Cheng Zhan's foot brake was slow to release. Before the sports car rushed over, the steering wheel was turned to the left suddenly, and the brakes were slammed.

The sports car brushed past his door and hit a side pillar under the elevated bridge, the whole front of the car was sunken in.

"I'm worried about you." Luo Qisheng finally stabilized his emotions.

"Worried about me being like that back then?" Cheng Zhan's tone was much more relaxed than his.

However, after Cheng Zhan finished speaking, both of them fell silent, but neither of them hung up the phone.

Luo Qisheng gripped the phone tightly.

Yes, I am afraid that you are like before, but I am one step late every time.

Cheng Zhan spoke first, diverting the heavy topic: "By the way, what did you want to say just now?"

"I……"

Luo Qisheng's voice was very low, he had been brewing these words for a long time in a week.

When he was in Baiye, he could trust Cheng Zhan very much, but Zhou Changyuan was always a knot in his heart.

"I don't like Zhou Changyuan." Luo Qisheng finally confessed.

Cheng Zhan: "What?"

Luo Qisheng: "I don't like him, I don't like the years when I was not around, he can be by your side."

Cheng Zhan smiled silently.

This junior is sometimes stupidly straightforward and stupidly simple.

In the sky outside the airport, the clouds were stained with orange-red light.

Standing under the newborn sunlight, Luo Qisheng's figure was outlined, like a perfect statue of a god, tall and straight, proud.

"Senior, I want to be the same as before. I am the only one by your side."

When studying, Luo Qisheng followed Cheng Zhan like a shadow.

In the eyes of others, Cheng Zhan is the king of all eyes in the school, loved by teachers and admired by classmates.

On the contrary, Luo Qisheng is the big demon king who came out of the darkness and wanted to beat the king wholeheartedly.

Aloof, arrogant, extreme.

In his eyes, his classmates seemed to not exist.

No matter how you look at these two people, they are a pair of enemies who hate each other.

But no one knew that Cheng Zhan was the most relaxed when he was talking to Luo Qisheng.

I will complain to him about Teacher Wang's teaching methods.

The scumbag who complained about him sitting next to him asked him to copy his homework every day.

He would also say, which female classmate confessed to him today.

Luo Qisheng listened carefully, and held back a word for a long time: "Senior, others don't know you like this."

Cheng Zhan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Of course."

"I am very happy."

Luo Qisheng said he was happy, but there was no sign of "very happy" on his expression.He just pursed his lips, probably he was "very happy" like this.

Cheng Zhan hooked his shoulder: "You are not allowed to tell others."

……

Jiangcheng.

On the side of the road where the accident just happened, two ambulances were parked.

Cheng Zhan was sitting in a car. When the car stopped suddenly, the skin on the back of his hand was scratched. A female doctor was applying medicine to him.

"Only you?" Cheng Zhan held the phone, "Mr. Luo, you are still really domineering president."

The female doctor looked up at the man.

Cheng Zhan smiled at her, and the female doctor said "I understand".

Cheng Zhan looked at the tape in his hand, and said softly, "I'll pick you up when we arrive."

-

Jiangcheng International Airport.

Cheng Zhan was waiting at the pick-up port, leaning on the railing to count the air outlets bored.

The design on the top of the airport is a large prototype hollowed-out air vent, which at first glance will cause dense phobia.

The flight from New York was delayed by the weather for more than three hours and landed just 10 minutes ago.

"230 three..."

Cheng Zhan counted halfway, and his eyes blurred, and he was dragged into a cool embrace.

Luo Qisheng's coat was covered with snowflakes, and after it melted, it was a bit cold.

He couldn't wait to hug Cheng Zhan.

"Ah Zhan... I'm back."

There was a sharp chill in front of Cheng Zhan, but his heart was instantly hot.