After cohabiting with the old enemy contract

"Hey, it's alright, someone is watching." Cheng Zhan patted Luo Qisheng's arm.

"Let them watch." Luo Qisheng still put his arms around him.

Cheng Zhan: "..."

There were few people at the airport at night, and the flight was delayed. Two or three scattered people passed by, and they didn't pay much attention to them.

Cheng Zhan asked with a smile, "Have you lost your anger?"

Luo Qisheng let go of Cheng Zhan: "I'm not angry."

Luo Qisheng pushed the luggage cart, and the two walked to the parking lot.

Cheng Zhan lowered his eyes: "I have nothing to do with Zhou Changyuan. I have rejected him since we met."

Luo Qisheng held the crossbar of the luggage cart tightly with both hands.

He looked sideways at Cheng Zhan, and the light quietly shone on his face. The man lowered his head slightly, and the cold white light pulled out a clear and soft line from his cheeks, chin, and side neck, which was very beautiful.

For a moment, Luo Qisheng wanted to bite that layer of skin, the light blue blood stimulated his desire.

Luo Qisheng looked away imperceptibly: "I almost wanted to beat him that day."

Cheng Zhan chuckled: "You have subconscious hatred for Zhou Changyuan."

Luo Qisheng did not deny it.

in the parking lot.

Luo Qisheng put his luggage in the trunk, but Cheng Zhan blocked him between the rear of the car and the wall.

Luo Qisheng looked at him and said understandingly: "You have something to tell me?"

"Luo Qisheng." Cheng Zhan let himself face the sight of the person in front of him, and after a long time of mental construction, he said slowly: "After we finished the first time, you said that was my first time. You... didn't Wrong guess."

Luo Qisheng's eyelids twitched.

Cheng Zhan paused: "In these years, I never thought of having such a relationship with anyone else. Except you..."

Luo Qisheng was silent.

Cheng Zhan didn't seem to want him to respond either: "If you want to ask why it's you. Maybe I'm used to being disturbed by you. Like before, I can see you everywhere."

"...Is that like liking?" Luo Qisheng asked from the bottom of his heart.

"Besides, I still have a contract with you." Cheng Zhan raised his lips, showing a common smile.

Luo Qisheng was stunned for a while, without rebuttal, he just stretched out his finger and quietly wiped the corner of Cheng Zhan's mouth: "You don't have to smile like this in front of me."

"..." Cheng Zhan's smile froze, and after a while, the fake smile faded away, "So you don't have to worry that I will sleep with someone else, let alone like you."

Luo Qisheng: "I am different from others."

Cheng Zhan: "Yes."

-

Back at the villa, Luo Qisheng went to take a shower first, and it was almost done, only to realize that he forgot to take a change of clothes.

Luo Qisheng stared at the bathrobe hanging on the hanger, between the two options of calling Cheng Zhan and wearing Cheng Zhan's bathrobe, pondered for half a minute, and naturally put on the bathrobe.

When he went downstairs, Cheng Zhan was bringing out a plate of dumplings from the kitchen. The surface of the skin was shining with water, and he also cooked a bowl of yellow stewed eggs, which were not as tender as water, nor overcooked with air holes.

Seeing Luo Qisheng wearing his own bathrobe, Cheng Zhan was happy: "You can ask me to bring it to you."

His bathrobe was on Luo Qisheng's body. This man's shoulders were wider than his, and his arms were longer, making him look a little smaller.

Luo Qisheng sat down at the table, picked up the chopsticks: "Did Ah Zhan miss my body?"

Cheng Zhan said with a broken face, "I shouldn't talk too much..."

Luo Qisheng pulled Cheng Zhan to sit next to him, Cheng Zhan shook off him: "I'm going to feed the cat."

"Meow--"

Shabulie didn't look at him, crawled to Luo Qisheng's feet, screamed flatteringly, and rubbed against his calf.

Luo Qisheng picked up the cat on his lap, the meow became excited, he turned over with a grunt, and turned his soft belly to Luo Qisheng.

Calling like a dog's leg: "Local tyrant, come, come and pet//Xingben meow. Meow..."

Cheng Zhan wanted to strangle this cat very much.

While scratching the cat, Luo Qisheng ate the dumplings, which were just ordinary quick-frozen dumplings, but he was very satisfied.

Cheng Zhan stared at Sha Bulie.

Shabre was scratched comfortably, his round eyes were narrowed into a line, and his expression was showing off naked//naked//naked.

Cheng Zhan despised it: "...There will be no dried fish tomorrow!"

Shabulie grabbed Luo Qisheng's fingers with two paws, and gnawed twice: "Meow meow."

Luo Qisheng: "There will be ham sausage tomorrow."

Shabre: "Meow..."

Cheng Zhan: "..."

Cheng Zhan stretched out the "Devil's Claw", ignored Shabre's stubborn resistance, grabbed it from Luo Qisheng's leg, and rubbed the fur on its back violently.

Soft and warm.

Relief.

Cheng Zhan stroked Shabulie and said seriously, "I'll see Xin Zixuan tomorrow morning."

"You want to skip Conghe?" Luo Qisheng looked up at him.

Cheng Zhan nodded: "Xin Zixuan is my friend, I can't ignore his affairs."

Luo Qisheng pondered for a while: "I carefully reviewed Conghe's plan on the plane, and it is indeed the plan that minimizes Zixing's losses."

"Yes." Cheng Zhan has studied the plan, and from the point of view of interest, there is nothing wrong with the plan.

Cheng Zhan looked puzzled, "What do you think is the reason?"

"According to this implementation, there is a high probability that Zixing can recover the loss this time, but Xin Zixuan is likely to be replaced by a new employer."

Luo Qisheng looked at Cheng Zhan, he hadn't seen this kind of doubt on Cheng Zhan's face for many years, like they did when they were doing the questions.

Cheng Zhan would occasionally poke Luo Qisheng with the end of his pen: "Primary school boy, can you solve this problem?"

Cheng Zhan listened carefully, Luo Qisheng continued: "Conghe has been in Naijia for many years, and he should not have made such a problem. If he thinks so, it should be Party A's opinion."

"Impossible. How could Xin Zixuan kick himself out..."

Cheng Zhan suddenly responded, "Conghe's party A is Xin Zixuan's father."

Luo Qisheng said slowly: "I don't know Xin Zixuan. I heard you mentioned that his father didn't want him to be in the entertainment industry."

"No wonder he insisted on me getting involved. Presumably he guessed that his father would take him home this time."

"Primary brother, you are too strong."

Cheng Zhan heaved a sigh of relief, and couldn't help stretching out his hand, wanting to rub Luo Qisheng's hair.

Like in the past, after Luo Qisheng finished solving the problem, Cheng Zhan would praise "the little boy is too strong", rubbing the hair of this dull little boy, it was a little hard, which was very in line with this person's temperament, resolute and stubborn.

But this time, Cheng Zhan's hand was halfway out, and he stayed there in embarrassment.

Luo Qisheng is no longer the elementary school boy who let him rub round and flat.

Luo Qisheng suddenly grabbed his hand, touched Cheng Zhan's right earlobe with the other hand, and rubbed it twice: "Then do I have a reward? Senior."

Cheng Zhan: "..."

"Meow!"

Sha Bulie lay on Cheng Zhan's lap, saw Luo Qisheng touching Cheng Zhan, jumped up and patted Luo Qisheng's arm.

Luo Qisheng: "???"

Cheng Zhan leaned forward and backward with a smile: "Silly meow is jealous! Hahahaha!"

Luo Qisheng had no choice but to pick up Master Meow and go for a walk around the yard.

Cheng Zhan was leaning against the door, under the starry sky, the man was walking slowly, a ball bouncing back and forth beside him.

"Meow meow meow……"

The cat meowed happily.

Cheng Zhan spread his palms, the sparse lights in the courtyard reflected his palms, and the light-colored scars were almost invisible.

Cheng Zhan closed his eyes, but didn't notice that Luo Qisheng turned his head and glanced at him at this moment.

-

Zixing Films was established not long ago, and it is located in the cultural and creative park of Jiangcheng North Film.

Xin Zixuan was a big spender when he started his business. He rented two whole floors and was ready to do a lot of work.

God knew the first project was going to die.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Cheng Zhan came to the door of Zixing Films. The door was closed, and there was no one at the front desk.

Through the glass door, the office area inside is also empty.

Cheng Zhan rang the doorbell twice, but no one answered.I had no choice but to call Xin Zixuan.

After a while, a disheveled man came out from the innermost part.

"Brother Cheng." Xin Zixuan rubbed his face with his hands, bowed his head, and walked into the office.

At the end of the corridor is a small projection room, the lights are not turned on, the screen is on, and a frame is paused.

As soon as Cheng Zhan entered, he could smell the pungent smell of smoke in the room.

Xin Zixuan fell into a single sofa, picked up the unfinished cigarette from the top half of the ashtray, and took a puff.

Cheng Zhan opened the door to take a breath.

Xin Zixuan smoked, played the video again, and said lazily: "Brother, don't worry about this matter. I... I don't fucking play anymore, it's okay."

"What does your father want you to do?" Cheng Zhan stood at the door, the smell of smoke inside made his eyes hurt.

Xin Zixuan lay back and said dejectedly: "I want to sell the shares and go home to raise his grandson. I'm not a sperm bank. He wants to hold his grandson and give birth to him! It's none of my business!"

"That's your father." Cheng Zhan remained expressionless.

"Brother Cheng, how did you break up with the Cheng family so simply?" Xin Zixuan jumped up, "Give me two tricks, I really can't stay with this family."

Cheng Zhan's face became more serious: "If you can leave the Xin family, will you return to China this time?"

Xin Zixuan took a puff of cigarettes and choked his throat, coughing frantically: "Fuck, the old guy just saw that I couldn't leave this house."

Cheng Zhan poured him a glass of water from the water dispenser: "I came today to ask you, do you still want this company?"

"Can I still have it?"

"When I took over Sheng Zhe, the stall was much worse than yours."

Xin Zixuan stood up abruptly: "Brother Cheng, what should I do?"

Cheng Zhan: "I have an appointment with your dad at noon, you go together."

"What?" Xin Zixuan grabbed his messy hair and stroked his beard, "He will cut me off as soon as he sees me, wondering if I'm his own."

"Cut you because he still cares about you, otherwise he won't even look at you whether you are dead or alive."