smell you

In the dead of night, the starry sky is lonely, the whole city has fallen into sleep, but for those who are worried, it is another sleepless night.

The farce of Tianhao International did not draw down the curtain, but opened the prelude to the power struggle.

In the luxury suite on the fifteenth floor of the hotel, Li Zhexi had been on the phone for nearly three hours. From the moment he left the rose gold private room, the phone never stopped.

"An emergency board meeting will be held tomorrow. Several major shareholders will sit down and discuss it first. If we can't reach an agreement, we will discuss how to resolve it later. Anyway, what I mean is that no matter right or wrong, the hotel must be stable. Once this matter If it leaks out, it will have an extremely bad impact on our hotel's reputation...

"I know about the WeChat incident two months ago... I personally don't feel like someone is specifically targeting... Chef Chen, I know him best. Although it can't be perfect, at least he manages the kitchen department of the hotel. Not bad, this is obvious to all, you can't just veto his hard work in the past half a year because of a few words from outsiders, are you right..."

Li Zhexi answered the phone, and he called the major shareholders who had a good relationship with him one by one.

He was tired, exhausted.

There are only two ways in front of you, either retreat or advance.

This retreat is not one step or two, but a complete withdrawal. Even if he wants to withdraw, it is absolutely impossible for the people below to make him withdraw from this step.

To advance, not two steps further, and absolute control.

In his opinion, the hotel is just one of the tools to make money, why should he try his best to control it? !

If you spend energy and time fighting for power, you will lose a lot of fun in life.

He has always thought this way, he likes to make troubles, as long as he doesn't lose money.

But today, someone knew that he was going to entertain a very important guest, but they slapped him in the face every minute.

In his whole life, he had never been humiliated like this, and he was so humiliated in front of someone he valued.

A Xiao yawned and then poked his head over and asked, "Boss, do you want to take a shower or not? It's late now, so hurry up and make a decision."

Li Zhexi let him in.

"Afterwards, . . . they must have been very angry, hadn't they?"

A Xiao clasped his hands together, and took out a delivery receipt from his muffler.

"If you don't mention it, I almost forgot. There are six bowls of pepper beef noodles, one hundred and twenty. I paid for it, and the money will be reimbursed."

"..." Li Zhexi's face turned blue and red, he was so pretty, after a long time he said again: "After I left, what did Xiao Song say?"

A Xiao sighed: "Honestly speaking, I have never seen a more indifferent person than him. With my 20 years of focus on funny skills, I can't make him laugh, a failure!"

Li Zhexi fell into deep thought.

Xiao Song...

In that deserted village, the young man sitting on the bamboo chair had a gloomy look on his brows, and coldness, loneliness, melancholy, and loneliness in his eyes...

At that time, his defenseless heart seemed to be defeated by some kind of sadness.

The young man's upright body seemed to be some kind of camouflage, his cold demeanor was a heavy protection, and his eyes were full of vigilance and repulsion.

After contacting the Song family tonight, he was really surprised.

Father Song is undoubtedly a diligent and enthusiastic person, although he likes to be greedy for petty gains.

Song's mother was more straightforward, she said what she had to say, she kept smiling, and she could see that the smile came from the heart.

Needless to say, Song Zeyong followed his mother's lead, and was extremely carefree and straightforward. I heard that the employees in the hors d'oeuvres shop liked him very much.

Such a family, but Song Zeyou is extremely different.

Like a wounded bird, lonely and hesitant, full of wariness to the whole world, rejecting the kindness and warmth of others.

Seeing Li Zhexi's solemn expression, Ah Xiao hurriedly said, "Song Zeyou's ice cube needs to be melted with your blazing love—"

Li Zhexi frowned: "What mess?"

A Xiao looked confused: "Don't you like him? Do everything possible to get him?"

Li Zhexi was dumbfounded, unable to recover for a while.

"What nonsense are you talking about?!" He couldn't speak, and there was danger in his voice.

A Xiao laughed: "Mr. Li, I never talk nonsense. You know, which time did I give you wrong advice?!... If Xiao Song really doesn't know any cooking skills, what will you do next? "

Only the floor lamp was turned on in the room, and the light was concentrated and projected on the light-colored carpet, and the only sound of wind blowing outside the window was heard.

Li Zhexi leaned against the window, her fat face hidden in the darkness.

A Xiao continued: "Will you immediately pretend that you don't know him? What the hell is Song Zeyou? He is so difficult to serve. I have played with him for so long. I have said everything I need to say and done everything I need to do. , and will be strangers from now on."

Li Zhexi's chest heaved violently, as if trying to restrain his emotions.

Xiao Song...

There was a faint smile on the lips of the young man, which was very faint and refreshing.

The young man thought the smile was blocked by the instant noodle bowl, but he, who was lying on the door, saw it.

That person can laugh, and there will be a smile from the heart, which is touching.

He thought he was tempted by that eggplant aroma... so he became crazy, obsessed...

Wasn't it?

It's this touching demeanor, this cold demeanor, that untouchable soul...

Li Zhexi's voice was hoarse: "He... will not be a stranger!"

A Xiao slapped his thigh hard, and said passionately: "That's right, that's right, it doesn't matter whether he can cook or not, it's just him."

A Xiao went to the next room and closed the door heavily.

Li Zhexi turned off the light, looked at the deep night outside the window, and slowly sorted out the chaotic and seemingly clueless...emotions.

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Song Zeyou took the night bus back to the industrial area that night. He went to work at 07:30 in the morning and stayed at home, so he must be late.

The Song family who were cured by beef noodles, when talking about Li Zhexi, because they knew the inside story, they were very considerate of him.

Li Dong is an insider and a generous person, but unfortunately he was a little bit unlucky, anyway he didn't want to.

"Ayou has such a weird temper, even if Director Li refuses to accept his good intentions, there is no need to show embarrassment to others."

"No, I don't know who he looks like. I haven't seen him happy since I was a child?!" Mother Song sighed, "He keeps everything on his mind. We are busy from morning till night, throughout the year, and we don't care about it at all. he."

The couple went back to their room and muttered again.

"Dong Li is really rich. The root hairs on his calves are thicker than your waist. As long as you are willing to open the mouth and have a thicker skin, you may be able to get a house." Song's father lay on the bed feeling unwilling.

Song's mother glared at him: "Being taken advantage of by others... If people are too greedy, they will be looked down upon."

Father Song sighed: "Girls just don't understand, do you know how much Director Li spent tonight for the first half of the meal? At least this amount."

He stretched out a hand.

"5000?"

Pa Song said with a heartache, "It's fifty thousand."

He took home the three bottles of Moutai, and the unfinished two bottles.

Song's mother was dumbfounded: "If this is converted into money and given to us..."

"It's not that you don't know the child's character. It's harder than going to heaven to get him to talk about it."

……

Early Sunday morning, the autumn rain chilled mercilessly across the ground.

Song Zeyou left the dormitory early in the morning, took a big bag of dirty clothes and brought them home T0T~

There is no place to dry clothes in the dormitory. The balcony on the roof can be dried, but there is no monitoring there.

He hasn't come to work for a month, and he has already lost two pieces of clothes.

The Song family couple just received the notice that they will be able to open for business tomorrow, and they are preparing ingredients.

"It used to be closed for three or four days, which is reasonable. This time it has been half a month. Everyone is drinking the northwest wind. This is killing people. Those roadside stalls have returned to their hometowns for the New Year."

Song Zeyou said: "What year is it now? It's too early... I won't go home for lunch."

Song's mother held him back: "Tell me honestly, have you talked about a girlfriend recently? You see that your brother's life has been settled. Did you contact the person your aunt introduced to you last time?"

As soon as Song Zeyou thought of that 180 girl, he said, "Mom, the next time I introduce a blind date, I'll just tell them my real situation. I don't have a car, a house, or savings, so I don't have to contact you and have nothing to say."

Song's mother finally realized that the birth of two sons was due to debts in her previous life.

Song Zeyou checked the time and hurried out of Chuntian Lane.

Lawyer Yang Chengjun at Xiangkou was already waiting there.

Dark gray long suit windbreaker, wearing a white shirt and tie inside, simple, intellectual and very fashionable.

Yang Chengjun waved at him, signaling him to get in the car.

Song Zeyou said: "This is a new car, you just bought it?"

Yang Chengjun said: "Yeah, the previous one didn't feel very good to drive, and it's already sold."

Song Zeyou got into the car and sighed in his heart: Rich people buy and sell cars, just like playing.