smell you

Li Zhexi was driving, and Song Zeyou sat in the back seat by the left door.

Along the way, Li Zhexi frequently looked in the rearview mirror.

"...Xiao Song, you can't be a lover, but you can be a friend..."

Song Zeyou was about to roll his eyes. For the sake of this, this person still has to pester him.

"We were strangers, so let's keep it the same."

"I know I was too impatient—"

Please, is this an urgent question? !

Song Zeyou held his temper and said sternly: "Mr. Li, I don't want to worry about the past and make more entanglements. From now on, even if we meet by chance, we will treat each other as strangers."

Li Zhexi was restless, so the car drove very slowly. Hearing this, he simply parked the car on the side of the road.

He turned back eagerly, "Xiao Song,...do you not believe my sincerity?"

Song Zeyou said coldly: "Whether it's true or not, it has nothing to do with me."

Li Zhexi's face was extremely ugly: "..."

The journey back seemed even longer and tortuous.

Song Zeyou looked at Li Zhexi's back from time to time, feeling that the back was surrounded by loneliness.

Li Zhexi, who has never been in a relationship...will soon forget him. For rich people, there are many novel and interesting things in the world. In the near future, they will meet more handsome men and beautiful women, and there will be a long relationship A period of true love stories are constantly being staged.

Almost at the intersection of Chuntian Lane, Song Zeyou hurriedly said, "Just stop here, bring my original clothes and slippers, and return this clothes to you."

"Don't take it off yet,...you can take it off after I get it, be careful it's freezing."

Li Zhexi took out Song Zeyou's coat and slippers from the trunk, opened the car door, and handed them in.

But he stood at the rear door, neither getting in the car, leaving, or closing the door.

He bent down and silently watched Song Zeyou eagerly and quickly changing clothes, feeling a sense of powerlessness welling up from the bottom of his heart.

"Xiao Song..."

Song Zeyou put on his slippers and opened the door on the other side to get out of the car, slammed the door hard, turned and left.

Li Zhexi shouted: "Xiao Song—"

The reluctance and pain in that voice made Song Zeyou turn around subconsciously, and his eyes couldn't help but meet Li Zhexi's.

Li Zhexi hurriedly said: "Wait a minute, wait a moment!"

He took out the packaged crab sauce and leftover muffins from the trunk and walked quickly to Song Zeyou: "This is from Wei Bo. You must accept it from his old man's heart."

Song Zeyou stared at the crab sauce with a hesitant expression.

Li Zhexi really wanted to get into Song Zeyou's heart, and said, "Don't you like this crab sauce very much? Whatever you like, don't go against your will."

Song Zeyou blushed, turned from embarrassment into anger, sullenly, and finally took the crab sauce.

Holding the bottle tightly, he bowed his head, shrugged his shoulders and walked quickly towards the house. He didn't straighten his back like he used to. He seemed to be hiding from some scourge, and he seemed ashamed.

When Song Zeyou reached the intersection, he suddenly heard Li Zhexi calling him again.

"Xiao Song—"

Song Zeyou stood still and turned his head angrily. Li Zhexi smiled at him and waved goodbye.

Neuropathy! ! !

When Song Zeyou was going to the forest area, he called his family and said he was going to spend the night at a classmate's house, so he didn't return all night, and his family was not worried.

When he came home, Mother Song was cooking lunch.

"You just wear slippers to your friend's house? Ever since you didn't go to work, you've been sloppy, and you've become less and less decent. Go upstairs and write, and I'll wait for you to write. After reading books for so many years, Always use it."

Song Zeyou put the crab sauce in the refrigerator, closed the door of the refrigerator, and walked upstairs with heavy steps as if he had collapsed.

……

Xu Dongmin hadn't contacted Song Zeyou for a while. The company he found had an early holiday for the Chinese New Year, so he came to Song Zeyou as soon as the holiday was over.

"How are you doing recently? Are you enjoying your recuperation at home?"

Song Zeyou looked gloomy, since he rejected Li Zhexi, his heart has been heavy for some reason.

He told himself not to feel guilty, he did nothing wrong!

"It's cool, now it's like I'm getting married. Cleaning the house, buying furniture and curtains, writing letters, ordering flowers and cars... It's too tiring."

Xu Dongmin smiled and said, "Practice it, and you will be familiar with it in the future."

"Come on, it's just my hanging wire—"

"By the way, did the boss you mentioned earlier still pester you later?"

Song Zeyou's face flushed suddenly, and he said, "No, no. We are not people from the same world, so what do we have to do with each other?"

Xu Dongmin said in surprise: "When did you break the boundary and go to another world?!"

"Don't make trouble."

"What does it mean not to be in the same world? That person is still from the demon world."

Song Zeyou frowned and said, "Don't mess with me, you must introduce me to any job."

"It's never a problem to work for others, so why not work for the rest of your life? Why don't we start a business together?!"

Song Zeyou said uncertainly: "Entrepreneurship? Funding? Experience? What do you do?"

Xu Dongmin said mysteriously: "Didn't you save the boss? It's time for him to repay."

"..." Song Zeyou spat out a mouthful of beer.

To start a business, to be a boss, to put it bluntly, is he the material?

Those who strategize with a smile are people like Li Zhexi, who have a wide network of contacts, a lot of insight, ruthless means, and excellent psychological quality.

The zero o'clock has struck, and the new year has finally arrived.

Amidst the almost bombarding sound of blessings, Song Zeyou was still living a cold life.

That person didn't harass him anymore, thinking that the person would take the opportunity to send blessings during the Chinese New Year, but it didn't.

On the eighth day of the first lunar month, Song Zeyong got married, and more than a dozen banquet tables were set up in Tianhao International. Relatives and friends of both parties gathered together, and it was very lively.

All the people were beaming with smiles, praising the couple as a perfect couple.

As the best man, Song Zeyou had been toasting with him all the time. With his drinking capacity, it was hopeless to help Song Zeyong hold back the wine.

There was a banquet specially for hotel leaders. After all, the couple both work in Tianhao International.

Song Zeyou straightened his suit subconsciously, but he didn't recognize anyone at the table.

Song Zeyong said in a low voice: "It's a pity that Director Li didn't come. You see, he sent the three-layer cake. He helped us so much, and we all accepted it calmly. I always feel uncomfortable in my heart. Our family seems to be repaying favors." of."

Song Zeyou replied: "He has to do it himself, no one is forcing him, so just don't ask him for anything in the future."

As soon as several people made a toast, several senior executives of the hotel knew Song Zeyou.

"This is not Li Dong's savior, this wine must be drunk."

Song Zeyou: "..."

Tang Tang smiled and said: "The whole hotel knows."

The new general manager is the former catering manager, Manager Wang.

Everyone knows that Mr. Wang and Mr. Chen belong to Mr. Li, and now Tianhao International has the right to speak about the real management right in Li Zhexi's hands.

General Manager Wang said: "That's right, you are taking advantage of your brother, otherwise, you will go bankrupt by setting up banquets at Tianhao International."

Song Zeyong nodded and said yes, jokingly, the minimum price for a table at Tianhao Banquet is 10,000, and the price for thirteen tables is [-]+ without drinks.

Song Zeyou turned his head in embarrassment.