C-site pheromone

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Wen Yaofeng woke up to find that he was sleeping in the dust.

To be precise, he slept in a puddle of dust, with catkin-like dirt on his fingers and hair.

He fumbled to sit up, his neck and back were sore obviously.

The man sat between the morning light and the dust, not recovering for a long time.

He seems to have been temporarily forgotten by the world, sitting in a silent old house.

The phone vibrated again.

[Su Qi]: What about you, come back quickly.

[Yao]: I just saw it.

[Su Qi]: I'm waiting for a fax at the company, and the three of them have already left for the airport, you come to give me a ride?

[Yao]: OK.

With a swipe of the WeChat window, he saw the message from Bai Chun in the early morning. After thinking about it, he didn't reply. He just sent a message to ask the driver to come over.

It's still early.

There were two fan meetings at noon and afternoon, and then I had dinner with the brand boss and his daughter, and after dinner, I flew to another provincial announcement in the evening.

When Wen Yaofeng arrived at the company, Su Qi's SUV had already parked at the entrance of the company building, and he waved his hand to signal him to change the car quickly.

After getting in the car, Su Qi turned sideways to smell it, and stretched out her hand to pat the ashes on Wen Yaofeng's shoulder.

"Where did you go last night, there was a strange smell, and I didn't change my clothes."

"You can drive at ease," Wen Yaofeng said helplessly, "My neck is stiff and hurts now, stop smoking."

Su Qi scolded with a smile: "You deserve it, I told you to wander around."

Wen Yaofeng's identity as the young master was revealed a few years ago, and even made headlines in the entertainment industry.

However, these days, there are a lot of celebrities, and there are a lot of nobles who came from famous foreign schools. The competition has long been fierce, and appearance alone may not win.

Wen Yaofeng sat in the back row and squinted his eyes to rest for a while, but still felt flustered, turned over and called her again: "Sister."

"Hold the pillow in the back, wipe off the lip balm." Su Qi was busy looking at the road, without turning her head, and said, "I'm still uncomfortable. There is an inflatable pillow next to the car door. Get it yourself."

"It's not about that." Wen Yaofeng stretched out his hand and stuffed a pillow for his waist and neck. The cushion was comfortable, and his posture was like a drunk man: "He told me about Bai Chun."

Su Qi glanced at him from the rearview mirror, then turned her eyes back to the front.

"Why did you mention this all of a sudden?"

"I dreamed about his sister yesterday."

Wen Yaofeng made a relaxed posture, but he was actually thinking about how to say it before getting into the car.

He needs to know more.

Su Qi glanced at him again, frowned and said, "What are you dreaming about his sister?"

"Bai Chun took me to the cemetery before, and I even gave her flowers." Wen Yaofeng put his tone into a homely state, and said casually: "Speaking of which, what disease does she have?"

"The name is very long, what is obstructive pulmonary disease?" Su Qi sighed lowly: "I heard that a lung transplant is needed to recover. At that time, not long after ECHO got up, a few assistants and I also helped Bai Chun go to many hospitals. .”

Bai Chun worked hard on the front and back of the stage, and she couldn't just let this kind of thing go, she could help a little.

"It's a pity that this kind of chronic disease drags on in the early stage, and it can kill people once it gets worse."

Wen Yaofeng's eyes changed, and he asked again: "Didn't you transplant it in the end?"

"He is a very lucky kid." Su Qi turned the steering wheel and changed lanes to the airport, and said slowly: "You also know that if we are in this line of work, it is not a big deal to buy a brand-name watch bag. If you really want to use it Influence reaching out to public resources is tantamount to directly touching the highest red line."

The word "star" must not be associated with privilege. The more the career rises, the more you have to behave with your tail between your legs.

Even if Su Qi led someone to find a way out in private, she was extremely careful, but it was a pity that nothing happened in the end.

"At first, we all gave up, and we could only let his sister hang her life with drugs in the ICU. Later, Bai Chun suddenly contacted a kind person, and finally settled the matter."

Wen Yaofeng's back felt cold, and all the sleepy people woke up.

"...a kind person?"

"Well," Su Qi recalled: "If you ask him where he came from, he won't say anything, maybe it's a friend he knew privately."

"Unfortunately, I heard that there was an obvious rejection reaction after the transplant... and I couldn't be saved in the end."

"How long is the difference between kneeling at the door and this incident?"

"what?"

"The door of kneeling broke out in August two years ago. What month did you mention this incident?"

"What do these two things have to do with each other?" Su Qi was puzzled, "His sister passed away on the third day of the Lunar New Year, half a year later."

Wen Yaofeng stood up suddenly: "Sister, let me get out of the car."

"Those two dinners were postponed for me. I have something to go back to Wen's house."

The green light ahead turned red, and the SUV got stuck in traffic and couldn't move.

"What are you crazy about?" Su Qi frowned and looked back at him: "Do you know that ECHO has finally gotten up now, and you think you can push all the big and small matters?"

Wen Yaofeng laughed.

"Sister, ECHO should have woken up earlier."

"If it wasn't for me, ECHO would be at the apex right now."

Su Qi realized something, and her face gradually turned pale.

"what are you saying?"

"These things that happened to Bai Chun may be the fault of the Wen family." When he spoke again, his voice was bitter and his throat was dry and sore: "Now that ECHO is up again, which one of you hasn't taken the things that happened back then?"

"Sister, I want to be the light around you, not the thorn in your back."

Until the end, Su Qi didn't dare to let him get off the car.

One is that he is afraid that he will roll up his sleeves impulsively and beat someone up on the news, and the other is that the Wen family will find out that something is wrong and directly hold him there.

Wen Yaofeng was so earnest that he almost wrote her an [-]-character letter of guarantee on the spot. He saw that he was about to go to the airport expressway, and opened the door at the last traffic light and ran away.

Leaving the agent pulling open the window and yelling.

"Brat—be careful——!"

The appointed driver stops at the intersection, and you can easily get in the car after running a dozen steps.

When Wen Yaofeng changed to the third car, he was already familiar with the road, and he still had the time to dust off the dust from his hair.

"Let's go to Jintai clubhouse."

He found a place alone and made an appointment to meet someone.

About four or ten minutes later, Secretary Zhang arrived late with a sallow complexion.

"Smell... Master Wen."

"sit."

"Don't tell me, if you have something to say directly, Mr. Wen is still waiting-"

"sit."

Just as Secretary Zhang took a deep breath, the next two people directly closed and locked the door.

Wen Yaofeng looked at him with a fake smile.

"Come and talk."

"There's nothing to talk about," Secretary Zhang said with a sneer, "If Boss Wen knows that you're suddenly like this..."

Wen Yaofeng listened to his subterfuge, and slowly took out an old watch sealed in a plastic bag from his pocket.

"Have you seen this?"

Secretary Zhang's expression changed immediately.

He trembled and wanted to get closer to take a closer look, but he was hung up like a fish swallowing bait.

"The things you did with my dad back then are not without traces." Wen Yaofeng said unhurriedly: "Even if it was just setting up a beauty trap to catch the opponent, I didn't remember to clean up my ass."

"You...you were only 11 years old at that time!"

"So what about 11 years old?" Wen Yaofeng leaned forward, stared into his eyes and said, "Do you know how many things I still have in my hand?"

"Even if it's just this form handed over to Mr. Chen of the Fenghuo Group, do you think Wen Suo will be tempted to protect you, or just abandon the son for peace?"

Secretary Zhang trembled uncontrollably, turned around and wanted to run out and saw the two gatekeepers again, so he could only turn around and look at him hastily.

"You, since you know everything, then you should understand that many things are caused by your father—"

"Now you answer what I ask." Wen Yaofeng interrupted blankly: "Did you guys do what happened to Bai Chun?"

"Come on, I can't—"

"Yes or no?"

Secretary Zhang nodded tremblingly: "...Yes, but Mr. Wen said..."

"When Sister Bai Chun was sick, did you find a source of lungs and threaten him?"

Secretary Zhang turned pale, and nodded with her lips moving.

Every time a point is confirmed, Wen Yaofeng's heart sinks.

"Why did you force him to kneel in August when his sister passed away in February?!"

"That's not the case," Secretary Zhang panicked, "Mr. Wen already recorded the video in January!"

As early as three years ago, when ECHO became famous, Bai Chun's elder sister Bai Mo's condition deteriorated and was admitted to the ICU. The manager went around looking for connections and leaked the news, which was heard by Wen Suo's subordinates. It happened that Wen Yaofeng ordered his family not to interfere with his career The choice directly caused Wen Shuo to think this way.

They tried every means to find the source of the lungs, contacted Bai Chun for a meeting, and made three requests.

First, before the lung transplantation, follow all the meeting arrangements of the Wen family.

Second, let Wen Yaofeng leave ECHO.

Third, never tell the truth to anyone.

"But who would have thought that his sister got lung cancer and spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on medicine, but she couldn't handle the rejection and died in the end!!"

Wen Yaofeng heard the blood rushing upwards, and immediately burst into anger: "What is it to play tricks on me?! Who told you to touch Bai Chun?!! Fucking force to force you to this point Is it a beast???"

"What do you mean by all the meeting arrangements?? What do you mean by forcing him to kneel down???"

"Yes—it's an obedience test." Secretary Zhang simply said everything, and gave up on himself: "Mr. Wen always felt that Bai Chun was delaying time, so he forced him to do this kind of thing to test his obedience. Secretly recorded a video. Dismantle your rear hands!"

"After his sister died, he also collapsed. Your father found out that borrowing a knife to demolish people was useless, so he released the video directly!!"

"Crazy!!!" Wen Yaofeng yelled back: "All of you are fucking crazy!!!"

Secretary Zhang looked miserable, and he slumped on the ground and said, "Your father couldn't get in touch with Bai Chun in the end, and when he asked his subordinates to send the video, he said such a sentence."

"'It was he who was not moral first.'"

"Daoyi?! Daoyi is to force his son to kill himself in order to take all the shares in the company?! Daoyi is to mess with a bunch of women since his son was born and bring them all home?? Daoyi is to use other people's life-saving lungs to calculate profit or return Backhand stab again??!!"

Wen Yaofeng slapped him across the face and knocked him to the ground. With bloodshot eyes, he picked up the file bag and walked out.

"I'm going to let that bastard know what the hell is morality today."