Necessary and sufficient conditions for secret love to come true

Not surprisingly, after returning to city b, the biggest problem was how to cover up the changed relationship between the two of them in front of Tang Lu.

But any normal person would not be in the mood to do anything when his parents were mourning. Although Zong Jing seemed to be working normally on the surface, his emotions had not been completely sorted out.

Seven years away from home, goodbye is forever, he can't accept it for a while.

In the days before coming out, the Zong family's parents were competent parents, he was an excellent son, and the family of three was a harmonious family envied by everyone from far and near.

He was abandoned because he came out of the closet, which made him realize that his parents' love is selfish, and he can't fulfill their selfishness, but he won't erase the grace of nurturing him for many years.

After all these years, it wasn't that Zong Jing had no intention of asking for peace, but that the Zong family and his wife didn't accept it.

Liu Yutang often quietly climbed from the back stairs to the second floor between work, and glanced at Zong Jing who was working through the glass wall, neither approaching nor doing anything.

Completely like an old classmate who cares about Zong Jing's situation.

Because the situation at home is getting smoother, the office is not good. He and Zong Jing took half a month's leave. The department revised the leave application process.

The executive secretariat knows, and there are always gossips circulating.

When he returned to the company and went back to work, everyone looked at him differently. After all, he didn't come in through formal recruitment channels.

In addition, the excellent task completion and the original paintings that are always modified less than others are all forgotten by others. Everyone will only talk about him as the person Zhang Zong greeted and came in for an interview.

There are even a few people who have been criticized by their superiors for not completing work tasks smoothly, secretly forming small groups behind their backs.

Liu Yutang didn't care much about this matter, after all, the leader recognized his ability.At the same time, after entering the industry for a period of time, he has figured out the promotion channel and current situation of this profession. There are very few excellent original original painters. Generally speaking, it is a road that pays more attention to strength than others. things are up.

What's more, he didn't like to eat with a large group of people at lunch, and the incident of being alone was good for him to restore his exhausted inspiration.

After entering April, more and more people were renovating, and Zong Jing completely entered the work mode.

Especially after Zong Jiahe got acquainted with Tang Lu and was willing to live with Grandma Tang, he directly changed his working hours to nine in the morning and eleven in the evening.

Liu Yutang, as a lover in theory, of course risked his life to accompany the gentleman, and was the last one to leave in the office every day.

After going on like this for more than half a month, Tang Lu couldn't bear it anymore. She stayed up until twelve o'clock at night and waited for her son to come home. As soon as she entered the door, she said, "Give me a clue, is there a reason for working overtime like this?"

Liu Yutang paused as he changed his shoes, then raised his head and smiled flatteringly, "I just happened to accept a job and wanted to get out sooner."

"Private work, right? Since it's private work, it must be up to you, so take a break." Tang Lu looked at the dark shadows under his eyes, and didn't want to rave about him.It didn't matter to her that she worked overtime and worked hard when she was young, but when it was her son's turn, she felt very distressed.

"Opportunities to make money are rare, and private jobs are not available all the time," Liu Yutang clasped his hands together, "Look, in the past two months, I left work early and had nothing to do. Now that I have this extra money, my monthly income has at least doubled. It’s something I like to do again, and I’m not tired at all, so what’s wrong with it?”

Tang Lu slapped his hand away and poked his forehead, "Money is endless, you are greedy for petty gains and suffer big losses, and you didn't get rich all at once. You draw all the money one by one. , for that little money, it’s not worth getting tired and sick.”

"Okay, okay, listen to you, listen to you, I will pay attention to control the quantity and deadline after I finish the order I am taking, this is not the first time I have encountered such an opportunity and I have not grasped it, I will have experience in the future , the same thing will never happen again.”

Liu Yutang supported her shoulders and turned around, and pushed her back to the bedroom, "Go to bed early, I'm young and have a good foundation, you can't stand it. Don't get up tomorrow morning and make breakfast for me, Zong Jing and I will eat outside alright."

Tang Lu asked him to forcefully push him back to the bedroom, and lowered her voice to warn, "You said it yourself, control it after finishing what you are doing, words don't count, I will be angry."

"I promise to do what I say," Liu Yutang closed the door softly for her, and let out a sigh while rubbing his chest.

Of course it wasn't because he took on too many private jobs and worked overtime, but because he deliberately took on more private jobs in order to accompany Zong Jing to work overtime.

Anyway, spending time in the office is also a waste, and it's a pity not to use the time.

In fact, because he watched Zong Jing approve those thick documents every day, his desire to learn new knowledge was extremely strong recently, but he didn't know which direction to go.

Moreover, even if the relationship has changed, one cannot forget the millions owed to Zong Jing. Ding is Dingmao or Mao, it has nothing to do with feelings.

It has been confirmed that I have no talent for financial management.

I have tried to read the investment-related books, even if I have explained it to Feixing, I still want to hit the wall when I read the analysis. As a person who has been drawing and working with feeling/inspiration and other nihilistic things for many years, I want to hit the ground when I mention it The data just crashes.

There is another one, management, he can be fluent to a certain extent, but in fact he is an introverted person, and he is exhausted and exhausted every time the work is over.There is also a big disadvantage. I always hope that everyone is good, but weighing and making decisions is a necessary quality for a superior person. In this way, I can't even think about becoming a general manager or a CEO.

The only thing left is to continue to deepen or diverge from the existing skill points. I once thought about making clothing, but something happened before I started. Now I want to mention it, but I don’t have enough money for the initial investment, and I don’t have enough confidence. Recoup the cost, so what else can be done?

Lying on the sofa bed in a daze for a while, the phone suddenly flickered, and a message from Zong Jing came, 【What are you thinking? 】【Um? 】Liu Yutang was taken aback.

Zong Jing stood at the window smoking a cigarette, playing with Zong Jiahe's children's toy binoculars, 【I see a light over there. 】Liu Yutang only turned on the small desk lamp, and sat up when he saw the news, 【What do you use to read it? 】【Jiahe's Toys】A few hundred meters away, it's very useful. Zong Jing looked at the dim light from the window over there, and slightly raised the corners of his lips, 【It's already one o'clock, why don't you sleep yet? 】Liu Yutang answered honestly,【My mother stayed up until twelve o'clock just to tell me that she can't continue working overtime like that. 】【Well, then I will rest tomorrow. ] Zong Jing came back quickly, 【Working overtime for so many days, enough time off, take Jiahe out to play? 】It is said that the wind is the rain. Just now I told my mother that the work in hand is not finished, so I will take a rest immediately when I come to you.

Liu Yutang rolled his eyes in the dark, if he didn't like you, he wouldn't think so much for you.

[Anyway, there is a transition period. I just told her that the work at hand will take a few more days. 】Liu Yutang turned off the desk lamp, lay down gently, 【Go to work tomorrow as usual, you should go to bed early too】.

[I had already rested. 】Zong Jing shook the wine glass, leaned against the window frame and narrowed his eyes slightly. The mid-spring wind was very soft, and the stones on his chest seemed to loosen a little when it blew in.

The world is becoming more and more lush, and the small pine tree planted in the cemetery of City Q should have survived.

【Do I look that stupid? 】Liu Yutang exposed him mercilessly, 【Your home can see the light on the other side, not the bedroom. Besides, how did you find out that I wasn't asleep when you were asleep? ] Zong Jing wanted to call, but remembered that Zong Jiahe lived with Tang Lu today, in a small house with one bedroom and one living room, and the sound would wake up the elderly and children, so he simply continued to send messages, 【Well, just pretend I wasn’t asleep. 】【Then go to sleep. 】Liu Yutang looked towards the opposite side in the dark, gave a slight pooh, and muttered softly, "Wait a minute, I'll get a telescope tomorrow too."

After being quiet for 5 minutes, Zong Jing's new news came, [Insomnia], it was the first time he admitted that he was not in a good state after returning from Q City for so many days.

Liu Yutang stared at those two words and breathed a sigh of relief for no reason.

It has been almost two months since the funeral, and Jiahe has gradually adapted to the new life in City B, Zong Jing still looks half-body wandering outside.

It is true that he is as responsive and swift as he was before the accident, but there is something different. The other people who interact with him on a daily basis only feel that this person is getting more and more serious, but Liu Yutang knows that he is working hard to make his daily life more and more serious. A time axis as precise as a machine.

In that way, there is no time to think about it.

For the first time in two months, Zong Jing admitted that his situation was not very good.

【Sheep? 】Liu Yutang sent a message, got up quietly, put on soft-soled running shoes, put on a coat, opened the door, and walked towards the back building.

[What's the use of that? 】 Zong Jing smiled silently, 【Maybe it would be more practical to drink some wine. 】【You, a person who sleeps less than six hours a day, still drinks alcohol?Think you can't die fast enough? 】Liu Yutang pressed the password to open the gate with ease.

Zong Jing wasn't looking at the other side at first, but with the window open, the movement in the yard was clear. Seeing someone slipping in gently, a little bit of wonderful joy suddenly rose in his heart.

Liu Yutang opened the door, originally wanted to hum "Deng Deng Deng Deng~surprise~" but when he entered the door, he could smell the faint smell of smoke, and he had no energy to jump around, so he strolled up to him and counted the window sills Lie on the cigarette butt in the ashtray, "You really think you didn't die fast enough!"

Who was that one who looked down at everyone and opened the window like a clean freak after entering his home a few months ago?

Zong Jing put down the red wine glass with a bright expression on his face, "I want to say that this is for lighting, I didn't smoke it, do you believe it?"

"Isn't that second-hand smoke? What's the difference if you smoke it yourself?" Liu Yutang took a sip from his wine glass, "Let's chat?"

"I don't know where to start?" Perhaps the silence in the middle of the night lowered people's defenses. Zong Jing had a little desire to talk, but he didn't know how to start.

"Anything." Liu Yutang pushed him into the lazy sofa, and dragged him to sit next to him, "Even if it is, Zhang Tai'an is a psychopath? I'm fine, everything is interesting to listen to."