Pillow people and dignitaries

"Check it out for me!!!"

Lu Cheng threw a large pile of documents on the table, and in an instant, the white paper was scattered all over the floor.

The night covered Shaozhou, and the lights were not turned on in the office. Lu Cheng's expression was hidden in the dim environment, and his words were filled with strong anger.

"What's the origin of this company?! Did our company have any relationship with them before?! If we don't have enough orders, we still want to grab the cooperation relationship. What do we want to do?! Eat so much all at once, I'm really not afraid of being overwhelmed!!"

These few days, Lu Cheng's temper was particularly violent. Everyone who came to his office was scolded bloody without exception.

Wang Ye is the company's new secretary, and also the one who Lu Cheng scolded the most and received the most anger recently.

If Wang Ye knew that Mr. Lu had such a bad temper before he came, he would not come back to apply for this position no matter how high the salary was.

After Lu Cheng lost his temper, he kicked him out.

He propped up the corner of the table with one hand, and suddenly took off his gold-rimmed glasses and threw them on the desk. The tiredness that struck him forced him to close his eyes.He rushed back to Shaozhou from Yuncheng, and the company kept making phone calls along the way. After a while, something went wrong with this project, and after a while, the list was snatched away by other groups.

If it was before, Lu Cheng would directly hand over these things to the company's employees, and let them find ways to get them back, or just change to a partner company.But this time Lu Cheng discovered that the company that grabbed his list was not an ordinary small company, but a large enterprise.

If he grabs an order, Lu Cheng won't be so angry. His company's industry ranks in the top ten in Shaozhou, and he won't feel bad when he gives an order to those small companies, but this time the other party seems to be more ambitious, and the orders are one after another. One by one was robbed, and projects went wrong one after another.

The other party wants to eat the Lu Corporation.

Lu Cheng sat on the office chair, lowered his head and rubbed his eyebrows, and suddenly an idea came to him.

He wanted to hear Ozawa's voice.

He wanted to hug his Ozawa.

When we met today, he should have kissed his Ozawa, but unfortunately he forgot at that time.

Lu Cheng took the mobile phone on the table and called Mu Zeqiao.

On the other side of Yuncheng, in the hotel.

Fu Junchi sat on the sofa, took off his suit jacket, unbuttoned the cuffs, and slowly rolled up the sleeves, gradually revealing the smooth lines of his arms.

Fu Junchi's sleeves had been rolled up to the spot under the shoulders, and there was a lot of bruising in that spot.

Mu Zeqiao frowned slightly, "Brother Fu, if this is not serious, then what is serious? Tell me?"

He was a little annoyed, but he had nothing to do with Fu Junchi's stubborn temper.

"Take off your clothes, and I'll rub it for you. If you don't rub the blood under the skin, you may not be able to move your arms tomorrow."

Mu Zeqiao knelt on the sofa, facing Fu Junchi, unscrewed the medicinal wine with downcast eyes, and poured a little into the palm of his hand.

The strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine diffused in the living room and gradually became entwined with the surrounding air. Fu Junchi took off his white shirt and put it on the suit beside him.

Mu Zeqiao patted the medicinal wine in his palm on the place under Fu Junchi's shoulder, and rubbed Fu Junchi's bruised place with his palm.

Fu Junchi turned his black and white eyes, and glanced at Mu Zeqiao who was kneading his arm seriously.

Maybe it was the effect of the medicinal wine, or maybe it was the effect of Mu Zeqiao's warm palm, the skin on the arm seemed to be burning with an invisible flame, and the blood under the skin seemed to be boiling.

As if yearning, as if clamoring, for what their masters cannot have.

The medicinal wine was a bit pungent, and Mu Zeqiao sneezed after rubbing it. He wrinkled his nose and continued rubbing Fu Junchi's arm.

The light from the ceiling hit Muzecho's head, and a small shadow fell on the eyelashes. Below the eyelashes were those charming brown eyes. His face looked clean, without the usual heaviness. His facial expression has the ability to attract people's attention.Fu Junchi withdrew his gaze indifferently, lowered his eyes quietly, and hid all the turbulent emotions in the depths of those black eyes like countless times before.

After Mu Zeqiao rubbed Fu Junchi's arm for a while, Lu Cheng called.

"Brother Fu, I'll answer the phone."

"Ah."

Mu Zeqiao stood up holding the phone, and swipe the screen of the phone with his fingertips.

The call is connected.

"Ozawa."

The living room was extremely quiet, even if Mu Zeqiao hadn't turned on the PA, Fu Junchi could still hear this gentle address.

Fu Junchi got up, put on his shirt, and walked towards the balcony.

"What's up?"

Mu Zeqiao leaned against the wall of the living room and asked.

"Why didn't I reply to the text message I sent you? Is it because I don't have time?"

"Yes."

"Ozawa, I'm a little busy here too. I wanted to call you on the way back to Yuncheng, but you were filming again. I just wanted to wait for a while, but in the end it dragged on until now."

"Ah."

The cold answer made Lu Cheng feel a little uncomfortable. He restrained his irritability and tried not to vent his anger on Mu Zeqiao.

"You don't care about‥"

"You haven't caught up yet."

This sentence woke up Lu Cheng, the mess of documents on the desk made him lose his temper again, his Ozawa seemed to be a little ignorant, and now he was so tired, even if they were playing the chase game, they should stop for a while, first Care about him.

"Okay, Ozawa, just wait for me."

Lu Cheng hung up the phone reluctantly. The anger in his heart had not yet declined. He squeezed the phone, swiped the social software, and his eyes stayed on a contact with a profile picture of a 17-year-old boy.

And the boy's note is alone Qi.

After hesitating for a moment, he dialed the number.

Mu Zeqiao put away his mobile phone, and when he was approaching the balcony, he smelled a smell of smoke. He stopped walking and looked up.

Fu Junchi was wearing a white shirt, with his chest open, revealing a broad chest and strong abdominal muscles. Deep lines stretched all the way down to the black belt of Fu Junchi's trousers.There was a cigarette between his fingertips, he should have just smoked it, the white smoke hadn't had time to disperse from his surroundings.The light in the living room couldn't all fall on the balcony, half of Fu Junchi's body was immersed in darkness.

Under the smoke, in the night.

Fu Junchi's indifferent face was a little deceptive.

The evening wind blew, blowing the hair on Fu Junchi's forehead, and blowing away the white smoke.

The shirt floated up, revealing a large piece of skin. From Fu Junchi's appearance, there was a feeling of coldness.