I have to work hard today

The black Toyota drove slowly towards the Rong family's mansion, the wheels scraping the ground as if silently.

After a while, the car drove to the parking space on the right and stopped.

The accelerator was turned off, and Dongfang Jidan, who was sitting in the driver's seat, untied the seat belt that was buckled obliquely on his body, and then stretched his right arm to the passenger seat next to him, intending to put on his coat.

He glanced in the direction of the open door of the independent villa in front of him, and when he retracted his gaze, he also retracted his right hand.

He won't stay here for long, probably before the fuel tank has completely cooled down, he will probably come out.

Pushing the car door open with one hand, Dongfang Ji walked down, the sky above his head was dark, and the sun's light was covered by thick clouds so that it didn't pour out at all.

Just like Dongfang Ji's heavy heart at this time, his handsome face was shrouded in a thick haze that could not be dispelled.

Walking quickly towards the gate of Rong's house, Dongfang Ji was about to step up the steps when suddenly a cool breeze blew.

The flowers planted in the courtyard next to it are in full bloom, and a ray of fragrance is carried by Xiaofeng to the front of Dongfang Ji.

Smelling the quiet and pleasant fragrance of flowers that even eased the heart, Dongfang Ji stopped and turned his head to the left.

Clusters of silently blooming flowers burst into Dongfang Ji's field of vision. Dongfang Ji watched in silence for a few seconds, and was about to move his eyes away when suddenly a touch of blue appeared in his sight.

The blue was blocked by layers of green leaves, and only a few signs could be seen, not like flowers, let alone branches and leaves.

As if driven by something in the dark, Dongfang Ji turned sideways and took two steps backward.

Then, Dongfang Ji was dumbfounded by the scene in front of him.

Dongfang Ji thinks he has seen many beauties, both men and women, innocent and charming, enchanting, all kinds of beauties.

But none of them was as amazed and shocked as the young man in the garden surrounded by clusters of green branches and vines brought him.

If there are really angels in this world, they must be like youths.

Ink-black soft short hair, smooth skin, bright glazed eyes, the entire face is exquisitely contoured, and the lines are as if drawn by the most skilled painter.

The exposed part of the swan's neck is beautiful and slender, which makes one's heart palpitating.

Dongfang Ji stared intently at the young man sitting there alone. I don’t know if it was an illusion of Dongfang Ji. He seemed to see a white halo from the young man. The surrounding sky was gloomy, but the young man’s light was still there.

Bewitched by Silence, Dongfang Ji took another two steps forward.

Suddenly, a clear sound of footsteps behind him pulled the fascinated Dongfang Ji back.

He turned around quickly, and saw Rong Qi coming out of the gate of Rong's house, with a friendly and gentle smile on his face, and at the same time, he forcibly pulled Dongfang Ji back from the charm just now.

Since the young man is sitting in the Rong family, he must have some kind of close relationship with the Rong family. It can be said that he is too busy to take care of himself at the moment, so how can he allocate his thoughts to other places.

Dongfang Ji quickly adjusted his mood and walked towards Rongqi.

"Why didn't you make a phone call when you arrived? If Aunt Dong hadn't said that there was a handsome man at the door, I wouldn't have known you were here."

"Come on, let's go into the house."

As the owner of the house, Rong Qi led Dongfang Ji into the house.

Dongfang Ji nodded and didn't explain anything about it. His heart was full of boredom about what had happened recently, and he didn't want to say anything superfluous.

Rong Qi looked at Dongfang Jimei Peak and seemed to have condensed a chill, the corners of his raised mouth were pressed down a little bit, and the smile gradually dissipated in the voice behind him.

"...You asked me to help you before, and there was a reply."

Rong Qi and Dongfang Ji were sitting on the sofa in the living room. Aunt Dong had just made tea. Rong Qi asked Aunt Dong to go on her own and leave them alone. Rong Qi picked up the teapot and poured two cups of tea for Dongfang Ji first. a cup.

Dongfang Ji stretched out his hands to catch the teacup.

"Not for two years, one year at most." Rong Qi paused for a long time, and added the follow-up words while Dongfang Ji bowed his head to drink tea.

Dongfang Ji raised his head abruptly, unable to hide his surprise: "One year? One year is too short."

Rong Qi looked at Dongfang Ji and said, "The amount you want is not small. The pawn shop also said that as long as you can repay it within a year, the interest can even be similar to that of the bank. Dongfang, now is not the time for you to choose. The initiative is no longer in your hands."

Dongfang Ji was holding the teacup, and there was a faint sign of whiteness in the crooked fingers.

Yes, the initiative has long been out of his hands, after he made a mistake in his decision-making, which caused the company to bear tens of millions of debts.

The debt is too huge, and Dongfang Ji is obviously unable to bear it alone. As a last resort, he can only take out a white jade Buddha statue handed down from his ancestors as a pawn. Not to mention that the bank can not borrow enough money. The period is too long, and Dongfang Ji will not be able to delay Only then did he find Rongqi, and he helped to connect them to a large pawn shop in the city.

The pawn time has been shortened from the two years that Dongfang Ji hoped for to one year.

One year, after Dongfang Ji failed once, his self-confidence was actually greatly impacted.

But the entire Dongfang family can only be supported by himself, and he cannot rely on anyone else.

"That's one year. During this period, I hope that the Jade Buddha can be protected." He will redeem the Jade Buddha, and Dongfang Ji will not let the things passed down by his family be lost in his hands.

"Don't worry about this, there will be no mistakes." Rong Qi filled Dongfang Ji with tea.

"Nepalese black tea is a new variety." Rong Qi raised his glass to Dongfang Ji.

After the matter was basically finished, Dongfang Ji had to rush back to the company to give an explanation to the creditors who came to collect the debt, drank the tea in the cup, and got up to say goodbye.

"There is still something to do in the company, so I will leave first."

"I'll see you off." Rong Qi also stood up and sent Dongfang Ji outside the door.

As soon as Dongfang Ji walked down the stairs, his eyes couldn't be controlled, and he looked directly to the right.

The young man in the blue sweater was still sitting there, as if his posture hadn't changed, with his head lowered, holding a paintbrush in his hand, and was concentrating on drawing something.

Dongfang Ji looked at it and was almost lost in thought. He suddenly realized that Rongqi was following him, and he looked sideways at Rongqi.

Finding that Rongqi was also looking at the young man sitting on the rattan chair in the garden, Dongfang Ji suddenly felt an urge to ask who Rongqi was.

Then Rong Qi said something inexplicable.

"That's a glass beauty, you can't touch it."

Dongfang Ji couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence, and his expression was puzzled.

But Rong Qi only said that, and then laughed without saying a word.

"You see which day you are free, take the Jade Buddha there some time, and call me in advance when the time comes."

Rong Qi sent Dongfang Ji to the door of the car, and said casually.

"Okay, thank you for this matter." Rongqi didn't directly benefit from it, it was just because they had a little friendship, and those people who he thought were friends in Dongfang Ji's eyes, became his company. After something really happened, they all tried to shirk it with various reasons.

On the contrary, it was Rongqi, a person who had a normal relationship with him, who extended a helping hand to him at this time, and Dongfang Ji was very grateful to Rongqi in his heart.

The car slowly drove out of the courtyard, Rong Qi stood behind and watched Dongfang Ji drive the car, and finally disappeared completely from his sight.

When he turned his head, the corners of his lips raised sharply, and his smile had no deep meaning.

After walking two steps, Rong Qi saw from the corner of his eye that the man in the garden hadn't moved, so he turned around and walked into the garden.

Su Tang was almost finishing a painting, and was painting the last leaf when a person suddenly walked in front of him.

The man stood straight in front of him, didn't speak at first, grabbed the edge of the drawing paper, and didn't care about Su Tang's pen still falling on it, the drawing paper was pulled away suddenly, and the pencil lead was pulled out on the drawing paper in an instant A warped and ugly trail.

The hand holding the pen paused in the air, and Su Tang's downcast eyes slowly lifted up, his gaze was cold and unwavering, but there was a hidden attachment in that direct gaze.

"Brother, don't you feel bored of drawing these garden scenes every day?" Holding the drawing paper, Rong Qi looked at it casually, while turning sideways, and sat beside Su Tang's right hand.

Nothing special could be seen at all, Rong Qi threw the drawing paper back to the drawing board, Rong Qi pinched the drawing paper a little wrinkled, Su Tang grabbed it, and smoothed out the wrinkle patiently and meticulously.

"A man came here just now, brother knows?" Rong Qi approached Su Tang's body.

The smile on his face at this time is completely different from when he was facing Dongfang Ji. There is no trace of kindness, but a kind of contempt and undisguised contempt.

Su Tang's lips moved slightly, but he remained silent.

"Brother, how about you go to the beauty pageant? I think you can definitely win the championship."

There is one thing that Rong Qi must admit, his half-brother, this face is really beautiful, no matter from any angle, no matter near or far, there are no dead ends, it is so beautiful that it is hard to look away.

There are many lovers around Rongqi, but none of them can stay for more than a month. He doesn't think it's because he likes the new and hates the old, so he can't help it. There is such an impeccably beautiful person at home. The entertainment industry is boasting about the beauty of a prosperous age, but if she really leaves the spotlight, either there are shortcomings here, or there are unsightly ones.

Rong Qi stared at Su Tang's profile, and stretched out his hand almost subconsciously.

The fingertips failed to touch Su Tang's face, and stopped a few centimeters away.

Rong Qi's eyes flashed, revealing an interested expression, obviously Su Tang, who never resisted him in the past, suddenly resisted him, like a toy that you are tired of playing, and then finds its interesting point.

"You should be quite busy, you can leave now." Su Tang's voice was cold, as bright as Bai Yu's cheeks.

Rong Qi was taken aback for a moment, and then released the strength from his hand, and as soon as he let go, Su Tang also let go of his hand.

"Yes, I don't have as much free time as your elder brother. I just draw some pictures every day. Because of my poor health, I seldom go out." Rong Qi stood up and looked down at Su Tang.

Although the person in front of him had an amazing face, his illness made what could be called his strengths useless.

Untouchable, untouchable, the real glass beauty can only be seen at home.

If it is taken out, it may bring a lot of bad luck.

Rong Qi quickly left the garden, went back to the house to get some things, walked out of the door, and got into a sports car.

With the roar of the accelerator, he suddenly gave a cold snort, drove the sports car, and disappeared at the end of the street in a blink of an eye.

After the roar of the sports car was completely extinguished, after a while, Su Tang slowly raised his eyes, and suddenly a sharp light burst out from his calm and indifferent pupils, and there was even a hint of chilling in that light.

He lowered his eyes, picked up the drawing paper that Rong Qi had touched, and stared at the drawing paper, Su Tang suddenly felt strongly nauseated.

Putting the drawing paper aside, holding the pen again, Su Tang moved the pen quickly, and the pen was like a snake. Unlike before, it took half a day to draw a picture. This time, it took almost a few minutes, and a lifelike landscape painting came alive on the paper. .

The lines are clean and neat, and the outlines of some corners are as sharp as a blade, as if they are about to pierce through the thin paper at any time and puncture them.