My first love overturned

Both fell silent.The icy air becomes more three-dimensional in the tense confrontation.

After muttering for a moment, Lin Zhuoguang sighed silently, and his Adam's apple moved again: "Little lion, I'm hungry."

The tense atmosphere was relieved by Lin Zhuoguang's retreat, and Gu Chenjing said, "Can I order you a takeaway?"

"You..." Lin Zhuoguang looked at the "kitchen" where there were no cabinets, bowls, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar were stacked on the edge of the cement stove, "Is there anything to eat?"

Gu Chenjing hesitated for a moment, but still replied: "There are Yangchun noodles."

"Noodles are fine. I haven't eaten anything you made yet." Lin Zhuoguang took a step closer, and the distance between Gu Chenjing and Gu Chenjing was so short that he could touch it with his hand. His voice was soft and soft, showing weakness. More obvious, "I'm so hungry."

Bypassing Lin Zhuoguang, Gu Chenjing walked to the coffee table, bent down and took out a fresh-keeping box containing loose dried noodles from below, and returned to the "kitchen".

Put half a pot of water and turn on the fire. The faint sound of crackling and burning can be heard clearly in the middle of the night.

Lin Zhuoguang stood half a step behind Gu Chenjing, watching him pour a handful of noodles into the water, and asked, "What are Yangchun noodles? A specialty of Yangchun City?"

Gu Chenjing was stunned, and laughed at himself a little: "Yangchun noodles, there is nothing, no eggs, no vegetables, no seafood, pure noodles."

Lin Zhuoguang also smiled: "I thought it was a kind of ceremonial noodle invented by Yangchun Baixue."

He tried his best to enliven the atmosphere but made the embarrassing ubiquity even more.Finally, Lin Zhuoguang also fell silent, and the sound of gurgling water took over everything.

After eating the noodles in relative silence, Gu Chenjing put away the bowl.

Lin Zhuoguang looked at his back, wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

Putting the bowl into the sink, Gu Chenjing turned around: "It's past three o'clock, let's go. I'll take you out."

"No, no need." Lin Zhuoguang stood up, "Go to bed early, tomorrow... you still have to drive?"

Gu Chenjing walked around him, walked to the door, and opened the door: "The gate of the community is closed. At this time, you can only go out through the side door. The navigation does not show the internal route of this old community. I will take you out."

The rain didn't stop, but it was much lighter. It floated in the air like powder and adhered to the body and face, making it even more bitterly cold.

In the stillness of the night, the silence between the two was accentuated by the rhythmic footsteps.

There is no lighting, and the small puddles that cannot be avoided on the bumpy road have no reflections, and there is a splash of water when you step down.

Gu Chenjing lightened his footsteps, but Lin Zhuoguang stepped up his footsteps in a fit of anger.

He felt that there was an uncomfortably burning fire in his heart, but he didn't know whether he should pour out the fire with a basin of water, or let the fire burn completely to burn away the boredom and discomfort.

Walking to the side door of the community, Gu Chenjing waved his hand: "Go home quickly. Good night."

His expression was hidden in the deep night, and Lin Zhuoguang couldn't judge the temperature in it.

Lin Zhuoguang moved in the dark, and the warm coat covered Gu Chenjing's shoulders.

Gu Chenjing subconsciously tore off his coat and put it back in Lin Zhuoguang's hands: "No, I'm not cold."

"You can wear it, I'm driving." Lin Zhuoguang said softly, "it's not good to be sick."

He picked up his coat, unfolded it, and put it on Gu Chenjing's shoulders seriously.

During the movement, Gu Chenjing's fingers he touched were icy cold and trembling slightly.

After sending Lin Zhuoguang away, Gu Chenjing walked back and forth.

The rain is getting heavier and the wind is getting stronger. Entering November, the night becomes colder.

Gu Chenjing tightly wrapped the coat that Lin Zhuoguang put on him, while thinking about how he and Lin Zhuoguang had an intersection again, while thinking about tonight, there would probably be no intersection again.He also thought about how to return the coat to Lin Zhuoguang, whether to send it to Mo's, or to ask someone to hand it over.

His thoughts were too busy, and when he didn't pay attention, the weight of raindrops on the side of the road brushed the right shoulder of his coat.

Back in the room, Gu Chenjing took a look that it was approaching four o'clock in the morning, and decided to wash Lin Zhuoguang's clothes first before going to sleep.

Clean it up and return it sooner.

When he heard the WeChat reminder during breakfast, Lin Zhuoguang let go of his usual casual attitude for more than ten minutes before picking up his phone.

The words "Gu Chenjing" are displayed on the screen prompt.Lin Zhuoguang was instantly overwhelmed by the sense of unreality. His first reaction was that he might not have woken up yet, so he rubbed his eyes slowly.

The preview of the message sent by Gu Chenjing showed three words: Sorry.

sorry?What the hell?

Lin Zhuoguang opened Gu Chenjing's WeChat in a half dazed and half apprehensive way:

【sorry.I washed your clothes. 】

He quickly replied: [What happened after washing? 】

The "The other party is typing" in the dialog box lasted for a while, and Gu Chenjing sent a message: [I forgot that these clothes cannot be washed by hand. 】

Unexpectedly, Lin Zhuoguang was stunned.

Gu Chenjing: [Washed, out of shape.I know the price, and I will transfer the money to you in a few days later. 】

I couldn't care less about typing, so Lin Zhuoguang called Gu Chenjing directly.

Empty number.

He quickly sent a voice message to Gu Chenjing's WeChat: "You accept the [-], and I will talk to you about clothes."

The dialog "The other party is typing" appears again.Lin Zhuoguang stared at it nervously, afraid that it would not appear again after the display disappeared like before.

Fortunately, Gu Chenjing replied very quickly this time: [Forget it. 】

A brand-name coat is actually nothing to Lin Zhuoguang. Gu Chenjing can be sure of this, because he didn't care about any clothes before the accident at home.

Although not compensating is not in line with Gu Chenjing's principles, under the current circumstances, he really doesn't want to entangle with Lin Zhuoguang any more.

And Lin Zhuoguang's pupils dilated instantly when he saw Gu Chenjing's reply - Gu Chenjing said, forget it?

Forget it?

What's the matter?

That's it?

This is... the little lion is about to disconnect again?

Lin Zhuoguang's voice hit Gu Chenjing again: "I can't forget it. You come to work and deduct it from your salary in installments."

No matter how nervously Lin Zhuoguang stared at the top of the dialog box this time, the display of "the other party is typing" never appeared again.

The scorching fire in Lin Zhuoguang's heart ignited again.He sent a message to Lin Jiyi: [Help me make an appointment with the Supreme Emperor today. 】

Putting on his clothes casually, Lin Zhuoguang drove the Q3 towards Mo's.

At the intersection of three traffic lights away from Mo's, Lin Zhuoguang received a simple and clear reply from Lin Jiyi: [No appointment. 】

Lin Zhuoguang dialed Lin Jiyi's phone number with a Bluetooth headset: "I must have an interview with him today."

Lin Jiyi clattered on the keyboard, and took the time to reply: "I said, I can't make an appointment."

"I would like to go to work, or go on a blind date." Lin Zhuoguang watched the countdown red light, ready to start.

Lin Jiyi's crackling typing sound in the earphone stopped, and after a brief silence, Lin Jiyi said, "Okay."

The last intersection before Mo’s was still at a red light, and while stepping on the brakes, Lin Zhuoguang received a reply from Lin Jiyi: [11:30, the chairman’s office. 】

The traffic lights change according to the set time exchange.

Lin Zhuoguang snapped his fingers, started slowly with the traffic flow, and drove towards the destination.

Mo Zhenchuan turned a blind eye to Lin Zhuoguang who came in to adjust the temperature of the air conditioner. He picked up a remote control on the large desk and coldly pressed a button.

"Di-"

"Temperature adjustment, 25 degrees Celsius." The electronic voice sounded mechanically.

Lin Zhuoguang raised his hand to help his forehead: "Grandpa, it's almost seventy, can you be more mature?"

Chairman Mo stared coldly at Lin Zhuoguang, and then made a "beep--".

"The program is locked."

Lin Zhuoguang leaned against the door with his arms folded: "Press another button to lock me, the age of technology, Oye."

Chairman Mo put down the remote control, and locked on Lin Zhuoguang with both oppressive and defensive eyes of "tell me, how are you going to anger me again".

His hands rested on the armrests of the office chair. Lin Zhuoguang was slightly startled by the aging skin of his hands and the blue veins in the dry skin that he couldn't resist no matter how pampered he was.

Lin Zhuoguang left the door, approached the desk, pressed his hands on the desk, bent down, and looked at Mo Zhenchuan: "I will sign a long-term contract with you and work hard; or I will go on a blind date."

With a sneer at the corner of his mouth, Mo Zhenchuan gave Lin Zhuoguang an "Oh?" look.

"But I have conditions." Lin Zhuoguang straightened his body, "I have a friend who joins the job together."

Mo Zhenchuan still didn't speak, just looked at Lin Zhuoguang, the tension in the air surged undercurrent.

"All right, a word." Narrowing his eyes slightly, Lin Zhuoguang folded his arms in front of his chest, his casual attitude was the same as usual.But the strings in his heart were tightened and tightened following the subtle changes in Mo Zhenchuan's expression and eyes.

"It's the first time you've taken the initiative to compromise." Mo Zhenchuan bent his fingers, and tapped the tip of his right index finger on the table, "Is this friend very important to you?"

important?Lin Zhuoguang's mind flashed across Gu Chenjing's face covered by the dim light when he parted with Gu Chenjing last night.

He didn't know how to define his relationship with Gu Chenjing.

Lin Zhuoguang knew that he didn't have many friends in the strict sense.

He and Qin Xiao and Zheng Yifeng were young, and they were in the same class in high school, so they became friends naturally. They ate, drank, played, danced and enjoyed themselves on weekdays, but at critical times, he was sure that they could trust each other.But Lin Zhuoguang's feelings towards Qin Xiao and Zheng Yifeng are completely different from his feelings towards Gu Chenjing.

And Lin Jiyi is five years older than him. After his parents passed away, Lin Zhuoguang's relationship with his uncle's family was much closer than that of his grandfather's family. There was no particularly close brotherhood between them.

Gu Chenjing is the only friend who Lin Zhuoguang wants to take the initiative to get close to, and is also the only friend who Lin Zhuoguang actively defines as a "good friend".But at least for now, the two people's definitions of each other's importance are very different.

But to the question "whether this friend is important to Lin Zhuoguang", the answer is of course based on Lin Zhuoguang's definition.

Lin Zhuoguang said decisively: "My best friend."

Mo Zhenchuan's eyes were mocking: "You also have friends?"

"Grandpa, I see what you said." Lin Zhuoguang said, "I'm not you, two or three friends can still be made."

With a snort, Mo Zhenchuan waved his hand: "Bring me to see you."

How could Gu Chenjing agree to come to work? Lin Zhuoguang didn't even have a plan yet, so how could Gu Chenjing come to see his grandfather?

But facing Mo Zhenchuan, Lin Zhuoguang never lost his momentum.He raised his eyebrows frivolously: "Isn't it necessary? If you can meet all the employees who joined Mo's, can you bear the time and energy?"

Mo Zhenchuan's extremely existential and oppressive glaring in the business world had no deterrent effect on Lin Zhuoguang, but Chairman Mo, who traveled all over the world, controlled his emotions in one breath, the anger in his eyes quickly dissipated, and he returned to calmness and indifference status.

There was a knock on the door, and Mo Zhenchuan said loudly, "Please come in."

As soon as Lin Ji walked in, he handed his pad to Lin Zhuoguang: "This blind date is studying abroad in Philadelphia, and there are two years left before graduation. The parents of the other party said that if you can talk, you should graduate before getting married."

"The pit has already been dug before I even started the negotiation?" Lin Zhuoguang squinted at Mo Zhenchuan and refused to pick up Lin Jiyi's pad. "Grandpa, aren't you a bit despicable? Look at it." How can someone else's grandfather be a grandfather?"

Mo Zhenchuan remained calm and calm: "I only look at other people's grandchildren."

He paused, with a hint of regret in his tone, "The grandson of someone else's family can handle the situation immediately when encountering an accident, unlike you, hmph."

"Which grandson is so good at fighting?" Lin Zhuoguang asked quite flatteringly, "Whose family?"

Chairman Mo turned his head away, as if he hadn't gotten over the sense of failure that "other people's grandsons can fight, but our grandsons are scum".

Lin Jiyi took the words: "The grandson of the Kangyi Group."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Lin Jiyi realized that the semantics of what he said were correct, but the semantics seemed inappropriate, so he immediately tapped on the pad to cover up his embarrassment.He quickly operated, and then put the pad in front of Lin Zhuoguang: "Ye family. Mr. Ye suffered a stroke three years ago and couldn't move his lower body. He has been lying in Kangyi Hospital. The property is managed by Ye Qiyuan, the boss of the Ye family. Last month Ye Qiyuan passed away in a car accident, and Ye Zhiyuan, the second son of the Ye family, is now taking over the Kangyi Hospital."

"Two grandsons? Reserves are richer than Mo's." Lin Zhuoguang joked with Lin Jiyi in a serious manner.

Lin Jiyi shook his head: "Ye Zhiyuan has never participated in management and has no experience. It seems that he has no ambition. Kony's shareholders are generally not optimistic."

"Then what are you still carrying? Just lie flat and let yourself be mocked." Raising his hand, he gently pushed Lin Jiyi's pad away with his right index finger, Lin Zhuoguang said, "What's there to carry? After selling the shares, all four are empty and free. , how easy it is."

Chairman Mo patted the table: "If I close my eyes today, Mo's will probably be liquidated tomorrow."

"Blame me, blame me for being too good at reincarnation, and I just got stuck in the position of Mo Zhenchuan's grandson." Lin Zhuoguang spread his hands, "Grandpa, your expression management is about to fail, let's talk faster. I said, I'm going to work , or I'll go on a blind date. Choose one."

Looking sideways at Chairman Mo, he continued: "It's better to go to work. Compared with going to get married, I keenly feel that you may still have certain expectations in case I can inherit the family business."

Chairman Mo snorted again, and said to Lin Jiyi: "I want to interview someone, just watch the time."

Lin Jiyi clicked on the pad: "Friday, November 11th at 7:10 am."

"No." Lin Zhuoguang denied hastily, "He...is not in Lingbei City, and it will be delayed for a few days."

"November 11, Friday, 14:10 am." Lin Jiyi quickly announced the next time.

This period of time should be enough to convince Gu Chenjing.Lin Zhuoguang agreed to the arrangement.

Back at the parking lot of the apartment, Lin Zhuoguang unbuckled his seat belt with one hand, slid open the screen saver of his phone with the other, and sent Gu Chenjing a WeChat message:

[Little lion, work, I've finished talking. 】

There was no prompt "the other party is typing" at the top of the screen. Lin Zhuoguang estimated that Gu Chenjing was driving at this time, and it was impossible to pay attention to WeChat all the time.

He exited to the message list interface, and clicked on Lin Jiyi's profile picture:

[Give me back the little custard. 】

After sending the message, he was refreshed, and the last time with Q3 became blissful and warm. Lin Zhuoguang nodded the steering wheel with the attitude of an elegant and noble man, and adjusted the positron rearview mirror.

The phone rang to receive a WeChat message.

Lin Jiyi: [Okay. 】

The author has something to say: I edited the text and changed the title, please forgive me.