Become the white moonlight of the attack

In the early morning, the sunlight outside the window was warm but not strong, and the thin light fell through the curtains in front of the window. The bed and the ground were mottled.

Jiang Zhuo, who was sleeping soundly, was dishonest, most of the quilt had fallen to the ground, and only one corner covered his private/private/place.

Graceful figure, smooth and delicate skin, under the outline of the shallow light, a beautiful picture of beauty is mostly completed.

A trace of coolness passed over the broken hair in front of his forehead, and fell under the charming pair of phoenix eyes. The phoenix eyes were closed, and the corners of the light red lips naturally rose, beautiful without knowing it.

With a light flick of the fingertips, one wakes up from the dream.

Last night he had a very long dream, in which he was cooking for Fu Shixin, and his enjoyment and the smile on his brows and eyes made him a little speechless.

Jiang Zhuo helped his forehead to get up, and was a little confused when he vaguely heard the tinkling sound coming from the living room.

He got up and grabbed the pajamas on the side, and looked for the sound in a daze. When he saw Fu Shixin, who was wearing a tailored suit in the kitchen and was rolling up his sleeves to start with a few eggs, he was in a daze.

He tried to close his eyes, and tried to open them again. When he was sure that the weird picture in front of him was indeed going on, he made a major decision.

he!want!move!Home!

And as soon as possible!

10 minutes later

Jiang Zhuo, in a black suit with a serious face, folded his arms and sat at the dining table. The slender index finger of his right hand tapped his left elbow one after another.

His face was tense, the pair of phoenix eyes under the glasses frame were slightly narrowed, and his reddish lips were tightly pursed, as if he wanted to eat someone.

On the table in front of him was the breakfast he just made, two fried eggs, two bacon meats, two pancakes and two cups of warm milk.

Sitting across the dining table was Fu Shixin, who was full of apology, but still thinking about how to remedy his disaster-like cooking skills.

Ten minutes ago, when Jiang Zhuo saw Fu Shixin appearing in the kitchen of his home and setting it on fire, he pulled someone up by his collar without saying a word, took him out, and warned him not to move while standing at the kitchen door.

Poor Fu Shixin was like a big dog that made mistakes, standing at the door of the kitchen dryly watching how Jiang Zhuo quickly cleaned up his war scene, and how skillfully he fried eggs and pancakes.

When breakfast was served, Jiang Zhuo kept staring at him with the sharp eyes of a murderer.

And although he couldn't argue, he still hoped that he could give himself a chance to defend himself.

Five minutes passed, and Jiang Zhuo was finally defeated by reality. He glanced at the clock in the room, picked up the chopsticks, and said to Fu Shixin without a trace of emotion: "Eat, get out after eating!"

Fu Shixin didn't even enter the bedroom in the morning just to make him a breakfast!

This is good, he is self-defeating again.

After breakfast, Jiang Zhuo put away the dishes and chopsticks on the dining table, washed them and put them away, picked up the coat on the hanger, opened the door, and turned to look at the aggrieved dog behind him.

"Master Fu, please."

A certain dog put on his coat obediently, walked out of the room, and wanted to explain with a sullen face, but Jiang Zhuo slammed the door hard and walked down.

A certain dog quickly followed, but was blocked in front of Jiang Zhuo's car door.

"Mr. Fu, I warn you that if you appear in my room again, don't blame me and call the police."

The windows closed, and he roared away.

A certain dog wants to cry but has no tears.

The car clearly galloped on the highway of the imperial capital, but Jiang Zhuo's heart was covered with a layer of fog by something, which made him more and more unable to understand himself.

The car was parked near the company building. He didn't drive to the parking lot immediately, but leaned on the side of the road to relax.

With the windows down, the cold winter wind was like a cutting knife, cutting the cheeks one by one. Even on a sunny day, I still didn't feel the warmth of the sun.

He took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose, looked back into the distance, and inadvertently saw two familiar figures entangled in the distance.

Feng Wenke quarreled with a man at a flower bed near his company. The man accidentally fell between the two. Feng Wenke panicked and helped the man up.

This man is none other than Feng Wenke's first love. When it comes to the relationship between friends, it can only be described as evil fate.

Jiang Zhuo closed his eyes and closed the car window, feeling more and more serious. He started the car and drove towards the company's parking lot.

Everything in the company is business as usual, it seems that no one cares about what happened downstairs.

Jiang Zhuo walked towards the office with a slightly impatient gait.

Secretary Li was already sitting at his desk working, when he saw Jiang Zhuo coming over, he got up politely to say hello.

Jiang Zhuo took a look at him and saw that his expression was normal, so he probably didn't see Feng Wenke.

Jiang Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief and went into the office to work. Fu Shixin arrived after Jiang Zhuo.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Mr. Xu came to the [-]th floor and summoned the heads of all departments to come up for a meeting. Apart from the company's recent business, he announced the location of the next week's trip.

A hot spring resort in country R.

The travel plan is to divide each department into two batches, and travel in batches. If you don’t want to go, you can work in the company and count as overtime pay.

The meeting lasted for an hour and a half, and at the end Jiang Zhuo was left behind by Mr. Xu.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the empty meeting room, there were two people standing. The winter radiance enveloped the two of them. They had different moods and different responses.

Mr. Xu looked at the familiar scenery outside the window and sighed softly.

He watched Jiang Zhuo grow up, so he naturally cared more about him than others.

"Go and relax. I don't want to force you. This company will still rely on your help in the future."

Jiang Zhuo couldn't understand Mr. Xu's meaning very well. He has really been a little lazy in recent days.

If Mr. Xu knew that he did this because of Fu Shixin, what kind of reaction would he have?

"Don't worry, I won't delay my work."

"Ah."

Mr. Xu chatted with him a few more words about the project that he talked about last night, and then sent him back.

When Jiang Zhuo returned to the office, Secretary Li and Fu Shixin were not there. He glanced at the wristwatch on his hand, and they should have dinner at this time.

He pushed open the office door, and a cup of steaming coffee and an exquisite lunch box were placed on the table.

The logo on the lunch box is a well-known restaurant in the city, and he has been there several times with Mr. Xu.

The food there was light and delicious, which was quite to his taste.

However, this restaurant does not have takeaway food. When he went there to eat, he heard from others that this restaurant often delivers meals to VIP customers.

The VIP of the restaurant is not something that a person can become by spending [-] to [-] yuan. Looking at his company, the only VIPs who can own the restaurant are Mr. Xu and Fu Shixin.

Mr. Xu took him there, he is not a VIP, besides Mr. Xu, there is only Fu Shixin.

Jiang Zhuo walked around the desk and sat down, looked at the lunch box on the table but did not refuse.

He has been busy since he entered the company, and he is really hungry. He pushed the coffee aside, and started to eat lunch slowly.

There are four side dishes in the lunch box, one portion of rice, one portion of clear soup, the portion is not heavy, just enough to finish eating.

Looking at the style of the side dishes, I have to say that Fu Shixin took his heart, and every dish has his favorite taste.

After lunch, Jiang Zhuo left the lunch box behind, and poured out the cold coffee beside him.

When he returned to the table and saw the lunch box, he thought about sending money to Fu Shixin, but when he thought that he had already deleted someone's contact information, he thought about it and gave up.

Fu Shixin came back from dinner with Secretary Li, surrounded by men and women who wanted to strike up a conversation with him.

He declined everyone to sit with Secretary Li. Because he missed the people in the office, he got up and wanted to knock on the door, but he backed away.

After Secretary Li got together with Feng Wenke, he heard more or less about Fu Shixin and Jiang Zhuo, but because Jiang Zhuo was his immediate boss, he always remained neutral and never deliberately talked to Fu Shixin about their relationship. .

This is still the case.

Jiang Zhuo, who was sitting in the office, heard the noise outside the office and knew that Fu Shixin and the others had returned. He got up and opened the door with his lunch box, and saw Fu Shixin standing in front of the door hesitating.

"come in."

Jiang Zhuo glanced at Secretary Li, put the lunch box behind his back, and said to Fu Shixin.

Fu Shixin always has the character of being cheap and good-looking, and he can also open up the dyeing workshop. Seeing Jiang Zhuo let go, the look on his face is in stark contrast to the previous hesitation.

"Is the food delicious?" Seeing Jiang Zhuo holding the lunch box, he could probably guess that he ate it.

"Well, thank you."

Jiang Zhuo put the lunch box on the coffee table in the office, "How much is it, I'll give it back to you."

When talking about money, Fu Shixin's face suddenly fell down.

"No need." He picked up the lunch box on the table, gave him a face without hesitation, closed the door and left.

Jiang Zhuo thought it was funny, was this the man he knew with a strong aura who loves to be cute?

Now the whole doormat?

After the lunch break, Jiang Zhuo continued to work, but Fu Shixin really kept his promise and didn't bother him again.

Before getting off work, Jiang Zhuo received a call from Feng Wenke, and he expected his call.

The two made an appointment on the phone to meet.

He hung up the phone, tidied up the desk, picked up the coat hanging by the door, put it on and left.

Walking out of the office, when Jiang Zhuo saw Fu Shixin raising his harmless face, he paused, but didn't say anything.

Fu Shixin immediately got up and followed behind him.

The place where Jiang Zhuo and Feng Wenke made an appointment was a high-end bar in this city, and it was because of this bar that Jiang Zhuo and Fu Shixin got entangled.

He stood outside the bar door, looked at the feasting lights around him, took a deep breath, and raised his legs to enter.

The bar now is no longer as chaotic as it was when he was in school. The bar will have a special reception room, a special rest area, a swimming area, a bar, and a public area, dance floor, etc.

Jiang Zhuo reported the reserved private room at the front desk, and was led by the waiter to the door of the private room. As for Fu Shixin, who followed him all the way, seeing him entering the bar, he felt a strange feeling in his heart.

The face that was originally a harmless animal was instantly cold, and the warmth that could only be seen towards Jiang Zhuo was instantly replaced by indifference.

He asked the owner of the bar to ask about Jiang Zhuo's private room, and deliberately opened a room next to his private room.

When Jiang Zhuo walked into the private room, Feng Wenke was already drunk.

Seeing him coming in, he drunkenly got up to welcome him, but stumbled over the corner of the table and fell to the ground.

Jiang Zhuo looked at him, a big man, repeatedly getting drunk because of his ex-boyfriend, and was furious. If he wasn't drunk, he really wanted to slam the door and leave.

"Get up." Jiang Zhuo's roar made Feng Wenke sober.

He staggered up, grabbed Jiang Zhuo's sleeve and began to cry, "Did you see, he..."

"He... came to look for me again."

"I hate myself for not forgetting him."