Become the white moonlight of the attack

A week later

Jiang Zhuo appeared in the departure hall of Didu International Airport as the first batch of company employees traveling. He was accompanied by hundreds of employees of the company, including Secretary Li and Fu Shixin.

Jiang Zhuo was a little surprised by Fu Shixin's appearance. It stands to reason that he, the crown prince, does not care about this kind of public holiday travel.

But thinking about what he thought of him, it was intentional that he would fly economy class with them.

Jiang Zhuo is pushing the luggage and doing the final counting.

There were a lot of people going this time, and they were divided into two groups. Jiang Zhuo took one group of people, and the other deputy manager took another group of people to follow on the next flight.

The plane took off on time, and the first group of employees boarded the plane according to their seats.

Jiang Zhuo's seat was next to Secretary Li's. When he sat down and saw that the person next to him was replaced by Fu Shixin, he was not surprised at all. If this person hadn't changed his seat, it wouldn't be him.

Fu Shixin was very quiet along the way, and he kept his eyes on the table. Jiang Zhuo glanced at it from the corner of his eye and found that he was reading English materials. He didn't understand the specifics.

The plane arrived on time. When it arrived in Country R, ​​it was [-]:[-] pm in the local area. Jiang Zhuo took his colleagues to the designated hotel, checked in, and let everyone move freely after the room cards were distributed.

Jiang Zhuo was also a little tired from the long-distance flight. After distributing the room cards and telling everyone some precautions, he went upstairs alone.

Like everyone else, his room is an economy room arranged by the company. The only special thing is that he is a single room, and the rest are double rooms.

His room is next to Secretary Li, who lives with another secretary of the administrative department.

As for Fu Shixin, he paid out of his own pocket to live in the presidential suite.

He didn't ask where Fu Shixin lived, as long as he didn't make any fuss, the farther away from him the better.

Jiang Zhuo lay on the bed and fell asleep quickly.

When he woke up again, he was awakened by the ringing of his mobile phone. He reached for the mobile phone on the table in a daze, and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. He sat up, cleared his voice, and pressed the answer button.

"Hello, hello." When Jiang Zhuo answered the phone, he habitually raised the end of his voice, which made it a pleasure for the listeners.

The person on the other end of the phone didn't speak for a long time.

Jiang Zhuo glanced at the display screen again, wanting to ask again, but heard the male voice he was most familiar with coming from the receiver.

"Zhuo...it's me"

The man's voice was as melodious as a lark's, but his vibrato was so obvious that those who listened to him could tell that he was nervous just once.

Jiang Zhuo was dumb, Ming Jing's eyes gradually dimmed, and his face became more and more rigid.

This voice disappeared from his side for two years, two years?

When he could hardly remember the voice, he just appeared around him so unexpectedly.

Jiang Zhuo's throat rolled and his throat was as uncomfortable as being crawled by thousands of ants. He resisted the discomfort in his heart and called out the other party's name.

"Zhao Ran?"

The other party seemed very happy and responded to him immediately.

"It's me, I'm back."

Jiang Zhuo's face became paler and paler, and the most painful scene flashed before his eyes.

He clenched his fists tightly and pursed his lips tightly, restraining the urge to hang up the phone.

Seeing that he didn't reply for a long time, Zhao Ran talked to himself. He was a little excited and spoke incoherently.

"I'm back, can we...can we meet? Are you still there? Are you still working in the original company?"

Jiang Zhuo frowned, "I'm out of town."

"When are you coming back?" Zhao Ran asked eagerly.

Jiang Zhuo was full of sarcasm, "Why, you still plan to chase Feng Wenke back?"

There was silence.

Jiang Zhuo was very irritable, and felt a puff of air stuck in his chest, making him unable to breathe.

He pulled his neck, trying to let himself take a big breath, "Wait for me to come back, I will call you back."

The phone was hung up by Jiang Zhuo resolutely, and he turned off the phone and threw it on the bed.

If it weren't for his good self-cultivation, he really wanted to curse at her.

How could he still have the face to come to him!

Jiang Zhuo could no longer be quiet in the room, he got up and wanted to drink some wine to relieve the pain in his heart.

He changed into gray casual clothes and opened the door, leaving the glasses he usually wears beside the bedside table.

When Fu Shixin came to look for Jiang Zhuo, he happened to pass him by.

There was no one in the room, and the phone was turned off. Fu Shixin could only call to ask Secretary Li. Secretary Li didn't know what Jiang Zhuo was thinking about. He could only hang around in the hotel, hoping to be lucky enough to meet him.

Jiang Zhuo came to the hotel bar alone, because it was daytime, there were very few people in the bar, only a few people sitting in the corner chatting.

Jiang Zhuo walked by and attracted some people's attention.

He went to the bar and asked the bartender to order a bottle of spirits. The bartender saw that he was in a bad mood, so he didn't give him a bottle, but said to give him one by one.

Jiang Zhuo didn't want to worry about these things, so he took a drink from the glass handed over by the bartender.

The spicy stimulation stimulated his taste buds and stimulated every nerve in him. Jiang Zhuo's drinking capacity was not right when he graduated from school. In the position of general manager, the entertainment has gradually decreased, and the drinking has also become much less. Until now, the amount of alcohol has decreased somewhat.

He didn't have the habit of drinking too much, but in the past two months, he drank unconsciously again and again, and did some ridiculous things, which caused him a lot of headaches.

Sometimes Jiang Zhuo thought that he might as well just follow Fu Shixin, even if he was sad after the debauchery, but every time he woke up, he vetoed his absurd decisions again and again.

He promised grandma to live well, didn't he?

After drinking cup after cup of strong wine, the tingling sensation in my throat became less and less, and my fair little face gradually turned rosy.

He didn't wear glasses because he walked in a hurry, and the pair of phoenix eyes under the broken hair were a little blurred because of drinking.

The blurred eyes, flushed cheeks, moist red lips, and the coquettish expression in his eyes make people daydream.

Soon, two men with evil intentions walked up to him with a smile and patted his shoulder.

The two of them felt itchy when they saw Jiang Zhuo's charming look.

"Brother, do you need us to accompany you?" The man holding Jiang Zhuo's shoulder slowly moved his hand down his back. He squinted at Jiang Zhuo while licking his lips.

Jiang Zhuo raised his eyes and stared at the man, and shook off the man's dishonest hand on his waist in dissatisfaction.

"Thank you no need."

Jiang Zhuo stood up with a cold face, his face was obviously angry, but because he didn't have glasses to cover it up, it seemed more and more like he was about to refuse.

"Little handsome guy, don't go, since we're all here, why don't we go together, it's boring to be alone."

The two men in front of them didn't want to let Jiang Zhuo go.

Because Jiang Zhuo had an empty stomach and drank too fast, his stomach was rolling, and he was very uncomfortable.

Not wanting to continue to entangle with these two people, he waved his hands and strode forward.

The food in his mouth could not easily make him run away, the two men blocked each other from left to right, and Jiang Zhuo was tightly locked between them.

"What are you doing!"

Standing at the door of the bar, Fu Shixin saw that Jiang Zhuo was captured by two men, so he stepped forward and yelled at them loudly. Behind Fu Shixin was Secretary Li and several colleagues.

The two men who stopped Jiang Zhuo seemed too crowded, so they had to let Jiang Zhuo go.

Secretary Li looked at Fu Shixin's face ashen, and he supported Jiang Zhuo first.

"Boss Jiang, are you okay?"

"It's okay, you guys play, I'll go back first."

Watching Jiang Zhuo leave, Secretary Li was really worried and could only follow behind him.

The colleagues who came with Fu Shixin and Secretary Li saw that Jiang Zhuo was accompanied, so they stayed to drink. They asked Fu Shixin if they wanted to come together.

Fu Shixin shook his face and left without looking back.

As dinner time approached, the number of people in the hotel lobby gradually increased. Fu Shixin held back his anger and followed Jiang Zhuo and Secretary Li silently all the way.

Every time Fu Shixin took a step, the scene just now was looping in front of his eyes like a movie.

Jiang Zhuo and Secretary Li stopped in front of Jiang Zhuo's door, Jiang Zhuo opened the door, but before Secretary Li responded, Fu Shixin quickly pulled Jiang Zhuo's arm and pushed him away, closing the door with him.

Outside the room was Secretary Li's worried expression, while inside the room was Fu Shixin's unconcealable resentment.

Fu Shixin held Jiang Zhuo's wrist tightly, his handsome face obviously lost his reason and flew into a rage,

"What are you, why are you only fierce to me, why don't you push them away, don't you know what they want to do!"

Jiang Zhuo didn't want to talk because of the churning in his stomach, and let Fu Shixin scold him.

"Speak up! Or did you say you were right? All your defenses were against me!"

With the smell of alcohol, Jiang Zhuo had a splitting headache. He suppressed the stomach pain and said a few words in a low voice,

"I didn't let you manage!"

"Damn!" Fu Shixin kicked the corner of the table next to him violently, causing a loud noise, which made Secretary Li, who was still standing outside the door, tremble with fear.

"You didn't let me handle it!" Fu Shixin turned around and wanted to leave, but when he looked at the door in front of him, he clenched and loosened his hand on the doorknob, his cold face showed compromise.

He turned around and yelled at Jiang Zhuo angrily with red eyes: "I don't care about you, who cares about you, don't even think about leaving me in your life!"

Jiang Zhuo couldn't bear it anymore, and spit it all out with one mouth.

Fu Shixin, who was about to curse just now, panicked when he saw Jiang Zhuo like this.

"Zhuo, how are you?" He strode forward, supported Jiang Zhuo's back, and patted him gently.

"It's hard, isn't it?"

He thought it was rare to see Jiang Zhuo like this, and he didn't have such a big reaction when he was drunk a few times before.

Jiang Zhuo put aside Fu Shixin's hand, he was very mindful of any physical contact with him.

"At this time, do you still care about these?"

Fu Shixin was speechless, watching him vomit his stomach, and hurriedly fetched water for him to rinse his mouth.

Jiang Zhuo, who had emptied his stomach, felt much more relaxed. He was hugged by Fu Shixin and sat down on the sofa.

His face was really pale, probably because he vomited, his body was weak, he was supported by Fu Shixin, and he just slumped against him without caring about whether it was right or not.

Jiang Zhuo was not drunk, but dizzy. The dizziness made him rest his head on Fu Shixin's lap quietly. Fu Shixin was gently stroking his back. He was very comfortable and didn't want to push away.

Gradually he became silent, as if falling asleep.

Fu Shixin slowed down his movements and stared at the resting person with closed eyes seriously.

His phoenix eyes were slightly closed, and the thick and slender eye hair cast a faint shadow under his eyes, which was even more pitiful because of his pale face.

There was still a strong smell of vomiting in the air, but Fu Shixin enjoyed sleeping with his lap hugged.

If it weren't for the unbearable vomiting, he really hoped that time would freeze here.

Fu Shixin approached Jiang Zhuo's ear, and his lips fell on his earlobe on purpose. He raised his hand and patted his shoulder lightly, with a triumphant smile on Junxiu's face.

"Zhuo?"

The author has something to say: Jiang Jiang: What do you want to do?

Fu Fu: You are already asleep, what are you afraid of?