On the daily life of nemesis

"Okay, I said before that as long as I get what I want, the cooperation between you and me can end here." The man half-folded his hands on his knees, and at the same time there was a trace of light in his eyes. Looking peacefully at the person opposite, he said.

After he finished speaking, Zou Huocheng immediately stood up, walked around the coffee table without looking back, and the man who had been sitting on the sofa did not look at his figure until the corner of his mouth suddenly curled up. With a deep smile, he said softly, "Hey, the young people nowadays really have personality, I hope you and I don't have any cooperation in the future." After the man finished speaking, he suddenly raised his glass and took a sip. Take a sip of wine.

After Zou Huocheng came out of the guild hall, he didn't think of going home. Looking at the bright moon in the night, his thoughts were a little disturbed for a moment. The cold evening wind blew on him and he shivered. Thinking about it, he suddenly took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, flipped up and down the address book with his slender fingers, and accidentally found that person's phone number, thinking that the two of them hadn't talked since that day, and they didn't know who he was. How is it?

He didn't pay attention to the movements in his hands, but suddenly the phone was dialed. When he heard the electronic "didi" sound next to his ear, Zou Huocheng held the phone to his ear, but he didn't wait for him. Talking, the person on the other end of the phone suddenly said, "Hey, Huo Cheng, why did you call me?"

"Maybe I just miss you, how are you okay?" Leaning halfway beside the car, he asked with a smile on his brows, his tone seemed to be filled with a hint of amiability because of the thought of that person, but He didn't know his expression.

"I'm packing my luggage." But at this moment, who was far away at home, He and Xi were holding their mobile phones to their ears, and on the other side were busy packing all kinds of luggage. He didn't hear anything, but subconsciously responded to him, that day In the final analysis, Huo Cheng helped me with the matter. Without him, I might not know whether I am dead or alive now. However, last time he left in a hurry, I didn't have a chance to say thank you to him. It's more than reason, you should say thank you to him.

But he and Xi pursed their lips, put down the clothes in their hands, and said sincerely, "Huocheng, thank you for what happened last time, if it weren't for you...I..." Before he finished speaking, suddenly After being picked up by the person on the other end of the phone, he and Xi were a little dazed for a moment.

After hearing this sentence, a bitter smile crossed the corner of Zou Huocheng's mouth, and then he pretended to be calm and said, "Hey, what happened last time was just a coincidence, so you don't have to worry about it. Isn't it going on vacation? I'm going to Switzerland to deal with some things, so I wish you a happy vacation in advance."

"I...Okay, thank you." He and Xi wanted to say something, but the words were on the verge of their mouths but they couldn't say them, and finally they could only subconsciously respond to him. After a while The phone was hung up suddenly, and the luggage in his hand was only half packed, but for some reason, he just couldn't think about this trip.

Zou Huocheng's hand holding the mobile phone was gradually stiffened by the wind. After a while, a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he muttered to himself, "Idiot, just because that person is you, everything Everything is just for you." The faint voice drifted in the wind, but no emotion could be heard, but there was a hint of vibrato unconsciously when he spoke at the end.

Even at night, his office is still brightly lit. With the light yellow light, he can see the content of the planning book on the table. The weather has gradually become cooler these days. He always catches some diseases when he is sick, no, he didn't pay attention to rest on time these days, colds and other things come one after another, coughing echoes in the office every once in a while, and his eyes are inadvertently swollen and astringent , his eyes look like this when he stares at things for a long time at night, but Xiang Zhutong didn't pay attention to it. He always drips some eye drops to perfunctory things. Day after day, this vision is also the same. It's getting worse.

Just as he was rubbing his eyes, the phone on the side suddenly vibrated. When he took the phone to look at it, he realized that there was a reminder message for a new friend on WeChat. When he clicked on the message bar, What emerged was a profile picture of a gourmet food. Look at the name again, the king of sweets...

This name is a bit sharp, do you know this person yourself?With doubts, Xiang Zhuyou clicked the accept box, and the next second, the weird king of sweets sent himself a message, "Is the curator still working?" Hey, dare to talk to yourself like that Yes, that's the only person, but how could he have his own WeChat?

Just as he was thinking, Xiang Zhuyou quickly typed "Yeah, the handsome man is still working overtime, why? Are you still awake?" After he finished typing and sending, he saw that it was showing that the other party was typing In the middle, another message came over, "Didn't sleep, it's too early and I can't sleep, you are working so late, I have to study anyway, don't you?"

This little ghost, it's really funny... Looking at the news on the phone, Xiang Zhulian couldn't help but shook his head and smiled. Before he could speak, the phone he was holding suddenly vibrated Xiang Zhuyou was so frightened that he almost threw the phone away. When he stabilized his mind, he saw that the other party called him suddenly. After much deliberation, Xiang Zhuyou still pressed the answer button.

"Why didn't you reply me when I sent you a message?" I could only hear the child on the other side of the phone say a little dissatisfied, and the other party wanted to respond, but he only felt a tickle in his throat, and he still couldn't restrain it. Coughed up.

"Cough...cough..." The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be deliberately lowering his voice and coughing softly, but no matter how much he held back, he and Xi still heard it, listening to his voice It seems to be sick.

"Are you sick?" Xiang Zhudi calmed down for a while, then took a deep breath to calm down and leaned back on the chair, and then he responded, "It's nothing, it's just a cold, isn't it me?" Didn't take the time to read the news, you're going on vacation so I don't mean I have to stop working, what should be done still has to be done." His voice was a little hoarse, no matter how uncomfortable his throat was, he was still the same Brace yourself to talk to him.

"Then why didn't you say it earlier, I'm still... Hey, you are really a workaholic."