I see myself

The negotiating partner hasn't arrived yet, the more nervous Xiao Xiao is, the more he likes to talk useless words, he sits on a chair, turns another empty chair next to him with his hand, and the other party says:

"Do you think the chair here is very comfortable to sit on?"

I didn't expect to get an answer, so I muttered to myself:

"There seems to be this brand in China. When I went to A Jia Company, their high-level executives used this brand, but it is a bit expensive, and it costs more than 6."

Wang Yan is used to ignoring the noise in her ears, and checks with the translator for the key information to be emphasized.

Fang Zhan looked up at her,

"Do you feel comfortable?"

What Wang Yan was saying was interrupted,

"what?"

Quickly trying to keep up with the brain circuit of his own boss, recalling the noise just now,

"A chair? It's comfortable."

Fang Zhan nodded,

"Go back and ask the purchasing department to buy a batch."

Wang Yan glanced at Xiao Xiao, Xiao Xiao glanced at Wang Yan,

"Is it the whole company?"

Fang Zhan raised his eyebrows,

"if not?"

"Long live the boss!"

Xiao Xiao flattered her with a smile.

Then he asked tentatively,

"Although the business car in the company can still be used, after all, we usually need to queue up to pick up people. Do you want to upgrade it too?"

"You can choose by yourself."

Xiao Xiao let out a wow.

Fang Zhan: "Have I ever treated you harshly?"

Xiao Xiao: "No, you just never talk to me."

Someone in the team couldn't help laughing, and then the tense atmosphere in the entire meeting room eased a little.

They guessed that the boss was in such a good mood, he must be very confident about the next negotiation. Thinking of this, their confidence was also a little bit stronger.

And the only person present who felt bad was Wang Yan, who was extremely ambitious.

Before she woke up early in the morning, she heard her boss tell her to cancel her trip back to China in the next few days. She was so scared that she thought there was another accident somewhere, and the miller project would be extended again.

As a result, I heard from the boss that after the negotiation with the last partner today, he wanted to take a vacation for himself and stay in Europe for a few more days.

Oh, vacation.

She has worked in Kai Nuo for more than three years, and she has never heard these two words from her boss except for the statutory holiday of the Spring Festival.

She wanted to change jobs again, and she felt that Ke Nuo was going to be finished.

Everything went smoothly, and even the 5 percent profit that was originally used as a hole card was not allowed out, and the other party had already signed the contract.

For the rest, just wait for the companies that have already negotiated to sue Miller for monopoly, and it will be time for the results to be handed over to him after the matter ferments.

Fang Zhan was on his way back to the hotel when he received a call from Mr. Liu.

There was a band playing on the street, and a white-haired aunt in sportswear and a puppy danced vaguely in circles beside her.

His good mood has been listening to his instructor why he sent Jiang Yansheng to him.

"Last year I took him to an exchange meeting organized by Yale University, and I wanted him to study there. As a result, he was in a manic period. Before he went, he drove drunk and went to the hospital. A well-known scholar stood up and refuted his remarks directly during his speech. In the end...the scene was quite ugly at the time, and I also felt ashamed. In addition, I didn't know he was sick at the time, so I said... .”

The teacher gave a wry smile,

"I just said that he deserves to be laughed at by others. God is blind to put talents that others can't ask for. He is a piece of trash with nothing."

Fang Zhan opened his mouth, feeling his heart throbbing,

"What disease?"

"Inherited bipolar, and a relatively rare mixed type."

"Bipolar?"

"Did he not show it in front of you?"

Fang Zhan was silent and did not speak, but Teacher Liu got the answer from it, as if he had encountered a miracle,

"No wonder, no wonder Jiang Qi said that you might be able to persuade him..."

A taxi stopped at the entrance of the hotel, and he easily recognized the familiar figure from a distance of more than ten steps.

He stopped, interrupting the teacher's vague soliloquy,

"Jiang Qi?"

"I didn't want to tell you this at first, but Jiang Qi said that Xiao Jiang has been looking for you for so many years, maybe you are special to him, so I decided to tell you."

Fang Zhan actually vaguely guessed the answer, but he still asked,

"Why is he looking for me?"

The teacher asked in surprise,

"You don't know? Jiang Qi said you should remember."

Fang Zhan can clearly recall every year and every month since he was 8 years old, and he is very sure that he has not dealt with Jiang Yansheng since he was 8 years old.

——That would only be before the age of 8.

But if he was really kidnapped with Jiang Yansheng, how could he suddenly appear in Beijing before he was 8 years old?

Why didn't his parents mention it?

The teacher is still there to persuade,

"Since you can get along well with him, why don't you see if there is a chance for him to go back to school for further studies. With his ability, he should never stop here today."

Fang Zhan let out a breath slowly, and responded,

"I see, thank you for your trouble."

What he said was like Jiang Yansheng's parents, the teacher was taken aback for a moment, then laughed,

"There's no need to worry about it. If he really passes through my hands and hasn't embarked on the academic path, then I will be unwilling to die."

Fang Zhan paused, twitched the corners of his mouth, but still didn't smile.

The figure in sight walked up the steps in front of the hotel, stopped by the stone pillar, and fiddled with his phone. Soon, he knew what the young master was doing, because he received a message on his phone

--You back to the hotel yet?

He thanked the instructor again, and waited until the other party hung up the phone before taking back the phone.

Jiang Yansheng noticed that someone stopped behind him, looked back, and saw Fang Zhan wearing a beige coat, so the irritability in his eyes dissipated, and he grinned,

"I also want to surprise you."

Fang Zhan was in a trance for a moment.

The young master in his mouth may be terrible and disappointing, or it may be a mental illness in the literal sense as the teacher said.

But in his eyes, he will rely on himself, he will care about every word he says, he will open his eyes and write love on his face as soon as he sees him, and he will inadvertently make himself feel like laughing.

And these are enough.

Enough for him to directly touch the temperature of this world, enough for him to feel that biphasic is not a problem.

So he put away all his emotions, reached out and rubbed the head of the person in front of him as usual, and asked,

"Do you want to take a walk outside?"

The young master rolled his Adam's apple and held his hand,

"I'm afraid I can't help it."

Fang Zhan was slightly stunned, then laughed, and held his hand backwards,

"Let's go."

...

When it was almost the last step, they couldn't stand each other again. In the end, the young master couldn't bear it and changed to coaxing him with a hoarse voice.

His eyes were burning, and he spoke in a soft tone. The tip of his nose was dripping with sweat. Fang Zhan somehow reminded Fang Zhan that when he was in Yancheng, he said with a cold expression that he would go his own way in the future without interfering with each other.

What was the young master thinking at that time? The mentor gave him expectations and showed him a wider world, and then threw him down and called him a waste.

And when he stretched out his hand to him, he grabbed himself without a long memory.

How did he warn himself?

Oh, it seems to say that I am too greedy.

He was right, he was indeed greedy.

Jiang Yansheng was dazed by the sudden long and hot kiss, and before he could figure out where Fang Zhan's strength came from, his whole body was pinned to the head of the bed with his wrists clasped.

Finally struggling, he could only grit his teeth and ask:

"Is there lube?"

Fang Zhan glanced at him,

"What do you think."

Young master don't give up,

"Have you bought a set?"

Fang Zhan paused,

"You want to use it?"

Jiang Yansheng nodded,

"think."

"Really?"

"real."

As soon as Fang Zhan loosened his hand, the people under him got up and wanted to run.

He pulled him back with a half-smile,

"I forgot, it's by the bed."

The hotel is fully equipped with all the equipment, the young master trembled all over,

"You wait."

Fang Zhan: "...Why are you so cowardly?"

...

The young master forced himself to stand up from the scattered clothes, walked to the door of the bathroom, then turned around and gave Fang Zhan a middle finger.

Fang Zhan looked at him sideways, and just as he was about to say something, he saw the young master making intimate contact with the ground again.

"..."

He laughed unconscionably, then stood up, walked over and smashed the person into the bathtub with his arms crossed.

Saying it was smashing, the actual action was gentle, and he kept protecting the young master with his hands.

Jiang Yansheng avoided his gaze again, looked at the shower, and said awkwardly,

"You are finished, Fang Zhan, you have to be responsible to me."

Fang Zhan is as good as a stream,

"I understand, I touch porcelain, and I am in charge."

Jiang Yansheng moved his lips aggrievedly, the corners of his mouth twitched, and then covered his eyes with his hands.

Fang Zhan turned on the shower with a smile, stretched out his hand to adjust the temperature, and when the water temperature was just right, he pointed the water directly at the young master's face,

"Baby, take your hands away."

The young master didn't move for a long time.

He finally realized that something was wrong, threw the shower aside, and leaned over to pick the young master's hand, it was funny,

"No, you are shy at this time..." What shame?

and many more.

He looked at the wet corners of the young master's eyes in astonishment, but he couldn't tell whether it was tears or the water from the shower just now.

"you..."

Jiang Yansheng felt ashamed with red eyes, and tried to avoid his sight, but Fang Zhan thought that he really couldn't bear this kind of thing, and his face gradually became ugly.

In the end, he stood up, ready to give the young master an independent space to relax.

As a result, as soon as he reached the door, a hoarse voice came from behind,

"Where the hell do you want to go?"

Fang Zhan paused, turned around and asked tentatively,

"Shall I clean it up for you?"

The young master turned his head away, feeling embarrassed and aggrieved, and then endured and endured, the tears hanging in his eyes pattered and fell out.

The corners of Fang Zhan's mouth curled up, and he tried hard to restrain himself, but halfway through the restraint failed, he turned around and put his hand over his mouth and smiled silently.

Returning to the bed after a simple wash, he held her in his arms and fell into a dream again.

This time he didn't become a young master, nor did he float in the air. He was still wearing the clothes before going to bed, stepped on the floor, pushed open the door, and saw Jiang Yansheng lying in the bathtub with a pale face, blood flowing His fingertips dripped, and then he seemed to be able to see himself, and slowly showed a relieved smile in this direction.

The author has something to say: Countdown to memory recovery 2/3

(I really don't want to change π_πballball)