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"We have no intention of selling at this stage," Bu Heng maintained a calm tone, which made his refusal seem less blunt. "We just want to get help."

"This is different from what I said at the beginning." When it came to business, the other party finally looked professional, "But I am willing to listen to your quotation."

"As a show of good faith, we are open to further evaluation."

"The core is also open?"

"..."

It was a joke, of course, but the conversation stalled.

The main reason is that both sides felt that they were at a disadvantage, and that the other party was not as pleasing to the eye as they were at first, at least Bu Heng felt a little frustrated.

He murmured, ready to say goodbye.

At this moment, the other party made an unexpected move.

"There's a private fundraiser on the weekend, you can go there and try your luck."

The other party took out the membership invitation card from the drawer under the coffee table, and they may have prepared it long ago.

Bu Heng took it with both hands, "What kind of benefits do you want for this kind of matchmaking?"

"You have your own ideas, but companies with comparable strengths will not be willing." The other party rested his chin... clenched his hands into fists and pressed it under the side of the helmet, "However, we and other interested companies can share the same cup Soup. What do you think?"

To put it simply, the other side encouraged him to find more benefactors, but he was still a father.

"Thank you for your generosity." Bu Heng smiled, but didn't say anything.

"Last time I wanted to keep you for dinner, don't you know if it's okay?"

"..."

Come, come, the scumbag wants to make up for the strange psychological projection of his first love.

"I have an appointment." Bu Heng emphasized, "It's a very important person."

"Oh," the other party smiled shortly, without changing his sitting position, but took a deep look at him through the helmet.

Heady.

Bu Heng suddenly felt that this invitation was not very fragrant.

But he's still going.

Because Zhang Huanming, who has always regarded himself very highly, said that there are many big shots here, and the news that comes out can make the whole city tremble.

"Have you been there?" Buheng did have an appointment with Zhang Huanming at night, and when he said this, he was holding sliced ​​potatoes and throwing them into the pot.

The aroma of beef brisket wafts in the air, making people move their index fingers.

He added two more fragrant leaves.

"Try your craft later, if it's not delicious..."

"You can order takeaway, I just save trouble."

Bu Heng now regrets that he once cooked in the sun, so he was squeezed by the old fox.

"Hmph," Zhang Huanming held a disposable plastic cup containing the mineral water he had just brought up, "I am one of the initiators."

"You?" Bu Heng held the shovel and turned around hearing the sound.

This golden finger is too big!

"What kind of eyes do you have... I recorded a workplace variety show. At that time, I made friends with a few key people, so I was able to get in the circle."

It seems to be the case.

Bu Heng rolled his eyes, wasn't Zhang Huanming just a wangpo selling melons before, selling melons and boasting?This stinky and shameless old fox!

"What's the use of taking this kind of invitation, it's better to come to Gao Sheng's industry exchange meeting. I'll take you there."

"Where are your lovely Omegas?"

As a veteran who is familiar with human affairs, Zhang Huanming showed a distressed expression, "I seem to be cursed. When I was studying, those Omega were obviously very cute, but now they all look hateful."

"Oh—" Bu Heng nodded.

"Just say something."

"How is Qi Tian?"

Zhang Huanming thought for a few seconds, "Who are you talking about?"

Bu Heng almost didn't react, he described Qi Tian's special hair color, "It looks a bit malnourished."

This is what Luo Yizhou said back then.

Zhang Huanming: "Oh, that...is he in jail?"

Bu Heng shook his hands and poured all the salt in the spoon into the pot.

Zhang Huanming: "Hello!"

"Don't interrupt!" Bu Heng stared at Zhang Huanming, not letting go of the slightest change in the other's expression, and was shocked to find that the other party did not lie to him.

What a joke!

Bu Heng had been having nightmares that night.In his dream, what he faced was a world broken down into puzzles, he had no origin, no way back; or the city was surrounded by zombies, he had no food, no companions...

After waking up, Bu Heng brushed his teeth harder than usual, then he paused, and spit out blood-tinged toothpaste foam.

Damn, the gums are bleeding.

"Let's just destroy it together." Bu Heng cursed softly at the mirror.

What happened to Qi Tian?

he does not know.

Because - all the plots in the APP have been reset.He can only see the plots that have already happened, with his cannon fodder as the main perspective.

Bu Heng didn't want to recall seeing the text with himself as the first protagonist, so embarrassed that he could dig out an air-raid shelter and go in for refuge.

The current APP is equivalent to only having an archive function.

What's the use of this?

This is the first time I have seen such an app like Bengcheng.

Bu Heng put on the beige suit that Zhang Huanming had prepared for him. His hair was not tied up randomly, but he combed it out with hairspray and put it on the nape of his neck.He had his hair cut after returning to China, and at the current length, he doesn't have to worry about being seen as a performance artist.

Zhang Huanming came to pick him up, entered the banquet hall of the hotel, and seeing the jackets and old shoes walking around, Buheng realized that he had been fooled.

"The people here obviously dress very casually!" Bu Heng gritted his teeth, feeling that he was really going to get angry.

Zhang Huanming and the people walking towards him greeted each other with smiles, and after they left, they teased, "This is the first time you've shown your face."

Bu Heng said in his heart, he is a cannon fodder, why is he so high-profile.

He took off his white suit and wore a simple cotton shirt underneath, which was finally less eye-catching.

Zhang Huanming sighed exaggeratedly.

Bu Heng took a glass of drink and stood on the edge by himself.

But his side face is well-defined, his body is slender, and his posture with a goblet is hard to ignore.

When Luo Yizhou entered the door, seeing him suddenly, his progress stopped suddenly.

"You are such a smart person, grandpa always praises you, why did you do something like put Gao Sheng as a pigeon." The chatterer pushed him, "Don't lose the chain today."

"...Mmm." Luo Yizhou didn't care.

"Did you hear that?"

The speaker was Ge Ying's nephew, Uncle Luo Yizhou's son, Ge Hong.

Luo Yizhou was overjoyed because he saw Bu Heng, but he also felt a little unhappy.

The people who appeared here were all because of Gao Sheng.

Bu Heng appeared here, because of whom?

The secretary has been lowering her sense of existence, and seeing that Luo Yizhou is in a bad mood, "Boss?"

Luo Yizhou came back to his senses, he turned sideways and let Ge Hongyuan's billowing figure cover him.

"Cousin, you have more experience than me, so I'll leave it to you if it's not as good as Gao Sheng's list." After speaking, Luo Yizhou signaled the secretary to come out with him.

"Are you serious? This is... well, brother will help you put out the fire." Ge Hong stopped asking and laughed.

He happily accepted the big order, so naturally he had no time to worry about what Luo Yizhou was thinking.

Luo Yizhou didn't care either.

He looked at the secretary, "You can go back. Also, I want to buy your suit."

Secretary: "This, this is Taobao goods..."

"I'll buy it from you."

"?"

Can money, money still be earned like this?

Luo Yizhou wore an ill-fitting, loose navy blue suit, and approached Bu Heng step by step.

The banquet hall is a square space, surrounded by oil paintings that no one cares about.Bu Heng stood outside the oak frame, forming another painting with his own good color.

He likes the other party to wear light-colored clothes.

Sometimes Bu Heng would show a slight look of pity, very innocent.

He thinks the most suitable color for each other is white.

Amid the melodious music, Luo Yizhou stopped, and Bu Heng turned around after he didn't wait long.

"Why are you here?" Sure enough, Bu Heng would be surprised.

He was different, his emotions were locked in a box and he rarely showed them.

Luo Yizhou held the gray computer bag cautiously.

Bu Heng looked at Luo Yizhou, "Didn't you go to your home for an internship?"

Although he wore a tie, he was clearly pretending to be an adult.

Something very unpleasant must have happened to Luo Yizhou, he pursed his lips and said stubbornly, "That's not my home."

Bu Heng instinctively felt that Luo Yizhou had something to say, so he stood nervously behind him, and he couldn't just run away.

Once again he fell into the dilemma of not knowing what to say, so he had to wait quietly for Luo Yizhou to speak.

Compared with when he was a child, Luo Yizhou has made great progress. After taking a deep breath, he shakes out the things that made him uncomfortable in the past:

He asked, "Why did you leave without saying goodbye?"

"First I called, then I texted...until that number became empty. Surely you know that right?"

Bu Heng: "..."

Luo Yizhou was already trying his best to cover it up, but he still inevitably showed a sad look: "You didn't treat me as an equal friend for a moment, so you don't need to say anything if you think you're leaving."

Bu Heng couldn't help laughing, the moral shackles in his heart fell to the ground.

At least, now this Luo Yizhou won't cry.

Much easier to deal with than the one in his dream.

"What else do you want to complain about? Say it all at once. This opportunity is rare." Bu Heng said calmly, "Next time I won't stand here and listen."

Luo Yizhou immediately glared at him.

Bu Heng was about to say something, but the master of ceremonies directed the lighting engineer to change the light and shade of the scene.Their corners were pitch black.

The chasing light hits the middle position.

Anyone who has attended before knows that every time Gao Sheng celebrates, there will be ballroom dancing time.

Zhang Huanming was there, bowing in Bu Heng's direction.

Bu Heng: "..."

He would rather listen to Luo Yizhou moaning, and he didn't want to be in the limelight.Although there are many people who spontaneously stand under the light, more people know Zhang Huanming.After a little inquiring, those people knew that he was the youngest son who was kicked out of the company by Buyu.

Zhang Huanming has always maintained an inviting posture.

He had to go.

"You haven't answered me yet..." Behind him, Luo Yizhou said quietly.

He turned his head, but couldn't see Luo Yizhou's expression clearly.

This made him a little uneasy.

After the song was over, the stranger stood at Luo Yizhou's original position.

Buheng stepped on Zhang Huanming's leather shoes and pushed aside the crowd.

He searched around with his eyes, and saw that Luo Yizhou was wearing that suit that was too big for him, and his back was full of anger.

Luo Yizhou left the venue and approached the elevator.

Buheng caught up.

Luo Yizhou glanced at him quickly, and pressed the highest floor.

Buheng hesitated for a while, but followed Luo Yizhou to the rooftop.After all, his task object is Luo Yizhou.

When the night wind blew, the mixed pheromones in the hall dispersed, and Luo Yizhou felt that his emotions were overloaded.

"You didn't take inhibitors, so you shouldn't dance in front of everyone." He had nothing to say.

Bu Heng can't smell pheromone at all, and the symptoms of estrus are also mild, and he often forgets that he is carrying an Omega.

"Where should the dance be?" he said as lightly as possible.

Luo Yizhou turned on a waltz, played it publicly, and put the phone on the ground.

The melody came from the night wind.

"it's here."

by my side.

The author has something to say: Bu Heng: It’s fine if you don’t cry, do whatever you want.

Luo Yizhou: Then I won't be polite.

A new reader said that there are few comments. In fact, I am a pigeon spirit. I am very grateful to have these little fairies who do not give up on me.

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That's it.