Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

The light in the room was dim, a five-stringed lute was played behind the paper door, and a stick of white sandalwood was burning on the tatami.

Jiang Song leaned casually on a Japanese-style chair, brushed his fingertips slightly, and the golden red soot smoked two black spots on the beige silk.

The middle-aged man opposite him was sipping a glass of sake, put down the cup and smiled at him, "What do you think about the cooperation we mentioned last time?"

Jiang Song ground the cigarette and coughed lightly, "The real estate is good, but the builder you picked may have a lot of problems."

"You said what happened on Weibo last year?" Yang Guangyuan curled his lips slightly, "Someone shouted to jump off a building when the salary was paid a few days late, it's just a bluff."

"Oh?" Jiang Song bit the filter and raised his eyelids lazily, "Has the salary been paid now?"

"People are gone, why post?" Yang Guangyuan curled his lips nonchalantly, and changed the subject, "In general, this project has the shortest construction period and low cost. Xiao Song..."

"Jiang Song." Jiang Song corrected, and sat up propped up, "I want this plate, but cooperation is still unnecessary."

"Hey, don't worry." Yang Guangyuan knocked on the table twice, and the paper door swung open, revealing a boy holding a pipa.

The boy was only wearing a black feather knitting, and the ties on the skirt were loose.

He took the pipa away from his body, and he could see the snow-colored scenery at a glance.

"There is no rush to say goodbye to cooperation. If you still need time to think about it, let's simply make an appointment for a meal today and chat." Yang Guangyuan gestured to the young man, "This kid plays the pipa well, and his hands are good." It's a coincidence to work on it."

The boy stood up from the chair, walked towards Jiang Song gracefully, twisted his slender waist, and was about to sit on his lap.

With a very light body, Jiang Song let him stick to his lap warmly, and looked at Yang Guangyuan with a half smile, "What does this mean?"

The boy picked up the wine cup and wanted to feed him, "Boss Yang wants me to serve Mr. Jiang."

Delicate, she is indeed a stunner.

Jiang Song didn't take the wine in his hand, but just smiled very shallowly, "How do I think you are still a child, a student of the Conservatory of Music?"

"If you like me as a child, then I am a child. What do you like me to call you? Brother or..." The young man spoke in an angry voice, saying those two words extremely frivolously: "...Uncle?"

The smile on Jiang Song's face was still there, he just squinted his eyes and raised his chin towards the paper door, "Go out, I'll give you double as much as he gave you."

The boy gave him a surprised look, covered his clothes and left quickly.

The smile on Yang Guangyuan's face couldn't hold back, "Don't like this one? Then I'll ask for the list, and you..."

"Mr. Yang, we have known each other for many years." Jiang Song pursed his lips and smiled, and the red mole at the corner of his eyes was as gorgeous as rouge for a moment, "Why don't you grow up at all?"

He put the wine glass upside down on the towel, and the wine stains slowly spread, "The wine is mixed with medicine, what do you want me and that kid to do? Are you going to use this to get me?"

"Soldiers never tire of cheating," Yang Guangyuan did not completely deny, "but I won't really harm you, and this deal will only benefit you. The Jiang family is also short of money now, isn't it?"

"Not at all." Jiang Song stood up and looked down at Yang Guangyuan, "If I knew that you are still so good-looking, I wouldn't need to come today."

"What's my quality?" Yang Guangyuan inevitably became angry, "Do you think that the Jiang family can control the wind and the rain more than ten years ago? Do you think you are still the young master of the Jiang family who can do whatever you want?"

"The Jiang family's business is indeed not involved in meteorology, but I can still do it." Jiang Song smiled, "For example, rejecting unsatisfactory partners?"

"Xiao Song, you're going to be thirty soon, how can you still be as self-willed as a child?" Yang Guangyuan suppressed his anger, and said earnestly, "In the business world, who can think of you for every good thing like me, what can you do? Can't you offend me too?"

Jiang Song seemed to be listening with great interest, so that Yang Guangyuan thought he really listened, "Now that the economy is in recession, I will definitely help you and the Jiang family if you can. After all, you value love and support a company. It's not easy for young and old."

He posted towards Jiang Song, with an ambiguous tone, "I know your taste very well, and I will never look at you with the eyes of those ordinary people."

"What flavor?" Jiang Song didn't hide, as if he was really asking.

On the contrary, Yang Guangyuan became confused, "If it wasn't what I guessed, have you talked about girls in all these years?"

Jiang Song leaned back slightly, revealing a graceful neck tied with a silver-gray ribbon.

He was wearing a rococo-style blouse, and the hanging lantern sleeves brushed softly, causing the straight white smoke on the incense sticks to flicker.

For the first time, his face was completely exposed to the warm light from the paper door. The peach-like suede made his skin so white that it was almost glowing, and the tea crystal-like pupils reminded people of the deep autumn colors in the mountains.

Such a face, I don't know how many times better than the boy just now.

"I have a question, I hope Mr. Yang will not hesitate to enlighten me." His gaze was in such a pair of jewel-like eyes, sincere and humble.

Yang Guangyuan stared at his face and swallowed, concealing his complacency, "What does it matter to us, why should we speak so politely."

Jiang Song's eyes narrowed in confusion, "A greasy old man like you who eats human blood steamed buns, what should I do to offend you?"

Yang Guangyuan opened his mouth and looked at him for a long time, his face gradually turned from red to purple, "Don't be too self-righteous! Now, who else can help the Jiang family except me?! How much money can your father leave for you after his downfall?"

He sneered, "And, do you know who is coming back?"

Jiang Song scratched his beautiful curly hair, curled up in the chair like a cat, and didn't seem to be curious about the answer, "Who?"

"The person who was kicked out of Jiang's house by you is now stomping his feet in the real estate industry, and the whole business district is shaking." Yang Guangyuan said with pride, "Jiang Song, the old saying is good, don't bully the young and poor." .”

"It's been so long, don't you just want to say that Changxi will be back soon?" Jiang Song tilted his head and smiled, with a thin layer of sunshine-like warmth in his smile.

"Changxi? You call me dear." Yang Guangyuan snorted, "If I was the one who got you into trouble back then, then the first thing I would do when I come back would be to settle the debt with you."

"Changxi's name was chosen by me, so why can't I call it?" Jiang Song laughed again, but this time he was ostentatious and cold, "Also, people like you are making trouble when you are in a well? Putting you in the well will pollute the water resource."

Yang Guangyuan's face turned pale with anger, and he pushed the cups and saucers all over the floor, "Jiang Song, don't be too arrogant! One day you will not be able to get along in this circle!"

"Oh, I would like to borrow your words." Jiang Song put on his coat and pressed the elevator in the single room without any care.

It was snowing heavily and windy outside, but fortunately the car that picked him up was waiting at the elevator entrance.

His cousin and partner Xing Ce was driving the car. Seeing him get in the car, he immediately turned up the heater two degrees and put a blanket on his knees.

Xing Ce didn't speak briskly, "It's snowing so big today, why do you say you...why come to see that dog skin plaster?"

"You said it was a plaster. If I don't come to reject him directly, he will pester him endlessly." Jiang Song brushed off the blanket, shrinking back as if afraid of the cold.

"Drink, have you been drinking?" Xing Ce sniffled and frowned, "Did you take medicine these two days, why do you still drink?"

"I didn't drink, I poured it on the towel, and it smelled a little bit." Jiang Song lowered his seat a little, fearing that he would talk again, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The radio was on in the car, Xing Ce saw that he was tired and wanted to lower his voice, just at this time a name he had just heard came out: "... Gu Changxi may be the youngest and most promising young man in the past 30 years Are you an entrepreneur?"

Immediately Jiang Song stopped pretending to be asleep, and turned back his voice openly.

... "Yes, and now all the overseas parts of Gu's Energy have been put into trusteeship, it seems that they are determined to enter the domestic market."

"Actually, I really want to gossip. Mr. Gu seems to have stayed in the Jiang family for a few years, but when he left, the Jiang family only gave him a small share?"

"Damn, that little money is probably about the same as sending a beggar? And he was only 16 years old at that time, so he must have suffered a lot abroad alone."

"So the wizards of the world really exist, even if they hit the bottom, they can rebound."

"You can be listed on Forbes at the age of 22, and you still have such a look, which is standard for arsonists everywhere."

"And I also heard that he has a very old-fashioned and unique style of acting, not like a boy his age at all."

"Offending such a No. [-] person, the Jiang family must now regret it."

Jiang Songyi couldn't help laughing out loud, the bad luck on Yang Guangyuan just now seemed to disappear.

"Laughing, laughing fart," Xing Ce worried when he saw his lifeless look, "Now everyone knows that you raised Baibai, and the white-eyed wolf is coming back. That child will be gloomy when he beats a child. You and He made, made such a big beam. Now he, he wants to tease you, just like a hawk takes a rabbit."

"Really? Is Changxi gloomy?" Jiang Song didn't focus on him at all, "He is obviously a very caring child, like a little padded jacket."

Xing Ce's eyes almost rolled to the back of his head, "Now, is it time for you to protect your weaknesses! With your poor body, you will be tossed twice!"

"Oh no, I understand him." Speaking of that bastard Gu Changxi, Jiang Song's tiredness disappeared completely, "It's not easy for Changxi to be abroad these years, and he has grown a lot. Can't stand him, but he has already looked forward."

"Graduated from university at the age of 19, and he has a full G." He raised his head proudly and concluded, "He's not the kind of person who just falls down."

"Brother," Xing Ce said with a sad face, "the point is...well, I didn't...I didn't mean to worry about Gu Changxi's collapse..."

"Oh, you mean you're afraid that he will hate me?" Jiang Song pulled the high collar of the sweater over his chin, not consciously regretting it. "If he really hates me, then he can do whatever he can to relieve his anger."

The snow was falling more and more heavily, and the sky had completely darkened. Xing Ce turned the car into the villa area, seeming a little annoyed, "Why should he hate you? He is the one who shouldn't hate you..."

"But actually, I don't think he will." Jiang Song said confidently, "When he grows up and has his own career, his focus will not be the same as when he was a teenager."

"You still think you know him well?" Xing Ce squinted his eyes and looked into Xueli, stuttering once in a while.

"It's okay, after all, I've raised him for several years," the car turned around the main road, with snow-covered green pines on both sides, Jiang Song's smile was a little bit astringent, "Even if we don't communicate in the future, I will always remember that A little shadow."

Xing Ce's squinted eyes gradually relaxed, and his voice was dry, "Well, why don't you recognize the shadow in front first?"

The heavy goose feather snow in the sky was circled by the headlights of the car into a warm circle, and a man in a long gray coat stood in the middle.

Tiger shoulders and waist, even from a distance, you can see that he is extremely tall, like a lone wolf in a snowy night.

The man turned around in the snow and light, his falcon-like eyes locked on Jiang Song indifferently.