Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

When Jiang Zhengzhong and Wu Yali got married, Jiang's father's tall building was still laying the foundation, but the Wu family had already become a wealthy real estate developer by selling the demolished land at a low income.

Although he was often pointed out behind the scenes, Jiang Zhengzhong didn't seem to care much about the identity of his son-in-law, and he smiled like Maitreya Buddha all day long.

A few years ago, the Jiang family fell, and the Wu family ushered in a second spring, becoming the most favored partner of capital from all walks of life overnight.

Jiang Zhengzhong's complexion got better and better. A man in his seventies, wearing a red Tang suit with five bats in his arms at the charity party, looked beaming.

"Xiao Song, how long has it been since you came to see Uncle?" He patted Jiang Song on the shoulder very kindly, "I heard from Guangyuan a while ago that he wants to cooperate with you on the plate, are you not satisfied?"

Jiang Song wore a pure black layered suit, and the pleated collared shirt made his face look whiter than jade.

Between black and white, only a little red appeared on his lips.

Not enchanting or ostentatious, nor gloomy.

On the contrary, the guests passing by in a hurry could not help but stop and look at him even though they were all in their best looks.

He bowed slightly, and released Jiang Zhengzhong's hand, "I can't handle Mr. Yang's plate."

Jiang Zhengzhong looked him over with a smile, not shying away, "Guangyuan told me, you think his way is not clean."

Jiang Song was silent.

Jiang Zhengzhong gave him a punch from the side, "Our family doesn't talk about each other. Yang Guangyuan has been doing well in recent years. If you can climb up to him, the Jiang family may be able to slow down a bit."

"Xiao Song, I know that you have been able to sit upright since you were a child, but doing business is different from writing poetry and painting. It is not enough for you to be full of feelings." part of the business."

"When my father was alive, every penny he earned was clean." Jiang Song didn't speak forcefully, and his posture was even humble.

But Jiang Zhengzhong's brows were frowned by him, "Zhengguo is indeed a business genius, or he would have developed the Jiang family in just a few years, but what about you? You really want to do it for nothing for the so-called feelings. You squandered all the inheritance left by your father?"

Jiang Song put down the punch he hadn't had a drink in his hand, and took another glass of martini from the waiter's plate, "Of course I will do my best to keep what my father left for me, instead of polluting it easily It's better not to bother uncle."

Jiang Zhengzhong's face fluctuated twice, and finally he raised his head and laughed loudly, "This child has not changed at all since he was a child, and he will not listen to persuasion."

"Yes." Jiang Song took a sip of wine, still listening attentively.

"Anyway, I'm your father's brother and your uncle, and I won't harm you." Jiang Zhengzhong's expression returned to normal, "There are many people here on this occasion today. You see that there is any suitable business. Come find me."

He leaned towards Jiang Song, still smiling kindly, "Come to eat at home when you have time, Qingshan and your aunt always talk about you."

Jiang Song held the inverted cone-shaped goblet, just smiled slightly, "There are many guests today, you are busy."

Watching Jiang Zhengzhong go away, Jiang Song walked into the bathroom unhurriedly.

He squeezed a small pile of foam into the palm of his hand and carefully rubbed each finger from base to tip.

The foam was washed to the center of the pool by the current, and Jiang Song looked up at himself in the mirror.

His face was pale, and his eyes were slightly flushed, showing undisguised hatred.

He boiled the water to the maximum, picked up a handful of water, and slowly buried his face in his hands.

When he raised his head again, the redness in his eyes disappeared, and his skin turned a little bloody from the cold water.

He smiled into the mirror, cheerful and peaceful.

When Jiang Song came out of the bathroom, he happened to see people surrounding Gu Changxi like stars holding the moon.

He took another glass of wine, picked a corner where no one would be disturbed, and looked in Gu Changzhen's direction from a distance.

First, there was a group of beautiful young girls chatting with their mobile phones.

Today's little girls are very courageous, and they are probably working together to coax Gu Changxi to hand over their social accounts.

In fact, even Jiang Song is not sure if Gu Changxi has these things.

After Gu Changxi went abroad, his mobile phone number and email address have not been changed, and it seems that he has never registered with Twitter or the like.

Until Gu Changxi became an adult, Jiang Song asked Xing Ce to help him manage shares and other financial management, but he never contacted him directly when he returned to China.

At most, the company sent some emails of asset change notifications, and never made a phone call.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't pay attention to Gu Changxi.

When Gu Changxi was in school, he learned what to do, what job to do, and who to deal with every day. Jiang Song asked the private detective to report to him every detail.

Even when he couldn't get out of bed in the hospital, Jiang Song never took a day to care about Gu Changxi.

It's just that Gu Changxi became elusive after graduation, and within a year he was out of Jiang Song's control.

Ten meters away, it seemed that no matter what Gu Changxi said, those little girls thought it was very interesting, and they covered their mouths and giggled non-stop.

The beast-like sharpness has subsided, and Gu Changzhen is really as his name suggests, gentle and mellow.

After a while, a group of well-dressed men surrounded them, and the girls left reluctantly.

Those people kept handing business cards to Gu Changzhen, nodding and bowing.

Jiang Song was familiar with these scenes, and he didn't care what those people were doing with Gu Changzheng.

He just felt proud and funny.

Xiao Changxi has grown up.

Two girls just came over there and sat down not far in front of him.

Although they couldn't see Jiang Song, he could hear their conversation clearly.

"Mr. Gu's voice is so nice. When I heard him talking just now, my heart almost jumped out."

"Hey, I was too busy listening to him, and I was taken away by him. I should have insisted on getting WeChat out just now."

"I don't think he will give it. He should have given it earlier. I have a feeling that he is not the kind of casual person."

"Then what? Do you know which hotel he lives in?"

"I don't know, but I heard gossip," the girl lowered her voice, "he has been in and out of Jiang Song's neighborhood recently, and he may also live nearby."

"Jiang Song? A beauty in the capital?"

"Correct."

"I haven't seen him yet. I saw a real person when Jiang's family held a charity party. He was so amazing, so beautiful, and absolutely gorgeous. I don't know how to describe it to you, but it's like being hooked by a fish." It's like hooking, and I can't move my eyes away."

"What's the use of that? The Jiang family is just mediocre now. Besides, they are still at odds with Gu's Energy. No one knows if there is still a bright future?"

"Really? They have a bad relationship because they just heard people say, who knows if it's blowing water?"

"Family grievances are still rare... Have you seen Jiang Song's hand? I heard that Gu Changxi made the discount with his own hands."

"Kiss... with your own hands? Gu Changxi doesn't look like someone who can do it, does he?"

"Hey... I didn't say that, a person of this status is immeasurable, how can we see anything?"

"Ah...if this is the case, the Jiang family...," the girl thought the same as Xing Ce, "wouldn't the scum be gone without being abused by Mrs. Gu?"

"But what's wrong with that? Think about a beautiful person like Jiang Song, whose eyes are red from being bullied but refuses to shed tears. Isn't it exciting? Anyway, they are all people I can't get, eat melons Always right."

Jiang Song felt that it was a bit too exciting, and he got up with the cup and was about to leave when he heard someone calling him from behind, "Jiang Song?"

He turned around and saw Yu Youxi.

Unlike girls in their early twenties, she has obviously matured.

Big wavy curly hair, strings of sea beads on the earbones, a deep black mermaid skirt with a deep V, scarlet kitten and elegant and intellectual.

"Such a beautiful back, I thought it was you at first glance." She saw the glass in Jiang Song's hand, and also changed to a martini, "Spirits are served at the beginning of the banquet, as expected of someone I admire. "

"Long time no see, Miss Yu." Jiang Song greeted, leaning back in the armchair with a little laziness.

Yu Youxi quickly noticed his hand, "How did you do it, does it matter?"

"Small injury." Jiang Song shook his head and greeted politely, "Just returned to China?"

"Yeah, the domestic situation is good now, who wants to float outside?" Yu Youxi smiled heartily, and seemingly casually brushed her curly hair on her shoulders, giving her a feminine scent.

Jiang Song followed her voice, "Very good, not bad in China."

"Speaking of which, didn't your little brother come back too?" Yu Youxi didn't understand what happened in China, so he looked back in Gu Changxi's direction, "You were not willing to send him out back then, Now you know how much it was worth gritting your teeth and being cruel, right?"

Jiang Song just laughed, fiddled with the green olives in the martini.

Yu Youxi sighed lightly, "I couldn't go back to China when the Jiang family had an accident. I contacted you many times later but couldn't get in touch. Did you change your contact method?"

"Sorry, there were too many facts at home at that time, and relatives and friends asked a lot, so I couldn't answer them one by one." Jiang Song said it lightly, as if it was really just what he said, and he didn't care.

"How long will it take to get back a message?" Yu Youxi's tone was not without remorse, but he was half an inch closer to him, "At that time, I thought something serious happened to you, and I wanted to come back to see you. But my father said not to let me mess around. In muddy water, I can't beat him."

The smile on Jiang Song's face didn't change much, "Those things have nothing to do with Ms. Yu, so you don't have to worry too much about it."

"You always look so polite and repulsive," Yu Youxi said as fast as she did back then, "The more you are like this, the more curious I am. Have you ever had anyone worthy of your heart?"

This question reminded Jiang Song of Gu Changxi's inexplicable three-chapter agreement, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's okay."

Yu Youxi looked at his smile, and also gave a sweet smile, "You look so pretty when you smile, why don't you smile more? Also, if you have it, you have it, if you don't, you don't have it, what is it?"

"Yeah, it's okay." Just as the warm voice sounded, Jiang Song felt a headache.

When did Gu Changxi stand behind him?