Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

There is a corner of Song Zuixin that looks like whipped cream that is about to melt, exuding a joyful sweetness, enough to suppress all the sourness in youth.

What he didn't dare to say at that time finally had an answer. After three years of time and space, he said I like you, quietly smoothing out his blank regret in his midnight dream.

He didn't even think about going downstairs with his notebook in his arms, but he stopped when he was only two steps away from the He Shan Pavilion, feeling an inappropriate feeling of being close to home.

At the beginning, he just didn't know who he liked, and because of his low moral bottom line, he had no burden to be with Xu Ning, but He Shanting just watched him become his nephew's boyfriend.

No wonder He Shanting had a bad attitude towards him when he was in He's house, he dared to poke his heart, but hitting him on the head with the door is too fussy, if it's true, it's fine, it's not like playing a male model in the sea.

Standing two steps away, he pretended to be calm and said, "I saw what you wrote."

It was rare for him to see He Shanting turn his face away.

"Fortunately not so blind."

Song Zui found out that the other party is sweeter than anyone else when they want to coax others, but they are quite annoying when they are too lazy to do business.

He didn't care about the other party today for the sake of the book, and was so awkward that he would only admit that he liked him on paper, but if it was him, after thinking about it, he probably wouldn't admit it.

He stared at He Shanting carefully and changed the subject: "To be honest, I don't recognize you at all."

Three years ago, He Shanting was dignified and gentle, but now he wished that the other party was a mute. Is this the pollution of society or the exposure of nature.

Probably a little bit of both.

Unexpectedly, the man leaned down and stared into his dark eyes and said, "It's not you who want me to talk more?"

Song Zui's memory of the past has been blurred, and he only remembers that one day he said casually that you should talk more, because it was too boring for him who was blind to have no one to talk to.

He remembered that the man said hello in a low voice, but he didn't expect the casual words to be taken seriously by the other party. The A Ting he saw again was the one with a loose voice.

Although it seems too much, but there are still indescribable emotions in his heart. It turns out that someone really takes your every word to heart.

Song Zui didn't want to cry in front of the other party. If Lao Deng knew that he was crying in front of people, he would definitely grab a feather duster from the ground, so he forced himself to divert his attention.

"Then what about the painting you said you wanted to give me?"

"On the shelf."

Song Zui went to the bookshelf and only found the painting from last time. He realized that this painting was for himself, and the only person He Shanting liked was himself from beginning to end.

The memories that were deliberately forgotten have never been forgotten. How many times he dreamed of He Shanting Wen Sheng said that he would paint for you, and the ground was covered with oil paints that he had scattered all over the floor.

Song Zui looked at the painting with messy brushstrokes but beautiful colors. The people in the painting sat on the roof with their heads up, and the bright sun was in their eyes.

It was because he was unhappy when he was carried off the roof, and it was convenient for him to draw a picture of him basking in the sun on the roof, forever remaining dissatisfied.

In his eyes without much artistic talent, drawing is an effortless task, just sitting in front of the drawing board and scribbling. At that time, he couldn't see it at all.

I can't see how the man with the chains on his hands is trying to draw him, because the chains hinder the dangling wrists are full of glaring red marks, but he still draws him seriously.

Song Zui originally thought that liking someone would be creamy sweet, the air was full of sweetness, but his heart seemed to have fine and dense thorns, pricking him sorely but there was a hand stroking him.

He couldn't help hugging the man behind him. He didn't understand the meaning of kissing before, but now he understands.

It's sticky and sticky to express that I like you so much, I don't know how to say it, so I can only kiss you hard, a kiss is a liking for you.

The scene he imagined was that he kissed He Shanting's face, because of the height difference, he could barely kiss on the man's Adam's apple, and his head almost hit the man's chin.

He Shanting's slightly protruding Adam's apple swallowed, he didn't want Song Zui to be unable to get out of bed tomorrow morning, and pressed the boy who kissed him carelessly on the soft tablecloth.

But the young man thought he was going to do something and took the initiative to lift his buttocks, showing a very beautiful waist and hips, like a small rose tempting to pick.

He Shanting kissed him.

The wooden table swayed and squeaked, first the legs of the table slowly rubbed against the ground, and then the sound of the water bottle on the table splashed, covering the sound of kisses between lips and teeth.

He Shanting sank into the softness, turned Song Zui over and continued to kiss, this posture could clearly see the young man's every detail of expression.

The difference from the past is that Song Zui mustered up the courage to look at him, obviously doing the dirtiest thing, the young man's eyes were so devout that he looked like a god.

"I'm not as good as you think."

The boy's eyes were still bright, and He Shanting was used to taking the initiative in this aspect, but he was dazed looking at the boy's eyes. He disarmed in seconds for the first time. At this time, the message from Assistant Fang came and he turned off the screen.

Assistant Fang couldn't get in touch with He Shanting, so he had to sort out the documents and send them there tomorrow morning. He couldn't help but lament that the world is so wonderful. His boss lived in a small house peacefully. Who would have thought that the two of them had no communication at the beginning.

Assistant Fang went downstairs to get supper, and ran into the bearded Mr. Zheng at the entrance of the company. Obviously, he had been on a lot of business during this time, and he was not at all the chatty Mr. Zheng he remembered.

As far as he knows, TC will go into bankruptcy and liquidation next month, and Mr. Zheng's efforts only make the group's collapse not so fast.

He looked at Mr. Zheng and couldn't help sighing: "I knew why it was like this in the first place."

Speaking of which, TC and He's didn't have much conflict, and wanting to swallow He's was nothing more than self-interest, greedy people would never end well.

Mr. Zheng opened his lips to speak but stopped.

Assistant Fang saw Mr. Zheng's expression was strange, but he didn't feel at ease. He took the food and went to the office to sort out this year's documents.

There was nothing special about the documents. The most common ones were the project materials sent below. The confidentiality period had already passed, but one document caught his attention.

If he hadn't bumped into Mr. Zheng downstairs, he might be interested in this old document, but he saw Mrs. Bai open the document.

The feud between TC and the He family was still because of the Bai family. The Thailand case was a project initiated by Chen Ming. At that time, He Shanting did not disclose the news of the bankruptcy of the Bai family in order to suppress Chen Ming, so that TC suffered heavy losses in the Thailand case.

It is embarrassing for the Bai family. Although immigrating overseas missed the period of rapid economic development in China, but the family's wealth is more than enough to take root overseas, and it is unexpected that the investment will lose all the property.

Assistant Fang opened the file while thinking, but he saw that the project that bankrupted the Bai family was led by an affiliated company under the name of He Shanting. He finally understood why Mr. Zheng hated the He family so much.

Mr. Zheng can find more things than him. From Mr. Zheng's point of view, He Shanting must have deliberately dug a hole for him to jump down. He suddenly understood Mr. Zheng.

Assistant Fang's mood is very complicated now. He just stood on the moral high ground and accused Mr. Zheng of being greedy for profit. He didn't expect that the man behind the scenes was his boss who was regarded as the victim.

He couldn't figure out why He Shanting wanted to deal with the Bai family. The Bai family had no relationship with the He family, so there was no feud. If the Bai family hadn't gone bankrupt, Bai Wenqiu wouldn't have come back to look for Xu Ning.

Assistant Fang couldn't help lamenting all the coincidences. If Bai Wenqiu hadn't come back, Song Zui might not have broken up. His eyes lightly fell on the date of the implementation of the plan.

This year's equinox.

After seeing the date, the assistant's back was covered with cold sweat, because he remembered that Xu Ning rarely brought a shy boy to the banquet that day, and He Shanting stood on a high place and watched for a long time.