Professional male match

"Please, please don't do this!" Suddenly Wen Qing came back to his senses and wanted to push Song Suzhi away, but Song Suzhi had expected that Song Suzhi would take half a step back when Wen Qing was awake.

"Please don't tease me like this." Wen Qing's face turned red, and she stood up abruptly, almost knocking down the chair behind her.

"Not teasing, I'm just trying to get some chance for my own relationship."

"Do you think I will believe that you really like me? It doesn't matter whether it's gender or appearance like you said just now, but two people need at least sincerity when they are together." Wen Qing Staring at Song Suzhi's angry look, he threw away the honorific "you" that he had been using before.

"Why am I not sincere?" Song Suzhi looked at Wen Qing with a helpless expression.

"You have taken care of so many artists, do you think I don't know? How can a big boss like you who stands on the pyramid really like someone like me. What's more, I'm not popular and I only look like this. I've only seen it a few times. Next time, you just talk about admiring me, and now you don’t write novels about love at first sight.” It’s not about filming brain-dead idol dramas, who would believe things like Cinderella, no shit, what Cinderella, I’m confused.

"It turns out that you have no confidence in yourself." Seeing that Wen Qing, who usually tried to pretend to be tolerant and indifferent to his harassment, finally exploded, Song Suzhi felt that the heat was almost ready. "Maybe you are ordinary in the eyes of others, but to me you are more attractive than everyone else. Although love at first sight is not written in novels, it should not prevent it from happening in reality. In fact, although I treat you like this Love at first sight is vulgar, but it was ten years ago. It's just that I still remember, but you forgot me."

Hearing this bloody confession suddenly, Wen Qing suddenly felt that he had a serious hearing impairment.

"You, what do you mean? Ten years ago?...I must have misunderstood someone, I..."

"Don't rush to deny it, please sit here? Let me tell you slowly."

Looking at Mr. Song with a sincere face, although he felt that he would not know what the result would be if he continued to listen to Mr. Song, but he was very curious about what happened ten years ago in his mouth.After struggling mentally for a while, Wen Qing still walked towards Mr. Song.

The very patient Mr. Song waited quietly for Wen Qing's reaction, and when he saw Wen Qing walking towards him, he turned to let Wen Qing sit on the single sofa in the living room, and then sat on the sofa next to Wen Qing.

After leaving with a sigh, Song Suzhi relaxed and leaned back slightly on the sofa, "Do you really have no impression of me?"

"Why don't you give me some hints." If it is true that I and Mr. Song have known each other for a long time, and he has liked me since ten years ago, but I don't remember him at all, and I feel a little sorry for Mr. Song, Wen Qing suddenly I feel a little guilty.

"The noodle shop on West Jinghua Road, and a very cold night in winter ten years ago," Song Suzhi looked sideways at Wen Qing, perhaps because of the memory, his eyes became softer.

ten years?Noodle House?

Ten years ago, I seemed to be working in a noodle shop in the winter, but I am not sure if it is Jinghua West Road.At that time, I had been working for a month, and there seemed to be nothing special or special people. Wait a minute, it felt like there was such a night.Wen Qing suddenly looked at Song Suzhi, staring fixedly at the face in front of him.

"Ah! You are the guy who is about to starve to death and has no money!" Wen Qing stretched out his index finger and pointed at Mr. Song on the sofa, completely reproducing Conan's classic movements, yes, there is only one truth.

"You finally remembered, although you are about to starve to death and have no money," even Mr. Song still feels a little helpless in the face of such an adjective from Wen Qing, but it is indeed very appropriate to a certain extent.

"It really is... Actually, when I think about it now and look carefully, your facial features are not very different from ten years ago, but Mr. Song, how could you be?" benefactor? !

"Where do I start? By the way, Wen Qing, do you know what I do?"

"I don't know the details. I only heard that you are the boss of Leisure and Baomu Investment. You can enjoy both black and white." I didn't expect such a rich man to starve to death without money.

"Leisure and Baomu are my obvious industries. Although what I am doing now is considered a gray business, the Song family really started from the underworld business of smuggling, and the next few generations have also occupied the underworld. One of the best positions." While talking about Song Suzhi, he observed Wen Qing's expression, after all, for ordinary people, his life is not easy to accept, but it seems that Wen Qing is adapting well so far.

"So, Mr. Song, you are from a gangster family and a big smuggler?" It's simply that the villain boss's posture in TV dramas and movies couldn't be more suitable.

"However, since my father's generation, the Song family has gradually become whitewashed, so I am now more of a gray industry and a serious business." Mr. Song looked at Wen Qing with an attitude of "I am a good citizen now". Qing also nodded to express his understanding, please continue.

"I officially took over most of the family business at the behest of my father when I was 28, but even though I have been involved with it from a very early age and I am already the designated heir, it is not easy to make this transition smoothly. .”

Song Suzhi's expression and tone were very relaxed when he spoke, but Wen Qing knew that this was definitely not an easy process.After all, what is called "difficult" to people like Mr. Song is "difficult" to most people.

"But fortunately, I was relatively well prepared at the time, so I successfully passed the initial difficulties. It's just that I was a little careless because of this, so I also gave some people with malicious intentions a chance."

Speaking of this, Mr. Song paused for a moment, as if he was reviewing his youthful imprudence, and then continued, "Ten years ago, when I was 30 years old, my opponent teamed up with my new wife. kidnapped and attempted to kill me that night."

"How could this happen!" Even without personal experience, Wen Qing can still imagine the feeling of being betrayed or even almost killed by the person closest to him, even if it is only one-tenth of the truth, it is enough to make people painful.

"I usually have bodyguards around me, but my wife and my opponent bought two of them and arranged them to be on duty on the night of my wedding. Then my wife took the opportunity to drug me and kidnap me." Song Suzhi's side Turning around, looking at Wen Qing who was unconsciously tense, he smiled and wanted to ease his emotions, "But I also thank them, because this is how I have the opportunity to know you."

"Please don't say such nonsense." The story is half heard, don't interrupt!

"The day I met you, I had been kidnapped for almost two days. Although I escaped from their hands with the rescue of my people, after all, the other party's actions were carried out after careful planning, and there were ghosts behind me. Blocked, so I was separated from my men in the end."

Song Suzhi picked up his tea and took a sip, "At that time, people on both sides were looking for me. I avoided the other party's pursuit and contacted my people at the same time. But because the other party injected me with a large amount of drugs to paralyze muscles and kill The hallucinogen, coupled with not eating anything for nearly two days, and fleeing with high mental stress, my physical condition is basically on the verge of collapse."

"That's why you vomited like that next to the noodle shop where I worked, and you looked like you were going to pass out at any time."

Wen Qing's memories gradually became clear. The noodle shop where he worked part-time was open late every day. That day, there were only himself and the boss dozing off behind the cashier in the shop.When I packed up my things and went to the garbage truck on the side of the noodle restaurant to throw out the garbage, I saw a person leaning on the wall and vomiting very badly...

After all, it was late at night, and there were very few people on the road.There is a small alley next to Liaoji noodle shop. Wen Qing dumps the rubbish in the dustbin in the alley every night, and the cleaning truck drags them away in the early morning.

Wen Qing, who had just finished throwing out the garbage, turned around and was about to leave, when he suddenly saw a person not far away leaning on the wall and vomiting violently.At first I thought it was a drunkard, so Wen Qing didn't plan to take care of it, but just walked away a few steps and saw the man fell to the ground somehow.The man's face was pale when the light from the street lamp fell.

Could it be that some serious illness suddenly occurred and he was about to die?

"Hello! Hello! Are you all right?"

Wen Qing hurriedly helped that person up, and only then did he see him clearly.The face looks quite comfortable, not like a bad guy, wearing a baggy hoodie and a pair of black glasses frames without lenses, looking 27-[-].There was no smell of alcohol on her body, but her face was almost as white as printing paper.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Who are you...?" The white-faced man seemed to be conscious, but his words were exhausted.

"I'm a working-student student at the Liaoji Noodle Shop next door. Are you okay? Do you want to call 120 for you?" Before finishing speaking, Wen Qing saw the white-faced man push his hand away, but with his little strength After walking a few steps, it started to plant again.

"Hey! Don't run around..."

"Goo...coo..."

Wen Qing looked down at the white-faced man's abdomen, where there was a strange sound, "So I'm hungry, I should have said it earlier."

Wen Qing carried the man to the noodle shop, found a seat for him to sit down, and the boss who heard the voice stretched out most of his body and asked what was going on.I explained to the boss what I found out about him. Although the boss taught Wen Qing to be nosy and not afraid of getting into trouble, he poured a cup of hot water and went to the kitchen to cook noodles.

"Here, drink some hot water first, otherwise you will be so hungry that you won't be able to bear it when you eat later."

Song Suzhi, who was already a little distracted by the effects of the medicine, drank hot water and forced himself to cheer up. Although he couldn't quite hear what the big boy in front of him was saying, he could probably understand that this man was helping him.

After a while, the boss brought a bowl of soft and rotten egg noodles on the table. Seeing that the starving man couldn't hold his chopsticks steady, Wen Qing fed him half of the bowl.Song Suzhi also regained some physical strength and spirit because of the half bowl of noodles.After a short break, Song Suzhi left while the boss and the boy were not paying attention.

Soon Song Suzhi successfully returned to his own chassis and received adequate medical treatment, but because of the injection of highly addictive drugs, Song Suzhi faced not only the harm of the drug to his body, but also the nightmare of drug rehabilitation.

A few days later, in the middle of the night, Song Suzhi returned to the noodle restaurant again, and was found by the big boy when he arrived at the door. He heard him ask himself why he ran away without saying a word that day, and he asked himself if he cared about his health. Are you hungry again and have no money to eat?Then, even though he said words that disliked him, the middle-aged boss still brought him a bowl of hot noodles.

Seriously finished eating, thank you, Song Suzhi knew that he would never lose, no matter if the opponent was those who were using drugs or those scum who couldn't get on the stage.

The author has something to say: I made oily and spicy peppers today, and it’s great to eat with cold noodles