Passionate to know

After returning from the museum, Song Zhiyang turned into a brown candy, sticky and greasy.Every day after get off work, I block Anzhi at the door, either to eat together or to go for a walk, and I also try to see him in the name of business during working hours.

It's just that nine out of ten times Li Anzhi refused.

This day An Zhi just entered the office when he saw Song Zhiyang Jiu occupying the magpie's nest sitting in his seat, and greeted him: "Morning, An Zhi."

Anzhi asked him directly: "What's going on today?"

Song Zhiyang took out two invitation cards, put them in front of Anzhi, and said with his chin: "There will be a jewelry auction tomorrow night, which can be regarded as a meeting for people in the industry. You are Yujing's new designer, and you should accompany me to attend .”

In fact, this kind of auction is often held in the upper class, and it is a stage for those wealthy businessmen to meet upstarts or do charity to frame themselves. Whether to go or not is just a matter of Song Zhiyang's words.

Song Zhiyang was sure that An Zhi would not be willing to attend such a gathering of riches and honors but not very interesting, so he cunningly related it to his work, so that he could seize the opportunity to make use of it and make An Zhi unable to do so. reject.

After hearing this, An Zhi picked up an invitation card and opened it, saw the list of guests present, and replied with a word under Song Zhiyang's sly eyes: "Okay."

Song Zhiyang got up satisfied and said: Then I will pick you up tomorrow. "

Another word: "Yeah."

...

It's a pity that Song Zhiyang's tricks were exhausted, but he was cut off by his own people in the end.

After An Zhi packed up and went out, Tang Ling and Xiao Yusheng dragged her into her stolen car.

"I'm sorry, Boss Song~" The two robbers trembled with laughter, "I borrowed your beauty to enjoy myself, and I will pay you back later~"

Song Zhiyang almost couldn't recite it in one breath: "I'm going to call the police..."

The two broke their cans and said, "Then let the Titanic of friendship sink."

With a beep, the phone was hung up.Listening to the busy tone on the other end of the phone, Song Zhiyang just wanted to turn around and dig a hole to bury the two bastards.

In the car, An Zhi felt uncomfortable being stared at by Tang Ling and Xiao Yu.

An Zhi asked, "What do you want to do?"

Tang Ling spoke uprightly: "Repay your kindness."

An Zhi pointed at Xiao Yu: "What about him?"

Xiao Yu is also confident: "Look at her repaying her kindness."

An Zhi shook his head: "You have already repaid the favor." He was referring to solving Hualing's matter.

"Don't be confused, I was helping Song Zhiyang." Tang Ling denied.

"Yes or no, you helped me in the end. Just like when I protected you at that time, it was just an accident."

Tang Ling saw that An Zhi was so reticent, and began to be rude: "I don't care about the baby, the baby has a disease that will die if you don't repay the favor." She spread the corpse on the seat while talking.

An Zhi was helpless, and could only say: "Then what do you want?"

Tang Ling flashed back to the light for a second, and snapped her fingers: "You'll know in a while~Xiao Yu, drive!"

"Come on~"

……

When Song Zhiyang saw An Zhi again, the auction was already halfway through.Of course, his joy when he saw An Zhi disappeared in the next second when he saw the two people behind An Zhi.

"Why are you here? Where did you take him?" These words were very unpleasant.

Tang Ling rolled her eyes: "Hmph, I wouldn't have returned Baby An if I knew it." Then she hung on An Zhi's body softly as if she had lost her bones, provoking Song Zhiyang: "Ah, baby! Weak, need to be hugged by An Baobao to stand up~"

Song Zhiyang's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he was even more upset to see that An Zhi didn't push Tang Ling away, so he stretched out his hand and pulled An Zhi into his arms, clasping his shoulder with one hand.

Tang Ling accidentally fell to Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu saw that Tang Ling was touching the porcelain, and turned 90 degrees to dodge, Tang Ling solidly threw herself on the ground.

"Ah... you two dead ghosts... it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

Tang Ling could still yell, but it was all right, Song Zhiyang gave Tang Ling and Xiao Yu a look of "settling after autumn", and dragged An Zhi away in big strides.

He dragged An Zhi all the way to the unoccupied firefighting corridor before stopping. It was hidden and quiet here.

Song Zhiyang did not let go of An Zhi's hand, looked at An Zhi with deep eyes, and said, "You let me go."

An Zhi has no expression: "It can't be my fault."

Song Zhiyang pretended to be wronged: "But I'm also sad."

An Zhi retorted him: "I'd be very pleased if you were really that fragile."

Song Zhiyang was a little proud, and said with a smile: "It can make you a little bit confused, it seems that I haven't been doing useless work all the time."

The dim lights in the stairwell projected the figures of the two onto the ground, overlapping each other.An Zhi felt that Song Zhiyang's eyes on him seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, so he turned around and opened the door.

As soon as his hand touched the handle, a pair of hands went from the back of the waist to the front, and a warm body covered his back. Anzhi was hugged by Song Zhiyang from behind.

"You didn't push Tang Ling away just now."

Song Zhiyang rested his chin on An Zhi's shoulder, and the hair beside his ear brushed An Zhi's neck, making him itchy.

Song Zhiyang added a rascal in his voice: "I'm also weak, and I need An Zhi's hug to get up."

The person in his arms froze for a moment. Hearing the words of the person behind him, he raised his right hand, but let it go.