he's just my boyfriend

When Zhu Yao received Fang Qi's call, he was in the suite reporting to his old club about his work progress in S City a few days ago.

His old boss, Baditum, is a young old man in a suit. He looks like a typical Middle Eastern man, with a beard, thick eyebrows, and deep eye sockets.

Zhu Yao wanted to cut off the phone, but he stopped him: "Go ahead, it's a private call."

The man's pronunciation is obscure and difficult to understand, which is very different from the Asian language system.

If he remembers correctly, the ringtone should indicate that the next call will be his chief interpreter's private time.

Zhu Yao pointed to the phone: "It's Mr. Fang."

Fang Qi didn't expect that he would receive an invitation from Baditum, the boss of the Middle East consortium, just by calling back.

After all, to put it bluntly, the hotel doesn't have any business relationship with them. It's already the limit to ask the accompanying translation team to coordinate the board and lodging issues. This invitation...is really unreasonable.

Zhu Yao said this on the phone: "Mr. Fang, I happen to be with my boss right now, and he is very interested in you."

"..."

Interesting, how can a small hotel manager like him arouse the interest of the boss of the Middle East consortium?

And the secrecy work there is very strict. Apart from knowing that this consortium is not one of the best in the Middle East, but it is also a very influential consortium, the other party Qi knows nothing.

If Zhu Yao didn't take the initiative to mention it to him, Fang Qi would never believe that this person would notice him.

I don't know what kind of medicine is sold in Zhu Yao's gourd, but Fang Qi intuitively feels that this matter is not simple, and it should not be just Zhu Yao's selfishness.

The room assigned to Baditum is the best room in the entire Fangshi Hotel. It occupies the entire top floor of the Fangshi Hotel. There is a special direct elevator to go up and down. You can also know from the price. It costs [-] yuan a night casually. digits.

But this is just how much a county-level city in T city can have such a price. If it is placed in cities H and S next door, an ordinary presidential suite will cost five figures a night, let alone this kind.

When Fang Qi arrived, the two were sitting in the Yunshui Hall waiting for him.

This room adopts the high-end Chinese style of small bridges and flowing water. Most of them are designed with fully transparent glass, dotted with bamboo green, and the ancient rhyme is mixed with modernity.

The ceiling is very high, and there is a small pond surrounded by a pool of water in the interior. From here, you can see the whole picture of the ancient town in the flowing clouds and flowing water.

The misty mist was overflowing from under the tea table in front of the two of them, which set off the mottled stone slabs under their feet very beautifully, and it could be regarded as a veritable Yunshui Hall.

From the moment Zhu Yao got up to meet him, Fang Qi saw something unusual.

The guy named Buddy Tumu should have regarded Zhu Yao very highly. The conversation between the two of them didn't look like a business relationship between the chief translator and his old employer. Buddy Tumu simply trusted Zhu Yao's words unconditionally.

"Badi Tumu has always liked Chinese culture. After I told him that the layout of this room was modified by you, he has always been very interested in you." Zhu Yao said.

It was obviously a compliment, but he managed to respond to Fang Qi. Of course, it may have nothing to do with what he said. As long as the person who said this sentence was Zhu Yao, it would be difficult for Fang Qi not to respond.

Fang Qi only responded to the greetings, and then turned to the official interview to ask about Baditum's satisfaction with the hotel, whether there is any need or lack of hospitality.

Listening to Zhu Yao relaying word by word to Baditum in words he couldn't understand at all, and then relaying back the words that were not nutritious, this person has a strong sense of superiority that cannot be ignored.

This is... to let him feel the social class difference between himself and his "former love rival"?

Zhu Yao's tone of voice is actually not annoying, on the contrary, it is very comfortable to listen to, but now every time he speaks a word, Fang Qi can't help but want to press his temple.

Fang Qi is not a person who likes to socialize, especially this kind of childish provocation.

Speaking of which, Fang Qi finally understood. Zhu Yao just turned a corner and said a few good things about him in front of his old boss, and his old boss threw an olive branch at him. An olive branch that will never be refused.

Baditum said that he has always wanted to enter the Chinese market, and planned to use the S city as a pilot, and then said to the other party in the tone of "set a small goal that can be achieved": "Since you are a hotel, let's try a hotel first." gone."

"..."

Even if Fang Qi understands that there is no psychological burden to say such things with the financial resources of the bearded gentleman in front of him, he can still feel his sincerity, but this kind of sincere sincerity on a whim makes Fang Qi quite difficult to describe.

No matter how bad the inside is, the outside is still fine.

Facing Zhu Yao’s smile, which seems to be reserved by the upper class, Fang Qi said calmly: “Please tell me, Mr. Zhu, I’m just a returnee with little work experience, and I’m afraid I don’t know more about the local market than Mr. Baditum. How much, thank you for your love."

This time, Zhu Yao didn't ask what Baditum meant, and responded directly to Fang Qi: "Trust me, he won't mind this. It doesn't matter what you do, he just admires you."

Just put a few more smoke and dry ice machines in this room, appreciate it?

Zhu Yao looked at him as if saying, "Look at me, just a few words can give you a chance that is several times better than your current treatment."

Fang Qi now feels from the bottom of his heart that it would be a real loss if he didn't have some unreasonable thoughts about Tao Fang.

Now this person is like a male peacock in his eyes, so why not let him go back and make a business plan for the next quarter.

The financial department here is almost like a decoration, and the reports submitted cannot be read at all. It is said that he only needs to be responsible for the review, but in fact he has to make a new one. The internal financial system of the hotel is also in a mess and needs to be changed.

There is no serious resident manager here, and the management affairs of the upper and lower levels, no matter how big or small, almost all have to go through his hands before making a decision. Does this person really think he is very leisurely?

In the end, Fang Qi emphasized several times that he didn't have the so-called underappreciated talent here to turn the chapter, but the meaning in Zhu Yao's eyes was obvious, and he felt that he didn't accept the charity from his boyfriend's ex because of face.

Fang Qi was quite calm when he walked out, he didn't understand why this group of people came all the way from the Middle East to this county-level city, and they had to drag him to talk nonsense all morning.

Fang Qi hadn't taken two steps before Zhu Yao followed him, looking at the man who was slightly shorter than him in front of him, he asked him again for Tao Fang's contact information, which was blatantly provocative.

"You don't have his contact information?" Fang Qi didn't look weak at all, as if he was talking to an ordinary friend, without any personal emotions.

This person looked like he didn't fight back from the beginning to the end, and he accepted all kinds of things about himself tepidly, but in fact, all the strength was hidden in his bones, which made Zhu Yao feel that he couldn't relieve his anger.

"I only have his original number, not the number he used to study here." Zhu Yao explained.

After saying this, Fang Qi understood. It is estimated that Tao Fang didn't reply to his text message that day, so he blocked him directly, making Zhu Yao think that his original number was no longer used, so he came to him to ask for this number.

"I don't dare. You know his temper. If something is wrong, you will get angry." Fang Qi said and smiled helplessly with a bit of connivance. This was the first time he had shown his emotions this morning. Directly, "You can ask him for it yourself, he doesn't really mind what happened in the past, he will give it to you."

Zhu Yao: "..."

Fang Qi just used this sentence to get all the troubles of the morning back.

"I don't really mind what happened in the past" isn't it just to let Zhu Yao stop thinking here alone, Ren Tao Fang has no idea about you for a long time.

Seeing that Zhu Yao remained silent, Fang Qike was about to say goodbye politely. He was almost at the elevator, but the man chased after him again: "It's time soon, Tao Tao doesn't know how to cook, and eating takeaway is unhealthy. You are busy. I'll send it to him in a moment."

"..." Tao Fang didn't have your food for more than ten years, and I think he is doing well.

When Fang Qi responded, Tao Fang had the final say with a standard face: "I can't control him."

It means that it is useless for you to tell me this, you should hurry up and get Ren Tao Fang's number and tell him yourself.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Yao suddenly made a curve to save the country, so he insisted on threatening him one last time: "Then I will wait for you at the restaurant downstairs at noon, and Baditum asked me to get in touch with you more."

"...Okay." Fang Qi was really convinced.

This person obviously speaks human words, so why does he have the illusion that Confucius is in front of him every day.

Zhu Yao couldn't get in touch with Tao Fang, so he wanted to keep himself by his side so that he couldn't get in touch with Tao Fang?

Fang Qi had nothing to say.

This changed Tao Fang's plan to have lunch with him at noon. After returning to the office, he was ready to report truthfully according to Brother Fang's previous instructions.

It's just that Fang Qi was frightened by the shocking music over there after a phone call: "... Brother Mian?"

What Fang Qihan didn't say out of his mouth was, where's busy dancing?

The author has something to say: There is a little cutie who got to Mr. Fang’s order, and someone picked him