The whole world thinks I still love him [Rebirth]

When he went downstairs with Fu Jiang, Yunji just heard a scream.

That male duck's voice was so unique that he knew it was Xu Peng as soon as he heard it.

Anyway, Xu Peng is already his partner now.

If the partners were going to have something wrong, Yunji would have to take a look at the scene anyway.

Fu Jiang obviously recognized the voice, "Go and have a look?"

The mulberry trees cover a large area of ​​shade, mottled the street lights in the shaded corners.

When they got very close, Yunji saw clearly that Xu Peng was already lying on the ground, rolling around in "hey yo eh yo".

"You're crazy!" Xu Peng didn't know why he was being beaten, and he yelled into the darkness, "I said Yunji likes to pretend, so it's none of your business!"

A tall figure came out from the shadow of the tree and knelt down beside him, "Try to say it again."

Now Yunji could see clearly, that stretched broad shoulders belonged to Cong Lie.

Fu Jiang strode forward, "Hey, what are you doing? Why did you do it?"

Seeing people he knew all around, Xu Peng became more courageous, "Who knows why he's crazy! I was chatting with Liu Qiang here, but he suddenly rushed over and punched me!"

But the one who beat him was Cong Lie, his biggest God of Wealth.

After the initial anger, he didn't dare to speak too loudly, and said, "Teacher Cong's way of greeting people is really special."

Yunji looked at Cong Lie for the first time in the past two days, and realized that he was also looking at him.

It's hard to say what kind of look Cong Lie had in his eyes, but the emotion in it was too strong for Yunji to distinguish.

There was even a moment when he felt that Cong Lie hated himself.

But Yunji looked at Cong Lie, his eyes were calm, "What's going on?"

Cong Lie was silent for a few seconds, then said hoarsely, "They plotted against you."

Xu Peng didn't expect that he also heard the previous paragraph, and immediately became impatient, "Mr. Cong, we were just joking, you don't want to take it seriously!"

Liu Qiang also echoed, "Yes, yes, we are all young, there is no one who cheats the other!"

"Just kidding?" Cong Lie repeated his words, "Let Yunji do a free job for you? Let everyone watch Yunji suffer a crushing defeat?"

Xu Peng's nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He wanted to get angry but didn't dare. A layer of greasy sweat appeared on his forehead, "The contract is approved by Mr. Yun. Besides, it's just a matter between us. Mr. Cong is an outsider, so don't worry about it!"

"Xu Peng, wait a moment," Fu Jiang looked at him and then at Yunji, "What contract? What free labor?"

Yunji stood under the lamp, folded his hands on his chest, and looked at Xu Peng calmly, "Tell me."

Xu Peng was forced into a dead corner, but thinking that the contract had already been signed, he gradually tried to see him, "Mr. Yun signed the contract, can he go back on his word?"

Fu Jiang was overjoyed, "What good things did you sign, can you show it to Big Brother?"

Without saying anything, Yunji opened the contract on the phone and handed it to Fu Jiang.

The changes made by Yunji are highlighted in lavender, and there are about seven or eight places scattered in the contract.

Fu Jiang burst out laughing while watching, and finally bent over and patted his legs with laughter, "I have to write this down, it's a typical business case."

Xu Peng thought he was praising himself, and his swollen cheeks were full of pride, "I just competed with Boss Yun, and I didn't do it for financial gain. I'm showing mercy."

"Hahahaha..." Fu Jiang patted Xu Peng on the shoulder, "Brother, you are not the one who shows mercy."

At first, there was only a trace of confusion on Xu Peng's face, and then he snatched the mobile phone from Fu Jiang's hand, "No, it's impossible!"

He flicked the screen up and down quickly to see the marked points together with his own hands and feet.

"Yunji, you're bullying me!" He shouted until the leaves of the mulberry tree trembled.

The little dots that Yunji changed are inconspicuous individually, but together they can reverse the dark pit he designed.

"Am I cheating on you?" Yunji asked flatly, "You dug the hole yourself, I just bypassed it so you could go in by yourself."

Xu Peng's entire fat face turned pale.

According to the current situation, at that time, let alone Yunji working for nothing, he might have to compensate Hanhai with his capital and interest.

He went to the doctor in a hurry, and turned to Cong Lie, "Mr. Cong, you and my studio are affiliated together. Look at Mr. Yun..."

Xu Peng thought that Cong Lie was Yunji's favorite and had a high status.As long as Cong Lie said a word for him, he still had a chance to stand up.

"Terminate the contract." Cong Lie's short words made Xu Peng's legs soften and lean against the tree trunk.

Xu Peng had countless projects that lost money, and most of them relied on the studio to get dividends from Cong Lie.

If the God of Wealth is allowed to run away, he will really have nothing to sing.

He ignored the contract with Yunji, and hastily explained to Cong Lie: "No, Teacher Cong, our contract has not expired yet, and there is no conflict between us..."

"Aren't we in conflict? You thought I was crazy just now." Cong Lie glanced coldly across his face and turned away.

Now that he had confirmed that Yunji was fine, his mind was full of other things, and he just stared straight at Yunji.

There was a faint tiredness on Yunji's face, "Xu Peng."

Xu Peng immediately agreed with a "hey hey" as if he had been pardoned.

"Since the contract is signed, as long as your hands and feet are clean, you can still make money from this project," Yunji said in a soft but clear voice, "Do you understand?"

Xu Peng lost the big tree Cong Lie, and now his only chance of survival is in Yunji's hands.

He didn't dare not understand, and kept raising his hand to wipe his sweat, "Brother Yun, I understand, I understand."

As long as he adds another hole this year, I'm afraid his father will really throw him out of the house.

Afraid of Yunji's repentance, Xu Peng kept apologizing: "I'm sorry, I'm so obsessed with my own way, and you don't remember villains, so don't bother with me this time."

After he finished speaking, he waited without daring to breathe, swallowing mouthful.

Yunji didn't take another look at Xu Peng, turned around and left.

Fu Jiang followed behind him, coughing and laughing lightly, "Yunyun, I still underestimate you."

"It's nothing." Yunji was a little embarrassed to be praised in person.

"You are very measured. It is rare for young people to understand the principle of not being chased by the poor." Fu Jiang put his arms around his shoulders, "Xu Peng is more courageous than his brains. If he is pushed too hard, he will inevitably jump over the wall, so it is better to lead the dog by a leash. It's in my own hands. Since the money is already in my pocket, I can still sell the Xu family a favor without tearing my face."

He smiled, "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought you were just smart."

Yunji pursed his lips and smiled, "There is a lot of work to be done on paper, and there is still a lot to learn."

Fu Jiang winked, seeing the tall shadow following behind him all the way, he greeted Yunji, "I'm going to go home, come to eat at home when I have time."

Yunji also knew that Cong Lie was following, and waved goodbye to Fu Jiang at the school gate.

At this point in time, many alumni are ready to go out for a party after celebrating from school. There is a lot of traffic jam at the school gate, but it is difficult to get a taxi.

Yunji opened the car-hailing software and selected a series of online car-hailing apps.

"You want to use money, why didn't you tell me?" Cong Lie's voice seemed to be a little choked up in the noisy crowd.

Yunji looked down to check the car-hailing software.

There were too many people taking taxis nearby, so he queued in the 20th place and had to wait for nearly half an hour.

He directly changed the location of the starting point and walked towards an intersection with fewer pedestrians.

"Yunji." Cong Lie followed him.

The footsteps of the clouds are non-stop.

That section of snow-white wrist was hung with jade beads, which swayed back and forth slightly as he walked, and when he got close, he was only a step away from Cong Lie.

But he couldn't reach out to grab it anyway.

"Yunji." Cong Lie raised his voice and called him, and the people in front finally stopped.

He wanted to continue talking, but his throat seemed to be blocked by a thousand words.

He didn't know where to start.

But Yunji stood in front of him, turned around slowly, and spoke first, "I think I need to remind you about something."

Cong Lie stood quietly, waiting.

"You are a public figure, you should be cautious in your words and deeds no matter where you are. Even in a secluded corner like today, you should not do anything." Yunji said calmly.

"But they talk about you behind your back." Cong Lie didn't mention C at all, only dared to mention the first half of the sentence, "Their words are ugly."

Yunji smiled softly, "There are a lot of people talking about me. If talking about me is useful, then I would probably be drowned in spittle. I don't care what people say about me. But if you get caught today , It will be a big disturbance. I can't afford such a consequence."

Cong Lie's eyes fell on his shallow dimples, so gentle, yet seemingly without warmth.

For a moment, it was so heavy that he couldn't lift his eyes up.

Cong Lie couldn't stand him using such an official tone, "But I..."

"Do you understand what I said?" Yun Ji interrupted his defense briefly and peacefully.

Cong Lie lowered his head and didn't speak.

The crowd of cars arrived.

Before leaving, he smiled politely at Cong Lie, "Teacher Cong, I hope our future cooperation will be pleasant."

The white energy-saving vehicle with a green card quickly disappeared from sight.

Cong Lie watched the traffic light turn from red to green and then red again, not even knowing how he got home.

--

It turns out that C is Charlie.

Cong Lie sat in front of the crystal piano, brushing his fingers over the cool black and white keys.

The shock and horror of being under the mulberry tree at the school still lingered in his mind.

For a moment, he even wanted to kill Xu Peng to silence him, so that Yunji would never know that he knew he was C.

He was afraid that Yunji would misunderstand.

He was also afraid of C's misunderstanding.

When he closed his eyes, he could recall the careless but ingenious greetings in the email.

He used to think that he had figured out what C was from reading between the lines.

He can easily recognize him with just a back view and a word.

In fact, he did remember the first sentence Yunji said to him.

He said.

"Hi Cong Lie, I'm Yunji. We once met through the glass, do you still remember?"

Cong Lie remembered the young man who stopped outside the karaoke room.

At that time, he was watching him through the window, his face turned slightly to a small angle, and he was listening to Cong Lie's immediate superior.

The beige suit on his body is extremely well-made, with a handmade feel from the collar to the cuffs.

That sunset-colored tie probably couldn't be bought by many people in this city with a year's salary.

There was almost no expression on his face, and his eyes were slightly lowered, as if willing to listen to people was a gift he gave.

It is beautiful and exquisite, and has the condescending majesty of the superior.

Nothing had changed until they met again.

Cong Lie had seen this kind of condescension in the man he should have called "father".

And that man once kicked his heart like throwing off a mad dog.

So how did he answer Yunji?

"Hi, I don't quite remember."

He never thought that C would be such an active and wanton person.

At that time, after Cong Lie finished singing, he could often meet McLarens or Lamborghinis gathered at the company gate.

"Going for a drive?"

"I know a Hangbang dish tastes very good, do you want to try it?"

"Going to the movies this weekend?"

Cong Lie has refused many times, maybe he never accepted it at all.

Later, there was a joke about the airship, and Yunji wrote "Can Cong Lie date me" in the largest font size on the airship's slogan.

The title of "Cong Lie Airship" has been on the hot search for a week but has not come down.

From this point of view, C didn't lie to him. He really doesn't know much about dating, and he confesses in a flamboyant and clumsy way.

In the second week, Cong Lie agreed to try dating him.

That's because he thought that a rich second generation like Yunji was precious only if he couldn't get it.If he agrees, it means that there will be no "can't get it", and you only have to wait for Yunji to get tired of it.

In a way, he was right.

Because ever since he agreed to socialize with Yunji, he has become much cleaner.

Yunji seems to agree that he is a person who does not show his feelings, and falls in love like the most ordinary people.

Ask him out for dinner, bed, flowers and gifts.

Even though he didn't have any feedback, Yunji accepted it.

He used to wonder why Yunji's superficial love never ends.

But he didn't realize what he was looking forward to.

But actually think about it, Yunji overlaps with C in many places.

Yunji would also tell him to stay up late and not sit for long periods of time. He told him that fans are food and clothing, and parents must respect them, just like C once told him to respect those who love him.

Yunji often wears a mask during the catkin flying season, and prepares his own as well.

Yunji's life schedule is also unstable, but he always thought it was because he was fooling around outside.

Yunji is also very generous, giving away hundreds of thousands of guitars.

It's just that Cong Lie preconceived that C is mature and steady.

And gathering, so straightforward and enthusiastic.

Cong Lie held an unlit Yellow Crane Tower in his hand.

It was Yunji's favorite brand, and Cong Lie once saw him smoke two packs of big gold bricks a day.

But last time on the balcony of the photography studio, he saw that Yunji was smoking a wide box of Mantianyou, and the price of ten boxes was not worth half a pack of gold bricks.

He lit the cigarette with a lighter and took a slow puff.

The entrance is soft, but the aftertaste is spicy.

It looks like a knife hidden in the cotton, it looks like a white and soft ball, and when it cuts off the bond, it doesn't mess around at all.

Cong Lie didn't take a second puff, but just watched the cigarette burn out slowly.

He used to think that Yunji was superficial and irresponsible, and that Yunji would only hang out in bars at night.

But Yunji is the one who has practiced a good handwriting, and Yunji is the one who works hard all night.

Even if Cong Lie doesn't understand shopping malls, he can see Yunji's talent that is different from ordinary people.

It seems that Yunji can't be C, but it can perfectly match the vacancy left by C in Cong Lie's heart.

Cong Lie is very clear that his feelings for C are respect and love without any delusions.

But there seemed to be a seed that had just germinated in his heart, and the words "C is Gathering" seemed to be urging growth, making this newborn desire stretch out into sharp thorns for a moment, tightly coiled with inexplicable pain in mind.

What is it that hurts?Cong Lie clutched his chest that was so painful that it was empty, and couldn't understand it.

Cong Lie looked at the gradually brightening sky outside the window, and took a deep breath.

He took out his mobile phone and dialed a voice message to Yunji through WeChat, and after a few rings, he refused to answer.

After thinking for a few seconds, he changed his work number and called Yunji directly.

The connection over there was quickly connected, and Yunji's nasal voice was very strong, "Hello."

Cong Lie opened his mouth several times before speaking, his voice was completely hoarse, "I..."

He cleared his throat to make his voice sound less deliberate, "The new song I wrote last time when I was shooting a magazine. I just adjusted the lyrics and music, please listen to it for me."

Yunji obviously hasn't woken up yet, so he said slowly, "Oh, it's Cong Lie...do you have something to do at work?"

"After the song is written, isn't it also a matter of work?" Cong Lie said with a strained voice.

That song was thought of when Yunji was arranging his hair, and now he doesn't want to put it in the album, so he just let Yunji listen to it alone.

"Now? It's not until six o'clock?" Yunji's voice slowly came to his senses, "No need, can't you just make the mix and record the master tape? Why don't you listen to it for me? I don't understand music."

Cong Lie couldn't find anything to say for a long time, and the palm holding the phone was sweaty and slippery.

After waiting for a few seconds, Yunji spoke first, "If Mr. Cong has nothing else to do, let's do it first."

"No, I want to become a shareholder." Cong Lie grabbed a straw indiscriminately.

"Investing in shares? Are you talking about Hanhai raising funds to build a recording studio?" There was a groping sound from Yunji, as if he had gotten up, "But I don't need funds for the time being, and I got Xu Peng's money .”

Cong Lie was very grateful that the bank completed the transfer for himself yesterday, "Can we meet? My money has also been transferred to your account. And I have terminated the relationship with Xu Peng's studio, maybe there is something in our contract Needs to be updated too."

There was a hesitant silence.

"I can't find a studio to take over for a while, and I want to hand over the work they were in charge of to Han Hai," Cong Lie cleared his throat again, "All the dividends will be transferred here as they are."

"Okay, then let's talk face to face." Yunji's voice was always a little hoarse, and he didn't sound very energetic.

Cong Lie was silent for a few seconds, but still asked, "Have you caught a cold?"

Yunji didn't answer his question, "Come to my house at eleven o'clock."

Cong Lie glanced at his watch, "What are you going to eat in the morning, do you want..."

"That's it, just come over at eleven o'clock." Yunji didn't say much, and hung up the phone directly.

He didn't want to hear what Cong Lie said.

In fact, he could probably guess that Cong Lie would fight Xu Peng last night, probably because he heard what he said.

Adding the phrase "he's plotting against you" and that dodging look in his eyes, there is a high probability that Cong Lie knows something he has done for him.

Because he didn't want Cong Lie to be burdened with falling in love, Yunji never told him about helping him come back.

But at that time, he also contacted the Xu family to help Cong Lie, and Xu Peng was a big talker, so maybe he entrusted Uncle Xu to help unblock Cong Lie.

At the end of her previous life, Yun Shu told him that she forced Cong Lie to marry him by coercion.

Thinking about it now, how could Cong Lie give up his principles just because Yun Shu said that he would ruin him with his character of steadfastness?

It's nothing more than knowing that I spent a lot of money to dig him out of the snow, and once I got it out, I promised him with my body.

So it's normal for Cong Lie to be emotionally affected.

Yunji is familiar with and understands his various impromptu artist behaviors, and does not want to spend too much time analyzing and dealing with them for the time being.

Just in case, Yunji went online to search for topics related to the fourth high school celebration yesterday, to find out the direction of the wind.

The most popular topics are all about Cong Lie, such as Cong Lie signing, Cong Lie eating, and Cong Lie walking. It seems that Cong Lie is a walking spot, and people take pictures of everything he does.

Fortunately, no one caught Cong Lie and Xu Peng fighting at that time, and there was no discussion about it.

But after searching, Yunji saw his name.

The reason is that when they were at the school gate together last night, they were photographed.

In the photo, Cong Lie lowered his head, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at him from the side, but his face was blocked by the hat.

And he himself was looking at the car-hailing software on his mobile phone, but he didn't find the camera.

In the dim light, there are cars coming and going. If you don't know the situation, you may really think that they are a couple waiting for the car together.

Yunji clicked into the comment area and found that his name was appearing on every floor with extremely high frequency.

In fact, ever since he pursued Cong Lie on the Internet, it has long been a routine for him to notify 999+ of the situation.

And basically scold him.

However, he has been scolded by Mr. Yun since he was a child, and it is even more impossible for others to follow you all day long if he is in the business world.

What cruel words has he never heard?In Yunji's eyes, netizens' indiscriminate and organic greetings are like a baby spitting bubbles, and most of them don't even make a sound.

Those who scold him are nothing more than saying that he is a bereaved dog who rubs the heat, that he doesn't know what is good or bad, shameless, and stay away from Cong Lie as soon as possible.

There is also talk about when Cong Lie will terminate the contract with Han Hai and get rid of the bundled marketing as soon as possible.

Some people even thought that he blocked the camera and delayed them from watching Cong Lie.

Generally more conventional.

Then Yunji saw a wave of small comments popping up in this pile of stinking spitting stars, tearing them apart with one enemy at a time.

[Who are you, dare to say Yunji?Are you handsomer or richer than him? 】

[Isn't it too convenient to type and swear?At your level of education, can you still write Chinese characters without using a keyboard? 】

[Gathering yyds!Yunji is my wife! 】

[Will those who scold Yunji shut up?Is it related to you Cong Lie?Who cares about rubbing your heat?Don't play tricks on yourself! 】

In less than a minute, Yunji found that the number of comments, which had been growing at a constant rate, suddenly ushered in a surge.

He retreated to take a look, and it turned out that there was a group photo of this photo.

One of them showed Cong Lie's face, and his eyes on Yunji seemed to be extremely focused in the blurry image quality.

And a big V reposted it with super words: #火烧云cp超话# I am imprisoned for love, you are my immortal god.

On the hot search page, the title of "Gathering Congregate" visibly jumps upwards, reaching a new height every time.

Yunji frowned slightly, and directly notified Fu Qing to click on this trending search and buy some other topics about donations to help farmers and students.

Fu Qing was a little puzzled, "Isn't this a good flow?"

Yunji's tone was light, "Although he is both capable and an idol, Cong Lie is young and has a good image after all, so there is no need to tie up a non-existent CP."

He added another sentence, "Let the PR give me some money, and find that big V who doesn't know what to say and get eyeballs to withdraw Chaohua."

Fu Qing felt that he was not in a good mood, so she didn't dare to ask more questions, and agreed directly.

After hanging up the phone, Yunji took another look at Chaohua, the number of Weibo in it was growing exponentially.

Especially an ID called "Liang Liang Yue Se", whose avatar should not be a star chasing teenager, keeps appearing in the front row.

Yunji frowned and clicked on the avatar that had been so peaceful for a long time, and saw a lot of lucky draws forwarded on the homepage, from hand warmers to mechanical keyboards, and from hand cream to houses.

Turning to the very front, there is a photo of a fat orange lying in the sun, with the text "I suspect that my boss is not a man at all, or his eyesight is bad."

He couldn't help chuckling.

But when he retreated to the hot search interface, he couldn't help but frowned again. Looking at the ups and downs of the discussion, it was a bit of a headache.

He walked to the kitchen, suffocated the slightly cooled traditional Chinese medicine in one gulp, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his body.

He woke up too early this morning, and he had a slight cold, and he couldn't keep his eyes open after a little effort.

He fell asleep on the sofa for a while.

In the dream, Cong Lie stood on a high stage, surrounded by a sea of ​​stars made of fluorescent sticks, swaying left and right with his singing.

Yunji stood in a remote corner, tiptoed hard but could only see a small corner of the stage.

Cong Lie took the microphone stand and walked from one side of the stage to the other. The cheers almost knocked over the glass roof of the stadium.

This kind of scene seems to have happened too many times, and the clouds in the dream are even a little habitual.

At the end of the song, Yunji found that his suit was broken and scattered on the ground.

He got up and was about to leave, but the fans around him grabbed him, "Is that you? Brazenly pestering Cong Lie!"

Yunji didn't want to explain, so he pushed that wet hand away.

But more hands came up, rolling him deep like a tide.

At this time, Cong Lie, who he hadn't seen face to face, suddenly appeared, holding the microphone and saying loudly: "Mr. Yun, not all possessions can be called..."

The overwhelming flames, the tips of the fingers are hot, and the end of the burning sensation is unexpectedly cool.

The sound of gasoline leaking was gurgling, reminding Yunji of the slow-flowing Qingxi in summer nights, and of Cong Lie's bright eyes.

Since he refused to look at himself, forget it.

The carriage exploded in flames.

Yunji was lucky, it was better to die, since he would not have to listen to him finish that sentence.

"Gathering! Gathering!"

He woke up to the sound of knocking on the door.

As soon as Yunji opened his eyes, the sweat streaming down his forehead made his eyes sore.

He rubbed his eyes to open the door, but was hit hard on his knee by the sharp corner of the coffee table.

"Hiss—" He couldn't help bending over to cover his numb knee.

"Gathering!!" The door was almost smashed through.

"Here we come." Yunji raised his head in agreement, and limped to open the door.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Cong Lie's anxious face.

His brows were tightly furrowed, and his chest was violently heaved by his breathing.

"What are you shouting for?" Yunji said lightly.

His eyes were bloodshot from the sting of sweat, and they were slightly red from the white to the end of his eyes, making him look extraordinarily fragile.

"Why do you..." Cong Lie's first three words were still on fire, and the tone of the latter gradually weakened, "...won't you open the door?"

Yunji rubbed his knees and walked back, "Sorry, I fell asleep just now."

Cong Lie followed closely behind him, "What's wrong with your leg?"

"I touched it." Yunji lifted up his pajama pants and took a look, the place where he was knocked had already swelled up quickly, and his fair skin was faintly bluish red.

"Do you have ice at home?" Cong Lie turned and walked to the kitchen.

"No, you sit down and rest for a while, I'll come over later." Yunji pointed at the table, "There is water on the table, if you are thirsty, you can pour it yourself."

He didn't deliberately alienate him, but his casual and polite tone seemed as if Cong Lie was really just a colleague who came to talk about work.

"I'm not going to the company today. Considering your status, the home is a little more secluded than the outside when it comes to business. Of course, if you mind, I want to be more formal. I can also make an appointment now, and there is still time." Yunji put the Chinese medicine on the coffee table Picking up the bowl, he didn't look at Cong Lie as he limped past him.

"It's good here." Cong Lie followed him into the kitchen, wanting to take the medicine bowl in his hand.

Yunji slightly raised his eyebrows and moved away.

He half-jokingly said: "I've already finished my drink, and I'm going to talk about business today. If you're allergic, no one will take you to the hospital."

Cong Lie stood beside him, his head almost touching the hanging cabinet next to him, hesitated for a while and then said: "That day at the pet hospital..."

"The kitchen is a little crowded, go sit on the sofa." Yunji pointed behind him with his thumb.

Cong Lie stopped talking, just waited quietly by his side.

After Yunji finished washing the dishes, he suddenly remembered something, "At the pet hospital..."

Cong Lie raised his drooping eyes immediately.

"It was you who paid the violation ticket, right? I'm sorry, but I've been a little busy lately, so I'll pass it on to you immediately." Yunji wiped his hands and went to unlock the phone.

Cong Lie's phone vibrated quickly.

It was a WeChat transfer notification of 200 yuan.

"I didn't want to ask this." Cong Lie didn't order any red envelopes, and his voice was eager, "I want to say..."

"No matter what you know, Cong Lie, it has no effect on our relationship. You know we broke up, right?" Yunji interrupted him again.

Although the sweat on his face had been washed off, his skin was soaked and turned pale.

He was leaning on the sofa, his overly thin waist looked empty in his pajamas.

But he spoke in a deliberate manner, with the same calmness and style as in the e-mail.

"Last time, I made our relationship very clear. I explained the reason why I didn't make it clear, and I apologized. I called you here today, not to discuss personal matters with you." Yunji gave I poured myself a glass of water and drank it slowly, "If you just want to take advantage of work to say something meaningless today, you can leave now."

Cong Lie took a deep look at him and turned his eyes away.

Cha Xiaoli, who was next to him, obviously forgot to eat but didn't remember to spank, twisted his little buttocks to get closer to him, and barked at him milkily.

Cong Lie didn't touch Zha Xiaoli, but stared at Yunji's rolled up pajama pants legs, "Apply it, legs."

Yunji opened the account report email that Fu Qing had just sent him, "Quiet."

Cha Xiaoli and Cong Lie fell silent.

Cong Lie sat on the single sofa, watching Yunji silently.

Too thin, he was so thin that his straight collarbone could be seen faintly under the neckline.

His shoulders seemed barely able to support his pajamas, they were thinly covered under the soft fabric, forming a steep right angle, thin and sharp.

He looked at the tablet with a slight frown, and his body was slightly opened to a relaxed angle. Under the rolled-up trousers were evenly slender calves, which seemed to be easily held by one hand.

Cong Lie got up, went to the refrigerator to pull out a can of cold beer.

He walked back to Yunji and squatted down, and slowly pressed the beer can against the bruise on Yunji's knee.

Yunji raised his eyes abruptly, and that gaze caught Cong Lie in an instant.

Strange and cold, even layers of tiredness couldn't hide the repulsion in his eyes.

"It's swollen." Cong Lie avoided his gaze.

Yunji stared at him for a long time, completely awe-inspiring.

But Cong Lie just didn't take away the beer in his hand, raised his head, his eyes only stopped at the height of the gathered Adam's apple, and he didn't look up.

The two stood still.

Zha Xiaoli was already flattened on the ground, with his big ears pressed against his head, and his black and white eyes looked back and forth between the two of them.

Yunji tried his best to adjust his thoughts to the working state, "I received the money you sent, can you tell me your intentions?"

"What's the intention?" Cong Lie didn't understand this, "If you need money, I'll call you."

In fact, although Cong Lie's words were simple, Yunji had to agree.

Originally, he wanted Xu Peng's money to build a recording studio.

But even if the money for the recording studio is in place, for a company that is just in its infancy, there are countless gaps in waiting for money.

Even if they come one by one according to the priority, Yunji will never feel too much money.

The more Cong Lie didn't understand, the more he had to explain in place, "How to use the funds and what the rate of return is, these are my standards for Fu Jiang."

He handed Cong Lie a document, "What kind of conditions do you want to invest twice as much money in him?"

"I don't want anything in return." Cong Lie lowered his head, "Just let Han Hai take over the duties of the studio."

Yunji calculated a little bit in his mind, and Cong Lie was called a white worker, and he was a slap in the face.

For himself and Han Hai, there is indeed no harm, but he does not want to take advantage of Cong Lie's ignorance of the rules.

"Then the capital investment is proportional to the return. I will give you twice the return, is that okay?" Yunji asked him.

"Okay," Cong Lie's eyes were still fixed on Yunji's knee, "let's go to the hospital now."

I just touched it on the table. It hurts a little bit, but it's not to the extent that I need to go to the hospital.

Yunji pushed away Cong Lie's hand holding down the beer, checked his legs a little, and then said to Cong Lie: "I will type out a copy of the contract for you first, and you can go back and check it carefully. If there is no problem, do it again." If you change your mind during this period, I can return the money to you at any time."

Cong Lie said nothing.

Waiting for the contract to be typed out, he swiped his pen directly at Party A's position, "Is that all right? Don't you really need to go to the hospital?"

Looking at the bruises on Yunji's knees, he felt that he couldn't breathe smoothly.

"You go, I'll be fine after a night of sleep." From Yunji's point of view, talking about business with Cong Lie was a waste of effort.

He has never been in contact with it at all, and he is not interested in understanding it at all. It seems that he wants to jump into a pit.

But since Cong Lie handed over the money to him, he will make the best use of it, and will not give Cong Lie any less in the future.

Business is business.

Cong Lie stared at him without speaking, as if he was waiting for something.

This day has not been idle, Yunji is really tired and uncomfortable.

When Cong Lie left, he was going to call Yun Shu to accompany him to the hospital.

He pointed to the door, "Go."

Cong Lie sat without moving.

Zha Xiaoli had his slippers on his ears.

Sweat dripped from Yunji's forehead, and he raised his eyebrows slightly, "Don't move, right?"

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Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Yali and Jiu;

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