forgotten island

After Nan Qing left, the huge house suddenly became quiet. Something unspeakable settled in the space of several hundred square meters. Even in such a quiet environment, Zhang Chengyi heard the sound of fallen leaves falling on the ground. The leaf edge covered with thorns seemed to have landed on his heart, cutting open his beating heart.

Zhang Chengyi stood motionless, looking at the closed door. Outside the door, the sound of Nan Qing dragging the suitcase had long since disappeared. Zhang Chengyi moved a step slightly, and the dazzling chandelier was at his feet. It is filled with light, but it also casts shadows.

In the end Zhang Chengyi just smiled, a look of indifference gradually emerged on that handsome face, then as if nothing had happened, he glanced at the broken pocket watch on the ground, and went upstairs without looking back.

That night, Zhang Chengyi had a dream.

He dreamed of Nanqing, dreaming that Nanqing was playing the cello on the stage, and he himself was hiding in the overcrowded audience, looking up at him.Nan Qing lowered his head, his soft hair covered his eyebrows, his eyes were as gentle as if water could be squeezed out, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, his whole body was covered with white light from the stage light, blurring his The clothes on his body seemed to be wrapped in faint clouds.

If this is not a dream, it must be a visual and auditory enjoyment.

Zhang Chengyi watched in rapt attention... the him in the dream couldn't pretend and couldn't ignore the heartbeat brought to him by the scene on the stage, so he rose and fell like a drum, struggling to wake up from the dream.He clearly understood that this was a dream, but he couldn't wake up.

So he could only watch Nan Qing play a complete song, and amidst thunderous applause, the curtain call was in front of his eyes, and then overlapped with the back of Nan Qing who opened the door and left.From the beginning to the end, Nan Qing didn't look at Zhang Chengyi, his eyes swept across the auditorium as he bowed, and then supported his cello with lowered eyes, waiting for the curtain to descend.

The curtain fell slowly, and the stage lights dimmed, along with the closed door.All disappeared before Zhang Chengyi's eyes.

This is a real but false dream.

When Zhang Chengyi woke up, there was a thin layer of sweat on his back, he turned around habitually to hug the person beside him, but the place where his hand fell was not warm, only the cold sheet, Zhang Chengyi was taken aback, curled his fingers, Slowly put it back, propped up the bed and climbed up, he almost subconsciously glanced at the head of the bed, usually Nan Qing had already put away the clothes and accessories to be worn today.This instinctive action made Zhang Chengyi's mind suddenly clearer. He frowned and looked away, a little annoyed by his subconscious behavior.

Wearing slippers, rubbing his hair, he lazily walked into the bathroom, randomly picked up a toothbrush and stuffed it into his mouth, but he took it out again in the next second, he lowered his eyelids, glanced at the toothbrush, there was no toothpaste on it, Zhang Chengyi Holding his toothbrush and standing there, he belatedly realized that he didn't know where to put the disposable face towels, because they were usually prepared by Nan Qing, so he didn't know the exact location of the things, and today's breakfast was also ...

The force in his hands could not be clenched tightly, and the palms of his hands turned red. This feeling that he couldn't control was too uncomfortable. Every inch reminded Zhang Chengyi of that person who didn't know what to do. He bit his lip hard. , raised his hand as if venting, smashed the toothbrush on the glass, and then landed on the sink. Zhang Chengyi used so much force that the glass was smashed into cracks like spider webs. On the stage, he was breathing heavily, trying hard to regulate his sudden runaway mood. After an unknown amount of time, the sound of heavy breathing in the bathroom gradually calmed down.

He raised his head and stared at himself in the mirror with red eyes, it took a long time before he started to move, recovered to his original state, washed his face solemnly, and went downstairs.

Zhang Chengyi went directly to the company to have breakfast, and dealt with important matters, especially the dinner that he missed last night.In the evening, just after Zhang Chengyi finished his work, he received a call from his fox friend.

"Hey, Cheng Yi, I have a few chicks here. They are very clean. Do you want to come and see them? They are the type you like." The person on the other end of the phone spoke in a frivolous tone.

Zhang Chengyi was sitting on a soft chair with a mobile phone in his hand. He didn't answer immediately. He stopped after he was busy, and the first thing he thought of was whether Nan Qing had gone home. In fact, Zhang Chengyi had always subconsciously thought that Nan Qing was just Losing his temper, he didn't care too much about this seemingly plain but violent quarrel.Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, he looked at the glazed street outside, and the lights were dim like neon lights hanging above the night market.

"Cheng Yi? Are you listening?"

Zhang Chengyi turned his chair around, and his eyes fell on the computer here. He stretched out his hand and clicked, and the surveillance at the door of the house suddenly appeared on the screen.

Zhang Chengyi's faint voice came out: "Is it a rabbit?"

"No, I know you don't like rabbits. You are a college student I just met and came out to look for a job. Don't you like it? Let me show you first, and I will use the rest as a rabbit."

While listening to the voice in the receiver, Zhang Chengyi stared at the computer intently while moving the mouse with the other hand.

"Are you coming?"

The surveillance video from this morning to the present has long passed on the screen. There is no figure of Nan Qing in the open space, only a lonely door and the garden that Zhang Chengyi has cleaned up long ago. On the screen, the light from the screen made the back of his hand turn white. After a few seconds, Zhang Chengyi turned off the computer expressionlessly and said to the phone.

"I'm coming here."

The car soon arrived at the Jinyu Mansion. The people who went to the mansion were either rich or expensive, and Zhang Chengyi was a frequent visitor. Almost as soon as he got out of the car, someone came up with a smile on his face: "Today, Chairman Zhang plans to..."

"There are arrangements." Zhang Chengyi threw the key to the person waiting beside him.

"Okay, okay. Then I won't bother Zhang Dong."

Zhang Chengyi ignored it and went directly to Wen Jingrui's large private room. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Wen Jingrui hugging a beautiful woman in his arms. He opened his mouth leisurely and ate the fruit fed by the beauty. The other princelings also hugged themselves. They were warm, fragrant and soft, and there were a few young boys standing beside them. Zhang Chengyi seemed to be used to it, and walked in with a calm demeanor.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Wen Jingrui raised his eyes and looked over. Seeing that the person at the door was Zhang Chengyi, he immediately pushed away the woman in his arms: "Chengyi, you are really a busy person, and finally you have time to get together with us."

Zhang Chengyi nodded politely, and sat directly in the middle seat. Among this group of princelings, only Zhang Chengyi sat the highest. At the same age, the others were either just small managers, or puppets without real power. He doesn't even think about making progress, he only knows how to squander the family's money, and Zhang Chengyi has won the first place among many princes, and has already taken power over the entire Zhang family.

The higher the position, the more people are afraid and respected, and the princelings basically follow Zhang Chengyi's lead.

After Zhang Chengyi sat down, no one dared to approach him except Wen Jingrui, and they all leaned to the side.

Zhang Chengyi had long since realized the strangeness, picked up the wine on the table and poured a glass, took a sip, then glanced at Wen Jingrui, and said bluntly, "Where is he?"

Wen Jingrui winked, and a few people who were standing nearby came over and stood in front of Zhang Chengyi in a respectful manner.

"It's all clean." Wen Jingrui said with a smile, but he secretly rejoiced that Zhang Chengyi was not good at women, otherwise he would be reluctant to give Zhang Chengyi the treasures in his hand.

Zhang Chengyi's wrist was hanging on his lap, slowly shaking the wine in the glass, his gaze casually passed over those faces, they were undoubtedly clean and good-looking, Wen Jingrui was very picky, and it was indeed himself The one I like.In the end, Zhang Chengyi put his gaze on one of the people, looked him up and down, in the dimly lit box, this person's eyes were exceptionally clear, clean with inexperienced eyes, although the pupil color was a bit pale but still very bright, The skin is fair without blemishes.

Zhang Chengyi stood up, put the wine glass on the table, and walked in front of that person.

The man became visibly tense, his body was tense, and his beautiful eyes were covered by drooping eyelids.Zhang Chengyi frowned, and raised his face frivolously with his fingers, the man's breathing became disordered in an instant, and his face turned red with naked eyes.

"What's your name?" Zhang Chengyi asked.

The man stumbled and said, "Mi, Yu."

Zhang Chengyi: "Your eyes are beautiful, what did you study in college?"

"Big, cello."

Zhang Chengyi's hand holding his chin froze, his eyes shifted, and his taste changed a bit. He withdrew his hand, and also withdrew his gaze just now. He didn't say a word, turned around and came to another person, what? Without asking, she rubbed him into her arms.

The person standing on one side saw that the handsome man in front of him suddenly changed his expression, let go of himself suddenly, and then came to the other side without looking back. He looked at Zhang Chengyi with some incomprehension, and there was something in his eyes that he couldn't hide. With a pleading look, he clearly knew that if the person in front of him didn't choose him, his fate would be the same as that of the group of people who were not selected, and he would be given to those who are even more humble to enjoy.

Wen Jingrui: "Cheng Yi likes this?"

Zhang Chengyi smiled lightly: "This is not bad."

"The one just now is not bad, it's the best-looking one."

Zhang Chengyi: "It's very pretty, but I don't like playing the cello."

When Wen Jingrui heard this, he waved his hands and said in disbelief, "The canary you hid is the cello player." As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Zhang Chengyi's face suddenly changed. Zhang Chengyi seldom was in this group He made a black face in front of the princelings, so when Wen Jingrui saw Zhang Chengyi's gradually sinking face, he immediately realized that he had said something wrong.

Zhang Chengyi's sudden change of face made the surrounding atmosphere a lot more dignified. Wen Jingrui originally wanted to take this opportunity to show other princelings, and he could invite Zhang Chengyi, but he didn't expect that Zhang Chengyi would suddenly not give him face. Naturally, he was unhappy, but the person in front of him was Zhang Chengyi, so he couldn't express his emotions.

So he smiled, and quickly opened the body guard: "Cheng Yi likes it, this is it."

Zhang Chengyi didn't answer any more, let go of his rubbing hands, and walked towards the door. The selected person followed immediately. When Zhang Chengyi was about to go out, he suddenly stopped and said, "There are only a few left, just leave." Let them go, I will bear the loss."

As soon as Wen Jingrui heard it, he knew that Zhang Chengyi was answering the question for him: "What is the relationship between me and you? If you say let them go, just let them go."

After all, Wen Jingrui is different from other princelings. Not only has he known Zhang Chengyi since he was a child, but he also comes from a very prestigious military family. Zhang Chengyi himself knew that his behavior just now was inappropriate, so he nodded his head as a way of expressing his gratitude.

After walking out of the mansion, Zhang Chengyi talked to the person behind him, but did not look at him, and turned his back to him and said, "Let's go to the hotel."