Song Yuzhang

Song Yuzhang felt inexplicably that he seemed to be pursued.

He said "it seems" because the fact was so ridiculous that he couldn't believe it.

Yu Feiyu, this top talent with outstanding intelligence, seemed to have taken a fancy to him after meeting him once, and sent him flowers for three days in a row, about the salary that "Xiao Meng" gave this senior brother It's not low, but it allows him to spend money wantonly on these flashy things.

"President," Liu Chu held a large bouquet of snow-white camellias, "that fake foreign devil has sent flowers again."

Song Yuzhang raised his face, slid the pen twice in his hand, and tapped the table, "Put it there."

Liu Chu responded, put the bouquet on Song Yuzhang's desk, fiddled with it a little, and said carelessly: "President, you are quite popular with men."

Song Yuzhang put the pen on the table and looked at him with a half-smile.

Liu Chu was thick-skinned, still grinning, "I think the second master of the Nie family seems to like you quite a bit, and he hugged you really tight that time."

Song Yuzhang leaned back on the chair and gave him a friendly hook, "Come here."

Liu Chu went around the table and walked in front of him, and then his neck was strangled by Song Yuzhang's arms. Song Yuzhang looked slender and tall, but his arms were quite strong, and Liu Chu screamed wildly.

"Do you hold me tightly?"

"President, President, I was wrong, I was wrong..."

Song Yuzhang let go of him, and Liu Chu jumped far away, covered his neck and wrinkled his face and said, "It is said that adults don't remember the faults of villains, why do you still care about a child like me, President?"

Song Yuzhang glanced at him, "Are you going to be a child, or my subordinate? If you want to be a child, you can go home to nurse now. If you want to be my subordinate, just keep your mouth shut."

After being taught a lesson, Liu Chu was still thick-skinned. He stuck out his tongue and ran to the door of the office with a smile on his face. He leaned against the door and said to Song Yuzhang, "President, I won't say who will send you flowers next time."

After the door closed, Song Yuzhang looked at the snow-white camellia, shook his head with a faint smile.

When the bank was closed, Song Yuzhang got out of the bank and saw Yu Feiyu waiting for him at the gate of the bank.

Yu Feiyu is tall, wearing a dark blue bomber jacket, which makes his legs look longer and longer, and with the bright smile on his face, he is very conspicuous at the bank entrance in winter.

Yu Feiyu saw Song Yuzhang first, and waved at Song Yuzhang from a distance.

Song Yuzhang was glad that Yu Feiyu didn't have a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"Mr. Yu."

"President Song," Yu Feiyu smiled with a mouthful of white and bright teeth. He seemed to be too hot and full of energy. "I'm going out of the city tomorrow for a field trip. I want to see you before I leave."

"Oh..." Song Yuzhang said, "It's time for a field trip. Are there enough people?"

"Enough, Haizhou also has a lot of talents."

"good."

After Song Yuzhang finished speaking, he didn't know what to say, so he stood face to face with Yu Feiyu, rather staring at each other.

Yu Feiyu wasn't embarrassed, with steam rising from his mouth, "President Song, do you have an appointment tonight?"

Song Yuzhang thought for a while, then said: "Yes."

Yu Feiyu was still not embarrassed, not at all frustrated by being rejected, and said generously: "Then do you mind if I send you to the appointment?"

Song Yuzhang was a little caught off guard.

Yu Feiyu said: "I have driven a tank in Moscow, and my skills are very good."

Song Yuzhang has been in contact with all kinds of people, and it is the first time that Yu Feiyu can talk so much, because generally speaking, he is the one who coaxes people.

Song Yuzhang glanced at him, and Yu Feiyu smiled all over his face. His smile was never frivolous or annoying. It made people feel that he was sincere and happy from the heart.

Song Yuzhang felt that he hadn't been this happy for a long time.

"Ok."

Yu Feiyu came by car. Song Yuzhang was very familiar with the car—the Meng family's car.

Yu Feiyu said: "I haven't been back to China for a long time, and I don't plan to stay for a long time, so I won't buy things. Xiaomeng has money, and there are many cars at home, so I just let him borrow one."

Song Yuzhang sat in the co-pilot, rested his forehead with his left hand, raised his eyebrows slightly, "Well, Xiaomeng is indeed rich."

Yu Feiyu laughed, "Why do you call him Xiaomeng? Are you younger than him?"

"I do as the Romans do."

Yu Feiyu smiled again, turned to look at Song Yuzhang, "President Song, you are really interesting."

Yu Feiyu's family has certain similarities with Meng Tingjing's. His father is also a great Confucian. Fortunately for Meng Tingjing, besides being a great Confucian, his father also works part-time as a farmer, not a pervert.

Mr. Yu loved reading and farming all his life. Yu Feiyu went to the fields to transplant rice seedlings when he came back from school when he was a child.

It's not that the family can't afford to hire a helper, but that Mr. Yu thinks farming is very interesting and asks his son to play with him.

Yu Feiyu also thinks farming is very interesting.

Mrs. Yu thinks farming is boring and prefers to walk the dog.

Therefore, the scene of the Yu family in the evening was that Mrs. Yu hugged her sweetheart, Little Jingba, and watched her husband and son planting rice seedlings in the muddy fields.

Later, Yu Feiyu left his hometown to go to Beijing to study, and then traveled around the world, enjoying a lot of scenery. After returning home, he first cut the wheat for half a month before coming to Haizhou to be his rich junior disciple. running dog.

Before he left, Yu Daru had nothing to ask of him, just don't lose his arms or legs when he is away from home, and it would be even better to go home and do farm work once in a while.

Mrs. Yu's requirements for her son are a little higher, "Feiyu, marry a wife and come back, foreigners are also fine."

Yu Feiyu scratched his head, not ashamed to ask the man if he was okay.

Yu Feiyu likes men, he likes tall, chic, suave and handsome men, it is better to have temperament, temperament is not arrogant, if it is interesting and can talk, it will be even better!

Such a specific standard for male selection has caused Yu Feiyu to have many Waterloos on the road of love.

In his early years in Moscow, he had a secret love affair with a white Russian youth. When he returned to Moscow after a year, the beautiful white Russian youth turned into a gangster with a fierce face and a knife.

Yu Feiyu hugged the bread on the street, watching the young man who once fascinated him chasing people from the street to the end of the alley.

Thus, his first love died.

Then he fell in love with an on-screen movie star in Paris.

As a result, after meeting, I was so smelled by the other party's body odor that I couldn't watch the movie for a few days.

Yu Feiyu's love path has been fought and defeated repeatedly, and finally it has reached Haizhou.

As for Song Yuzhang, he was just like the lover in his dreams. He was chic, suave, extremely handsome, and his conversation was very suitable. More importantly, he had a very special aura about him. Yu Feiyu couldn't tell what it was, but it was Very charming.

"President Song, this is the first time I have come to Haizhou. The winter in Haizhou is colder than I imagined."

"is it?"

"Look at me, I don't even have a few clothes with me."

Song Yuzhang looked at him and found that he was indeed only wearing a coat and shirt, "I thought Mr. Yu was pretty."

"Haha, I'm freezing to death."

"Why don't you go and buy two new clothes?"

"Too busy. The terrain near Haizhou is very complicated. Looking at the map, the mountains are very rugged. I don't know how the site survey will be. All plans are just predictions. I hope the predictions will come true."

"Yes, I hope it goes well," Song Yuzhang sighed, and glanced at Yu Feiyu's slightly red wrist, "Mr. Yu, why don't I take you to buy two clothes?"

"Okay, don't you waste time?"

"No delay."

Yu Feiyu smiled, turned around and returned to the department store near the bank.

The department store was warm and full of fragrance. Song Yuzhang had no real interest in shopping, he just took Yu Feiyu to pick out two coats and a cashmere sweater.

"Want to try?"

"Don't try it, it's my size. President Song's vision is very accurate."

Song Yuzhang smiled, "Put it on, it's cold outside."

Yu Feiyu went in and changed his clothes, and Song Yuzhang was standing outside waiting, with his back to the store door. Made with a perfect body shape, Song Yuzhang is more lively and interesting than it.

Yu Feiyu went out of the store with the bag in hand, and said to Song Yuzhang, "They said you've already paid the bill."

Song Yuzhang turned around and looked him up and down, and said, "Not bad, it suits you very well."

Yu Feiyu is also a clothes hanger, a brown coat and a light-colored cashmere sweater are all Song Yuzhang's aesthetics, and when Yu Feiyu wears them, he finally has a touch of elegance.

Song Yuzhang was very curious: "Mr. Yu, you really don't look like a..."

Yu Feiyu continued for him, "You don't look like a scholar, do you?"

Song Yuzhang smiled implicitly.

Yu Feiyu said: "Study does not necessarily mean that the body is weak. I am very good at some ball games. I am good at tennis and basketball. President Song, if we have a chance, we can learn from each other. Oh, I am not bad at fighting," Yu Feiyu smiled He waved his hand, "But forget it, there is no need to discuss."

Song Yuzhang and Yu Feiyu walked out of the store, "Scholars also like to fight?"

"Love, why don't you love? Scholars love to quarrel, and if there is no result, they will naturally fight. Foreigners abroad think that we are the sick men of East Asia. If you don't give them a little color, they will be very angry. It's annoying. When I was in school, I was the most powerful fighter among the Chinese. I often helped my Chinese classmates fight. Later, Xiaomeng came and Xiaomeng fought even more fiercely. But the Chinese classmates still find someone to help fight Find me, because no matter if Xiao Meng is a Chinese or a foreigner, he will hit anyone who doesn't like him!"

Song Yuzhang couldn't help laughing, lowered his head and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Yu Feiyu saw him smile, and smiled too, "President Song, are you still going to the appointment? If not, why don't I treat you to dinner? You bought me two such warm clothes, and I have to reciprocate them. "

Song Yuzhang originally made an excuse, but at this time he was quite embarrassed.

Yu Feiyu undoubtedly didn't dislike him, on the contrary, he could feel some lively and relaxed atmosphere around Yu Feiyu, but... Song Yuzhang was a little bit wary.

What if it's another Song Mingzhao or Nie Xueping?

Whether it was for him to die or for him, he couldn't stand it.

What's more, Yu Feiyu is an important person, and it's not suitable for excessive communication.

Song Yuzhang refused Yu Feiyu's request to have dinner together, and asked Yu Feiyu to send him to Vienna.

Yu Feiyu said, "Your date here?"

Song Yuzhang said casually, "Yes."

Yu Feiyu said: "Then can I go in together?"

Song Yuzhang thought for a while and didn't object. After the two went in, Song Yuzhang asked someone to find Shen Chengduo, and Shen Chengduo would arrive soon.

Song Yuzhang said: "Brother Shen, I'm here for the appointment."

Shen Chengduo was only stunned for a second, and immediately understood: "Brother Song, I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

Song Yuzhang turned to Yu Feiyu and said, "Mr. Yu, you can do whatever you want."

Shen Chengduo glanced at Yu Feiyu and felt that Yu Feiyu looked like a sportsman pretending to be gentle.

The two went upstairs, and while going upstairs, Shen Chengduo asked, "What's going on?"

Song Yuzhang said: "That's the chief engineer of the railway construction, let people watch it, don't let him have any accidents."

Shen Chengduo immediately became solemn, and hurriedly gave orders.

The two went upstairs and sat down in a smoking room. Before Shen Chengduo came down, he was smoking a cigar with a beautiful boy in his arms. Song Yuzhang glanced at the beautiful boy and found that it was a face he did not recognize again.

"Order one for President Song."

The beautiful young man obediently responded. He was only wearing a dark red soft gown, which was slippery with satin. The curves of his body were clearly visible when he moved. He held a cigar in his small white hand and wanted to deliver it to Song Yuzhang. In his mouth, Song Yuzhang took the cigar from his hand, "No, I will do it myself."

The beautiful boy returned to Shen Chengduo's arms.

Song Yuzhang suddenly realized that he had lost interest in this kind of fair and tender man. Seeing this fair and beautiful boy, he felt nothing in his heart. What he needs and wants now is some stronger and more powerful hugs and stimulation .

"Brother Song, what's the matter? I see you're depressed." Shen Chengduo didn't hold back, pinched the waist of the beautiful boy, and said lewdly, "Do you want to give you something exciting?"

Song Yuzhang smiled faintly, took a puff of his cigar, "Exciting?"

Shen Chengduo touched the beautiful boy's waist from the waist up, caressed his cheek, then pinched his face to Song Yuzhang, "Xiaoyue's mouth is very powerful."

Song Yuzhang looked at the boy. The boy's red lips were pinched and his cheeks were pinched into a circle, and the tip of his tongue was hidden inside, which should be quite attractive.

However, Song Yuzhang felt nothing about it.

He lowered his head and smoked, obviously showing a lack of interest.

Shen Chengduo was very puzzled. He knew that Song Yuzhang's brother died, but his brother's death did not mean his father's death. Besides, it would not delay anything if his father died.

Just as he was at a loss, someone knocked on the door.

"Enter."

"Boss, that Mr. Engineer has left. Before he left, he left a note saying that it was for Mr. Song."

"Oh, bring it in."

Song Yuzhang took the note and opened it lazily.

Inside is a simple portrait, with pen strokes depicting his back, which is slightly elongated and blurred like in the wind, looking thin and stern.

There is also a line of small print below.

"Winter will pass."