Song Yuzhang

On the day of taking office, Song Yuzhang was so busy that he didn't touch the ground. There were many reporters who came to interview, and even more people who came to curry favor. He was almost overwhelmed by the wet crowd and flattery.

The old chairman also prepared a banquet. In the banquet hall of the chamber of commerce, it was supposed to be filled with flowers. Today, it rained heavily, and the flowers were not able to come. Therefore, the banquet hall looked a bit bare, but fortunately there was a gorgeous Xiaofengxian made up for this deficiency a little bit.

Xiao Fengxian is very popular in Haizhou now, and she came out to sing this concert all because of Song Yuzhang's face.

The clothes on Song Yuzhang's body were almost dry, and his hair was also dry. His hair was naturally soft and black and shiny like satin. After the wet hair was dry, it swayed fluffy on his forehead, giving him a beautiful youthful atmosphere. .

The new chairman is a young talent, and he is also a young talent who looks like a movie star. Regardless of whether the members agree with the new chairman or not, they all agree that the new chairman's appearance is really decent!

Singing on the stage, and also singing in the audience, people kept coming to toast to Song Yuzhang. Song Yuzhang's drinking capacity was not unreasonable, and he still stood tall after drinking a few rounds, but Nie Yinbing next to him seemed to think that he was empty, and stood up He blocked the drink for him, and without saying a word, took his glass and drank it. It didn't look like he was blocking the drink for him, but it seemed that he wanted to grab his drink.

The people who came to toast watched Nie Yinbing finish his drink in a daze, and quickly poured another glass of wine, "The vice chairman has drunk it, and Chairman Song, I will toast you too."

Song Yuzhang winked at Nie Yinbing, smiled and went to pick up the wine glass, but the wine glass was robbed halfway.

"Both chairmen have it, don't I?"

Meng Tingjing turned a small white porcelain cup in her hand, and looked at the visitor with a half-smile.

The man's head suddenly broke out in cold sweat, "Don't dare, I want to respect you first...Chairman Meng, come here, I respect you."

The man quickly drank the wine in the glass.

Meng Tingjing had already picked up the jug and filled it up for him again, "This one doesn't count, and I'll punish you with three more."

When the two were pushing cups and changing cups, Song Yuzhang said to Nie Yinbing, "I'll go out for a while."

Nie Yinbing let out a "hmm".

The wind and rain outside gradually died down, leaving behind a drenched world. Song Yuzhang stood still under the eaves of the corridor, and the fragrance of the soil mixed with vegetation rushed to his face, which was a sign of new spring.

"President Song."

Song Yuzhang smiled when he heard the voice, and turned his face away in response.

Xiaofengxian stepped off the stage, still in Yuji's appearance, he was self-willed, so he had to sing Farewell My Concubine on such a festive occasion, because he sang well and was willing to sing.

"Today I look good." Song Yuzhang praised his appearance.

Xiaofengxian smiled sweetly, turned over the sword in her hand and showed it to Song Yuzhang, "It was given to me by Director Liao, and he said that you have used it before, and it is better than me."

"He's talking nonsense, I'm not as good as you."

"Whether he's talking nonsense or not, I want to believe what I hear and see what I see." Xiao Fengxian sent the hilt of the sword in front of him, and said arrogantly, "Mr. Chairman, are you willing to show your hand?"

Song Yuzhang smiled and shook his head, "I still won't show my ugliness."

Xiaofengxian likes Song Yuzhang, because Song Yuzhang is handsome, rich, and funny, and now he has the title of chairman of the chamber of commerce. Such a powerful and powerful master, even a man, makes him want to fall for him. Of course, if Song Yuzhang can fall for him, That's even better.

Xiao Fengxian was self-aware, she retracted the hilt of the sword until it stopped, just pouted, "I'm going to another place in the beginning of spring, and the round trip will take at least a month, Chairman Song, can't you fulfill my humble wish? "

"What are you doing out of town?"

"Worship my master."

"That's right," Song Yuzhang said with a smile, "It's filial enough."

Xiao Fengxian felt that Song Yuzhang was teasing him, so she pouted again, "I'm very filial, I go back every year on Master's memorial day, and Master loved me very much when he was alive, and I'm his most precious."

Song Yuzhang stared at him and smiled, and said in a gentle voice, "Is learning opera hard?"

"It's bitter, how can there be anything that isn't bitter? Chairman, you are a young master. In fact, every line of work has its own difficulties. For someone like me, at least there is hope to survive. You said that those who pour night fragrance, no matter how good they are. Well, then it’s still Yexiang’s.”

"You're very optimistic."

"Of course, Duo Lele, life is the only way to look forward to."

Song Yuzhang felt a little drunk, and stretched out his hand and said, "Here, I'll show you a hand."

Song Yuzhang's hand is indeed a boy's skill. In fact, Little Cherry doesn't like him playing swords, because Song Yuzhang is very talented. Little Cherry just wants Song Yuzhang to defend himself.

Song Yuzhang himself quite liked it.

Because the sword is a sharp weapon, it can hurt people. Holding the sword in your hand, you will feel that you have become stronger. It is said that the human and the sword are one, not that the human is integrated into the sword, but the sword is integrated into the human, and the human is strong. guts.

The sword's edge slid across the raindrops from the eaves of the corridor, and the snow was exposed when the knife was cut off. Xiao Fengxian exclaimed, "Fifth Master, you are really amazing!"

Xiaofengxian has really sung for more than ten years. He could see that Song Yuzhang was not just playing for fun, but he didn't go into it, but admired him: "Director Liao is right, you are a swordsman. very nice."

Song Yuzhang glanced at the sword from bottom to top, "This sword is the best."

Xiao Fengxian wanted to give the sword to Song Yuzhang, but Song Yuzhang didn't want it, "Leave it in my hands and bury it, it's better to leave it to Yu Ji."

Xiao Fengxian left, and Song Yuzhang shivered in the cool wind, feeling that most of the alcohol in his body had dissipated, and he could go back and fight for a few more rounds.

On his first day as chairman, he couldn't stand the mere drinking table. He could really kill himself like Yu Ji.

Song Yuzhang cheered up and turned to the corridor with his mud-spattered trousers. Before taking two steps, he saw Meng Tingjing half leaning against the wall, as if waiting for him.

Song Yuzhang nodded slightly to him, polite and unfamiliar.

From the moment when he served as the chairman and Meng Tingjing served as the vice chairman, in Song Yuzhang's heart, all the good and the bad, the future and the past have all been swept away. Now, they are just rivals.

When passing by, Meng Tingjing said coldly: "So you are an opera singer? You are a good swordsman."

Song Yuzhang stopped in his tracks. He turned his face slightly to look at Meng Tingjing, and looked away lightly. He walked away bit by bit, leaving only two words: "Killer."

Meng Tingjing didn't realize it at first, but after thinking about it, he snorted coldly, and couldn't help laughing after he snorted, and chased after him, wanting to say that he thought he didn't know any killer? How could there be any killer like him...

"Are you okay?" Nie Yinbing waited at the next corner.

"Why did you come out? What can I do?" Song Yuzhang said.

"I see he has come out. If there is a fight, I'm afraid you will suffer."

Song Yuzhang reached out and beat Nie Yinbing's chest, "Stop talking nonsense, I won't be able to beat him?"

Nie Yinbing could see that he was actually a little drunk, and said, "Go back."

"No," Song Yuzhang waved his hand, "I'm going in, don't block my drink, it's not decent."

Nie Yinbing watched him go in through the small door, then looked back at Meng Tingjing not far from the corridor.

Meng Tingjing's face was completely expressionless, looking arrogant and stern, Nie Yinbing gave him a very ordinary look, turned around and entered the small door.

Meng Tingjing's temples thumped twice, Nie Yinbing's expression just now seemed to want to come up and beat him up, but it's a pity that Nie Yinbing didn't come over, otherwise he could just clean up Nie Yinbing and take the initiative to beat Nie Yinbing Bing, he wouldn't do it, it would look like he was jealous of Song Yuzhang.

Song Yuzhang returned with a big victory at the wine table, and drank all the people present.

In fact, he was also drunk, but he just held on to not fall, probably because of the real fusion of human and sword. The more he drank, the brighter his eyes became. Later, the people who toasted were swept away by his sharp eyes, and they hadn't drunk yet. Just a little bit weak first.

Not only did Song Yuzhang not pass out drunk, he didn't even ask for help when he left the scene. He collapsed limply in the car. What is a puddle of mud? This is a puddle of mud, as if he had no bones, only flesh and blood It was flowing, and it had to be wrapped in a layer of leather to prevent it from dripping out. Song Yuzhang sat crookedly in the car, listening to Nie Yinbing say: "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Song Yuzhang didn't say a word. After a long time, he said slowly, "I want to eat candy."

Nie Yinbing didn't know where to get candies for him, the driver in front said: "Second Master Nie, I have mints here."

Nie Yinbing took the candy box, opened it, twisted a mint candy, and brought it to Song Yuzhang's mouth. Song Yuzhang's nose moved, his lips opened slightly, his lips and the tip of his tongue sucked slightly, and the mint on Nie Yinbing's fingertips was sucked. Sugar sucked into the mouth.

Song Yuzhang ate the candy quietly, and the mints hit his teeth, making a small sound.

Nie Yinbing didn't look at him, but was paying attention from the corner of his eye, for fear that Song Yuzhang would vomit while jolting in the car.

Haizhou is a city that never sleeps. It's already eleven o'clock, and the neon lights are still flashing on the street, red, pink, gold, and silver. All kinds of lights flashed across Song Yuzhang's face. Nie Yinbing paid attention to it, and his eyes became focused , He just focused for a while, and then withdrew his focused gaze. This back and forth was a difficult self-struggle. The name of this struggle is very simple, called "restraint".

The hard candy melted very slowly, Song Yuzhang's heart beat fast and then slow, and the taste in his mouth was also not right, neither sweet nor spicy, but it was cold and wanted to inhale, and when he inhaled, it became cooler, so he inhaled back and forth After a few breaths, Song Yuzhang smiled, turned his face away, "This candy is so cold..."

Nie Yinbing was looking at him, and when his eyes hit him with a "pa", he moved away abruptly, "Yeah."

With candy in his mouth, Song Yuzhang's eyes jumped on Nie Yinbing's face, and he thought, "Poor."

Song Yuzhang held Nie Yinbing's face with both hands, kowtowed his forehead with hard candy between his teeth, and said in a vague voice, "You are poor, Yinbing."

Nie Yinbing remained silent.

"You were born to work hard outside, but you are not trapped here. There is no room for heroes, poor."

"You, why are you pitiful? Because the elder brother is dead, why did your elder brother die? Because he blocked the gun for me."

"Yin Bing, I have to be responsible for you, you know? I can't let you be so pitiful..."

Song Yuzhang rubbed his forehead against Nie Yinbing's. Only his mouth was cold, but his head and face were hot and scorching. "I treat you well, do you understand?"

"clear."

"No, you don't understand, you're talking nonsense..." Song Yuzhang slipped his hands down, put his arms around Nie Yinbing's neck, and put his face on his shoulder. Song Yuzhang shivered after leaning on him for a long time. "I want to pee."

The driver quickly stopped the car.

Nie Yinbing helped Song Yuzhang to find the nearest restaurant with lights on the street, and took Song Yuzhang in to find the toilet. As soon as he opened the toilet door, a pair of wild mandarin ducks who were working inside were startled. Seeing Nie Yinbing's face was cold Su, the whole body is not easy to provoke, so he flew out together in fright.

Just as the two of them went out, there seemed to be another pair of wild mandarin ducks passing by outside, they opened the door and came in and saw two men, hugging each other and hurried out.

Nie Yinbing frowned slightly, feeling that there seemed to be some unusual evil spirits in this place, and his chest was suddenly punched by an elbow, and Song Yuzhang was shaking and smiling at him.

"Fool," Song Yuzhang lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "You took me to the prostitution hall."

Nie Yinbing thought for a while, then his face changed suddenly, and he said simply: "Let's go."

"Shh-"

Song Yuzhang pressed his fingers on his lips, "After I finish peeing, I'm going to go shopping—"

Nie Yinbing looked at him wordlessly.

Song Yuzhang had already snickered and turned around to take off his pants to pee.

Nie Yinbing carried him out directly.

Song Yuzhang twisted in his arms restlessly, because Nie Yinbing refused to let him "walk around", and he was unhappy.

Nie Yinbing sent the man directly into the car.

Song Yuzhang got into the car, and he was honest again.

Nie Yinbing helped him sit upright, and Song Yuzhang tilted his head and fell into his arms again, smiling at him with half-closed eyelashes, and tapped his finger on the tip of his nose, "Daughter Huang Hua."

Nie Yinbing's face was indifferent, but he didn't remain indifferent for too long, and he couldn't help smiling softly. Song Yuzhang smiled so beautifully, even if he saw a stone, he couldn't help but bloom.