Song Yuzhang

Song Yuzhang spent three days at various banquets. There were some good ones and some with malicious intentions. The chairman of the chamber of commerce was just superficial now. Song Yuzhang was under a lot of pressure, but he never showed the pressure on his face. He talked and laughed happily. You Ran, even the members of the Meng Department were a little puzzled, almost thinking that they had fallen into Song Yuzhang's trap.

They sent Song Yuzhang away, and returned to Meng Tingjing like wild ducks returning to their nests. Meng Tingjing's posture was no different than Song Yuzhang's, and he gave everyone a few very sincere reassurances in a few words. Everyone surrounded Meng Tingjing, chirping. The planning and conspiracy are all aimed at Song Yuzhang. It is bound to bring down this flower-like chairman.

Meng Tingjing listened expressionlessly, and thought irritably: "What nonsense are you talking about!" His palms were itchy, and he wanted to slap these people a few times, but there was no valid reason, Song Yuzhang is now their enemy , No matter how you calculate it, it is a matter of course.

"Okay," Meng Tingjing raised her hand, "The days ahead will be long. If you are in a hurry, go back. Spring will start soon, and there are still many things to do."

"That's right, spring is coming soon. When the spring starts, the top will definitely need food. The old chairman doesn't have to worry about selling food. At most, he can make up for it himself. I don't know where Chairman Song can get food from?"

"There are a lot of US dollars and pounds in the bank. If it's really not good, buy it at a high price."

Everyone spoke in a few words, and endless tricks were born in the sinister smiles. The whole inner hall was like a large conspiracy melting pot, full of poisonous tricks.

After listening patiently for a while, Meng Tingjing couldn't get away while sitting, and couldn't get out of it, so she got angry for no reason, and looked away impatiently, and saw the imperial concubine couch leaning against the window .

"enough--"

A loud shout shattered everyone's trick of chatting more and more successfully with a "snap".

Meng Tingjing's expression was very cold, but his face was slightly red. Under the surprised and terrified eyes of everyone, he said bluntly: "It's getting late, everyone go back to sleep."

Meng Tingjing's leadership for everyone was a leadership that completely oppressed his will and spirit. Everyone had long been accustomed to his moodiness, and wandered outside the hall in a strange but not too strange atmosphere.

After all the people dispersed, Meng Ting sat quietly in the inner hall, his heart suddenly became angry, and he yelled for people to come in.

After the servant came in, Meng Tingjing said sharply, "Go get a candle."

The candle was brought quickly, a big white candle, lit, and the fire was very hot, the servant held the candlestick and wondered what use Meng Tingjing wanted this candle for in the inner hall where the electric light was installed.

Orange flames danced in Meng Tingjing's pupils, as if dancing an evil dance, teasing out the evil fire in his heart. Meng Tingjing stood up and grabbed the candlestick from the servant's hand, and hurried away After a few steps, he walked so fast that the flames flew back dangerously.

The candle approached the chaise longue obliquely, the flame was still rising backwards, as if refusing to touch the satin surface, Meng Tingjing was holding the candle in his hand, staring at the blue satin surface, his eyes were about to burst into flames. When the fire came on, the candle had been burning for a long time, and suddenly a drop of wax tears fell out of it. Meng Tingjing didn't think about it -- indeed, she didn't think about it, but if she thought about it for a while, no one would catch the hot wax with her palm.

The servant kept staring at it, and when he saw this situation, he couldn't help but let out an "ah".

"What are you yelling at?"

Meng Tingjing frowned with a sullen face and closed her palms.

He wasn't made of iron either, the palm of his palm was burned instantly, and the pain was so extraordinary that his face was deformed from the pain.

Meng Tingjing suddenly felt conflicted.

He didn't even want to spoil a couch where Song Yuzhang slept, but he wanted to fight to the death with Song Yuzhang himself.

What is he drawing?

"Take this—" Meng Tingjing frowned and pointed to the concubine's couch, "move it to my yard."

Song Yuzhang lay obliquely on the imperial concubine's couch.

This one in Nie Xueping's room.

After the banquet, he is still happy to rest at Nie's house. He doesn't know how to housekeeper, and he doesn't bother to be a housekeeper. He has made the servants of Song's house half lazy. Hello Nie family, Nie Mao is very careful and a competent housekeeper. Simply saying that he is competent is humiliating him. Nie Mao is kind to the masters of the Nie family, and Song Yuzhang is also kind.

When Song Yuzhang came, Nie Mao would prepare hot water, hangover tea, and supper for him. No matter what Song Yuzhang wanted, Nie Mao could always meet Song Yuzhang's request and let Song Yuzhang spend this hangover night comfortably. Tian still went to work in the bank in high spirits, and went to the chamber of commerce to socialize and socialize.

Song Yuzhang is not afraid of socializing, he used to rely on this to make a living, but now his life is not only socializing, so this socializing has become an extra burden.

When Nie Mao came in with sober tea, Song Yuzhang had already fallen asleep.

"Fifth Master, wake up, Fifth Master?"

Nie Mao didn't yell twice, and a big hand fell on his shoulder.

"Let him sleep."

Nie Mao laughed and said, "If you just sleep like this, Master Wu will feel uncomfortable and have a headache the next day, so wake him up, drink what you should drink, eat what you should eat, wash what you should wash, so that you can sleep comfortably and comfortably."

Nie Yinbing understood that what Nie Mao said was reasonable, but after seeing Song Yuzhang's sleeping appearance, he really didn't want to wake him up.

After being silent for a long time, Nie Yinbing waved his hand, meaning to let Nie Mao go and call. Nie Mao couldn't laugh or cry, because the expression on Nie Yinbing's face seemed to have made some important decision.

Nie Mao quickly woke up Song Yuzhang. Song Yuzhang frowned after waking up. He didn't seem to be sleeping well. Nie Mao arranged for Song Yuzhang in an orderly manner, told him to wipe his face, drink tea, and let him eat some light food. Noodles, and then go to the bathroom to wash.

After this set of procedures, Song Yuzhang was drowsy again when he came out of the bathroom, and fell asleep as soon as his feet touched the bed.

Nie Mao kindly added another plan, "I need to find a massage therapist and give Fifth Lord a massage to unblock the meridians so as not to hurt the liver."

Nie Yinbing let out a "hmm".

Nie Mao packed up the tray and said to Nie Yinbing, "Second Master, take care of Fifth Master."

Nie Yinbing hesitated for a moment, then said "OK".

Nie Yinbing took care of Song Yuzhang in Nie Xueping's room. He sat on the chair beside the bed for a while and stood up to turn off the crystal chandelier.

As soon as the lights were turned off, the room was completely plunged into darkness.

Nie Yinbing sat back and watched Song Yuzhang in the dark.

His eyes are not afraid of the dark. During the six months of separation, he hired so many painters, but none of them could draw Song Yuzhang's appearance. The best painter is his brain and heart. Song Yuzhang's appearance is engraved in his brain. He can see Song Yuzhang clearly without using light.

The Nie's house is very big, with many guest rooms, and each room is very clean. Song Yuzhang doesn't go to live in it. Whenever he comes, he will sleep with Nie Xueping.

Nie Qingyun was very relieved, feeling that Song Yuzhang was still thinking about Nie Xueping, she had long since lost any resentment towards Song Yuzhang, but Song Yuzhang's nostalgic gesture was always a relief to her.

However, in Nie Yinbing's eyes, Song Yuzhang should not be missing Nie Xueping, he is just clearly drawing a line with him in this way.

Nie Yinbing thought: It doesn't really matter, he understands what Song Yuzhang is thinking.

He didn't want him, then, and now.

It's just that Nie Yinbing didn't dare to force him anymore.

In the middle of the night, Nie Yinbing left quietly. As soon as he left, Song Yuzhang slowly opened his eyes, blinking his curly eyelashes tiredly, Song Yuzhang turned inside out, turned back and forth a few times, and turned on the wall lamp .

Song Yuzhang hugged the quilt and sat up, half lying down and opened the Madame Bovary.

He now understands more and more English, because if he wants to use it, he will naturally master it quickly, but it is still difficult to read such a long and cumbersome book. He can speculate and imagine the story, and maybe he will think the story more cruelly, or he may interpret the story better. It is so interesting to read a certain book as a mystery.

Turning over a page with his fingers, Song Yuzhang caught off guard and found a sentence wrapped in a golden coil on that page.

He chewed that sentence twice in his mouth, and found that it was like God's will—he actually knew every word in this sentence.

"But you will forget me like a shadow."

Song Yuzhang stroked those beautiful words, closed the book, lay down again, turned off the wall lamp, closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

Yu Feiyu's congratulations and farewell almost came together.

Song Yuzhang came out of the restaurant, and saw Yu Feiyu on the side of the road from afar.

As the weather got warmer, Yu Feiyu wore thin clothes again. He didn't intend to be cute, but he was in good health and really hot.

Song Yuzhang didn't drink much today, and after greeting the others, he crossed the street and walked up to Yu Feiyu.

Yu Feiyu smiled brightly, and was a little embarrassed, "I wanted to congratulate you a long time ago, but you are too busy, and my factory is also very busy, so I couldn't find any suitable opportunity to meet you. I will go to repair the railway in two days I won’t see you again, maybe I won’t see you for a few months, so I want to try my luck today.”

Song Yuzhang felt very refreshed when he heard what he said clearly.

Compared with those complicated people and things around him, Yu Feiyu is clear and simple. Yu Feiyu's complexity is not against him. He knows the world but not the world. This is Yu Feiyu's advantage.

Song Yuzhang saw Nie's car from the corner of his eye.

Tonight, he went to the meeting alone, and with outstanding achievements, he retreated without being drunk. Song Yuzhang looked away, reached out and patted Yu Feiyu's arm, "Go, go to my place, let's have a good chat."

Yu Feiyu never expected that his farewell to Song Yuzhang would be on the bed.

At the beginning, the conversation seemed to be very serious. Song Yuzhang asked him which section of the railway should be built first, and whether he was sure. It became softer and softer, with a hint of tenderness.

Gradually, Yu Feiyu couldn't continue talking.

Song Yuzhang looked at him with a smile, "Why don't you continue talking?"

Yu Feiyu's heart was surging, her voice trembling slightly, "I, can I ask for a parting hug?"

Song Yuzhang rolled his eyelashes and said with a smile, "I thought you would be bolder and want a farewell kiss."

Yu Feiyu's face turned red, he smiled, and said, "Actually, I was quite a courageous person before, but for some reason, I dare not make mistakes in front of you."

"Is it?"

"Really," Yu Feiyu said, "One thing is one thing, and I'm being held down by you."

There is a truth in the world that one thing descends from another, and there is also a truth called "just right". It is hard to say that this is not fate.

Song Yuzhang stared at Yu Feiyu's honest and handsome face, and raised his hands in his pockets, "Come here—"

Yu Feiyu thought that Song Yuzhang was going to kiss him, but Song Yuzhang just took his hand and walked up to the door of a room. Song Yuzhang kicked the door open, Yu Feiyu was dragged into the room by him, and then he was arrested Song Yuzhang pushed it down against the wall.

Song Yuzhang kissed him so brutally that he wanted to eat people.

Yu Feiyu felt a strong sense of being violated, and at the same time felt abnormal stimulation and excitement.

He was always seduced by Song Yuzhang's calmness, but he had never experienced such a straightforward request.

After Song Yuzhang kissed him, he leaned softly in his arms again, his breath was sprayed on his Adam's apple, Yu Feiyu lowered his head, Song Yuzhang was looking at him with a smile in his eyes, his lips moved slowly, he said in a low and slow way : "...bite me."

The lights were bright, and two good bodies were half-hidden under the dark sheets, one was fair and slender, the other had wheat-colored skin with slightly raised muscles, and the silk and the luster of the sweaty skin complemented each other in the ups and downs , which is almost dazzling.

Song Yuzhang put his arms around Yu Feiyu's neck with both hands, a little sweat on the tip of his eyelashes trembled up and down, his arms tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened, and he took a deep breath like smoking, and he was so happy that he lost control.

Lifting his head and exhaling a little breath from his throat, Song Yuzhang panted slightly and lowered his face, his lips leaned against Yu Feiyu's neck lightly, his mind was blank like dizziness.

Song Yuzhang smiled foolishly from the bottom of his heart, feeling that all of this seemed to be a long time ago, such a sweet, safe, simple, unburdened emptiness under his control... Song Yuzhang kissed Yu Feiyu's Side neck, lazily and leisurely said: "Baby, you are so kind."