Years of love

Chapter 23 (Completed)

Zhou Luo looked at Cheng Ye: "You and Chen Ze...?"

"I just made an appointment to go to the bar together, and nothing happened." Cheng Ye picked up the car key and shook it in front of his eyes, "I won't be in two boats."

"It's better like this." Zhou Luo put his arm around his shoulder and pointed to his nose: "Don't hurt Tan Yingying, she is a very cute girl."

"Yo." Cheng Ye raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "It's rare, President Zhou also has moments of pity and tenderness?"

"Because she is my secretary." Zhou Luo patted him on the back: "Let's go, don't make Chen Ze wait downstairs for too long."

"Yeah." Cheng Ye turned and walked towards the elevator, but was stopped by Zhou Luo again.

Just when he turned around again, he couldn't help but guess what Zhou Luo wanted to say to him.

Don't drink too much alcohol?Eat something to pad your stomach before drinking?Don't ask me to drive you in the middle of the night?Cheng Ye even thought of the touching brotherly mantra "remember to bring/set".

Zhou Luo showed a very friendly smile: "Learn from Chen Ze, how did he become the top publisher of Jinlan Publishing House, I will wait for you to come back and write a report."

"Fuck Zhou Luo/Your uncle! You'll be fucking naked for the rest of your life!" If Cheng Ye hadn't only had a car key in his hand, he would have dragged all the extra things onto Zhou Luo's face.

The National Day passed in a flash, Yan Qi was a little depressed holding the quilt.

"Are you tired of staying here?" Zhou Luo rubbed his hair and sat down on the bed.

"It's rare for you to have a seven-day vacation." Yan Qi said, "What do you eat at home these days?"

"Quick-frozen dumplings." Zhou Luo smiled: "I really haven't eaten instant noodles again."

"Does eating quick-frozen dumplings sound better than instant noodles?" Yan Qi sighed helplessly.

Zhou Luo looked at him, suddenly felt an itch in his heart, and hooked his fingers at him: "Come here."

Yan Qi moved close to him and stared at him.

"Kiss me." Zhou Luo smiled.

Yan Qi turned his head and kissed Zhou Luo on the side of his face, and Zhou Luo rubbed his hair hard twice.

"It should be here soon." Zhou Luo flicked on his phone to check the time.

"What's coming soon?" Yan Qi asked.

"Your classmate, if I remember correctly, his name should be Gu Fan." Zhou Luo said, "Originally your class teacher wanted to come and see you in person, but I refused, so your class sent a student representative."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a knock on the door. Yan Qi knew it was Gu Fan when he heard the sound, and knocked on the door frame like a drum for a long time, and he didn't stop until Zhou Luo opened the door.

Gu Fan was stunned. He heard that Yan Qi's brother was very good-looking, but he didn't expect him to be so good-looking, but his good looks couldn't overwhelm his straightforward nature: "Brother Yan Qi, hello, My name is Gu Fan, I like bass, I am currently in the sixth grade of Jinxiu Primary School..."

"Yan Qi is waiting for you." Zhou Luo couldn't help laughing and interrupted him: "Let's chat."

Gu Fan let out a "hey", ran up to Yan Qi with his schoolbag on his back, and threw himself on the chair: "I'm thirsty, is there any water?"

"Are you sure you came to see me, not for me to take care of you?" Yan Qi said.

Gu Fan held Yan Qi's children's cup and drank a couple of sips, then wiped his mouth casually: "Are you feeling better?"

"No." Yan Qi stared at the TV and stopped looking at him: "It's almost as good as you left."

"Bei beer, cough, cough, cough, bang~" Gu Fan snapped his fingers, his left and right eyebrows raised wildly, and the final "ah" sound made his expression so awkward that Yan Qi almost pressed the cup directly on his face.

"How is it, handsome?" Gu Fan asked.

"Well, it's very coquettish." Yan Qi replied, "Can you stop being a fool all the time?"

"I think when I play in a band in the future, I still need to be good at ventriloquism." Gu Fan said solemnly.

Yan Qi raised his hand and wiped his face, thinking that what you have in common between practicing ventriloquism all your life and real ventriloquism is that you can spit a lot of saliva on the microphone.

"How about it? Let's play a band with me." Gu Fan asked him excitedly.

"How do you play? It doesn't matter if you will be in the same school or not." Yan Qi picked up the remote control and switched to another station, which was playing the old movie "Bright Sword".

"What's the matter, even if we are not in the same school, we can gather in one place. If I have time, I will take you to my secret base." Gu Fan said.

"Returning the secret base, what secrets can there be?" Yan Qi asked.

Gu Fan leaned into Yan Qi's ear and whispered to him, "There are many books, and there are many beautiful girls with long legs in the books."

Yan Qi looked at his listless expression coldly: "If there is a little brother with long legs, I can still think about it."

Gu Fan glanced at him, turned his head to look at the TV, and glanced at him again: "Are you serious?"

Yan Qi nodded in response, looking very sincere.

Gu Fan was silent for a long time, and he was probably stunned for a whole episode of "Bright Sword". Then he took out all the papers and homework in his schoolbag and put them neatly on Yan Qi's bedside.

"These are the 'gifts' that Teacher Yang entrusted me to bring to you." Gu Fan imitated the head teacher's appearance and said eccentrically.

Yan Qi sighed heavily.

"If..." Gu Fan picked his pants with his fingers, and stood up with a final slap on his thigh: "I have a long-legged brother in my secret base, will you come?"

Yan Qi stared at him for a long time, then suddenly burst out laughing.

Gu Fan was baffled by his joke.

"You have been silent just now, are you thinking about this question?" Yan Qi asked while clutching his stomach.

"That's right." Gu Fan raised his voice: "You're laughing, I've racked my brains to invite you!"

"You don't have to rack your brains." Yan Qi waved his hand at him: "I will always agree to any friend's request."

Gu Fan stared at him for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Gu Fan's eyes made Yan Qi think that something was on his face, so he quickly wiped it with his hand.

It took Gu Fan a while to regain his composure, and he lowered his head and asked in a low voice, "The reason why you hit Wang Chao that day was because of him..." Gu Fan paused, and gritted his teeth: "Is it because he said I was your follower?"

Yan Qi stopped laughing: "Otherwise?"

"I don't think there's anything wrong with being a follower." Gu Fan said, "As long as I can play with you, I don't care what others say."

"Whether you think it's good or not has nothing to do with me, but I don't think it's good." Yan Qi continued to stare at the TV, but now it's showing an advertisement between two episodes, so he stared back at Gu Fan's face again: "You are my friend , not a follower."

Gu Fan opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Yan Qi didn't know how long he would last with this expression that he could cry in the next second. After waiting for a while, there was no follow-up, and a new episode just happened to start.

Simply love it.

After listening to the opening song for a while, Yan Qi heard the sound of someone sneezing in the generous and loud singing.

"No way." Yan Qi threw the paper box on the bedside table in front of him: "Such a big reaction?"

"It's the first time someone treats me as a friend since I was a child." Gu Fan wiped away his snot and tears: "Can I hug you?"

"No, we'll break up the relationship if we hug each other." Yan Qi said.

"Why?" Gu Fan cried louder.

"I'm afraid you'll rub your snot on my clothes, my brother just washed them for me." Yan Qi replied.

"I wiped my snot all over the paper." Gu Fan spread out the paper in his hand for him to see, it was sticky.

Yan Qi pointed to the window: "Go jump off the building, run right away and don't hesitate."

"Can't I go through the door?" Gu Fan laughed while crying.

"I'm afraid you'll rub your nose against my door." Yan Qi said.

"It's not over!" Gu Fan said loudly on purpose, then threw his schoolbag on the ground and hugged Yan Qi's shoulder.

Zhou Luo stood outside the door, watching what happened in the house through the glass on the door, and couldn't restrain the urge to laugh on his face.

He only felt that the current Yan Qi was what he should be at this age.

The first thing Yan Qi did after he was discharged from the hospital was to go skating. He didn't even go home, so he asked Zhou Luo to drive the car to the club.

If it hadn't been for Yan Qi staying in the hospital for two more days and observing for two more days to confirm that he has fully recovered, no matter how soft and stubborn Yan Qi is, he would not agree.

Yan Qi found Lao Xue, and asked him some postures that could shift the center of gravity to the left leg and arm, so as to practice the strength of his left hand and foot.Old Xue didn't understand what he meant at first, then he clenched his right fist and knocked on the palm of his left hand: "Why don't you just teach you figure skating."

When Yan Qi was bored on weekends, he would also watch the figure skating on the sports station, but they were all beautiful long-legged girls and younger brothers who were eye-catching, and Yan Qi really couldn't watch a rough guy doing such graceful and soft movements.

Before Lao Xue had time to slide out, he took a preparatory action, stretched out his orchid fingers and raised his arms, Yan Qi felt that the goosebumps on his body might not be enough for the entire ice rink.

The sales volume of the first issue of "Wild Game" was very impressive. In order to continue boosting morale, Zhou Luo paid for a big meal out of his own pocket.However, the joy was not enough, and a big news broke out in the distribution department during the meal.

The distribution director has already prepared his resignation report.

You must know that the distribution department is the most important thing for a publishing house. Every publisher has a certain number of customers. Although these customer information will be recorded in the book, many booksellers prefer to follow familiar people.Not to mention the distribution director, this blatant job-hopping is still a high jump, and he must have resources on him.

Zhou Luo originally raised the wine glass to celebrate that the sales volume was not drunk, but now he put it aside and ate vegetables without taking a sip.

Cheng Ye's expression was indifferent, he picked up his cup and drank it down: "Don't be so sad."

Zhou Luo sighed: "Anyway, the one who left was a veteran, so can't I just feel sad for a while?"

"I'll hand in my homework in two days." Cheng Ye patted him on the shoulder.

"What homework?" Zhou Luo asked.

"Didn't you ask me to learn from Chen Ze, how did he sell the book so well?" Cheng Ye put a piece of pork belly in his mouth, and took another big sip of wine: "I've almost got it."

"What about the scriptures?" Zhou Luo spread his hands in front of him.

"You have to let me take it step by step and discuss it with you slowly." Cheng Ye smiled: "Isn't it the Chinese New Year soon? I'll give you a New Year's surprise before the end of the year."

"Are you sure you can tell if it's a New Year's surprise or a New Year's fright?" Zhou Luo leaned back on the chair and asked dejectedly.

"Fuck me?" Cheng Ye sighed again: "Then it might be... not clear."

When Chen Ze appeared in Zhou Luo's office, he almost smashed the computer out of excitement.

Chen Ze briefly explained the reason for his visit, and went straight to the point: "I'm here for Cheng Ye."

Zhou Luo clapped his hands and shouted hello in his heart, no matter who or what Chen Ze came for, at least he came, that's a good thing.

In comparison, the resignation of the publishing director of Yuanli Publishing House has hardly caused any disturbance in the industry, and there is not even a voice of discussion, but the fact that the head of the publishing house of Jinlan Publishing House jumped to Yuanli nearly exploded. Lo's phone.

Countless calls and text messages, some congratulatory and curious, Zhou Luo thanked them one by one, and after prevaricating explanations, he still seriously explained Uncle Jin's call in detail.

At the end, the old man just laughed, looking very happy and open-minded.

Thinking about it, Jinlan Publishing House will not be like Yuanli, who will feel gloomy when he leaves, and countless Chen Zezheng will rush forward one after another.

Cheng Ye was lying on the sofa, playing with the PSP freely.

"How did you convince Chen Ze?" Zhou Luo turned his pen and looked at Cheng Ye with a very expectant look.

"Use your mouth." Cheng Ye smacked his lips.

As soon as Zhou Luo heard these three words, he didn't think about the right way, "Chen Ze's concentration is so poor."

"Who would refuse a boyfriend's invitation." Cheng Ye accelerated the speed of pressing the keys in his hands.

"Yo, did you come out to me publicly?" Zhou Luo smiled.

"It doesn't count." Cheng Ye won too easily and found it boring. He threw the PSP aside, because he was not allowed to smoke in Zhou Luo's room, so he could only take out a stick that Zhou Luo had prepared for him from the pen holder on the coffee table. Putting the sugar into his mouth: "Didn't you tell me a long time ago that you should use beauty to do things?"

"Then I didn't let you go to the old men. The price is a bit high, and it broke the roots of the old Cheng family." Zhou Luo tutted, but after thinking about it, Chen Ze's value is still higher than that of mixed blood. Big beautiful girls are much taller.

"It's fine if the central idea doesn't go astray." Cheng Ye took a bite of the lollipop forcefully, and his face turned cold.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Luo could smell every slight change in the expression on Cheng Ye's face for so many years together.

"I broke up." Cheng Ye looked at Zhou Luo: "You know, I have never dumped anyone, either someone dumped me or disappeared, I never seriously broke up with anyone." Cheng Ye paused: " If I still work with Tan Yingying as a colleague, I have to talk about it properly."

Cheng Ye added: "She is the best girl I have ever seen."

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