The residual temperature is over

"what happened?"

"nothing."

"Then sit down and rest."

Yu Shiye speculated that the other party was tired, took out a wooden horse tie, placed it in front of Wen Bieyu, then raised his other hand that was resting on the bathtub, holding a glass obliquely with his fingertips, with some amber in it The liquid is unfinished whiskey: "Come on, sit down and rest, blow some air with me, and look at the stars."

Wen Bieyu's face was a little blue, maybe it was blown by the wind.He ignored Yu Shiye's ponytail, stood up, reached into the bathroom, groped around the wall, and pressed the button to open the curtain, so that the curtain inserted into the wall slid out again...

Yu Shiye reacted in lightning, and pressed another close button in time.

Expand and close, confront each other, stalemate each other.

"What do you want to do?"

"I didn't want to do anything."

"Then let go."

"Don't you think you're a little cold like this?"

"Not at all."

Wen Bieyu was silent.His eyes automatically blocked Yu Shiye, and his eyes scanned back and forth on the white porcelain edge of the bathtub... After a while, he changed the subject.

"Taking a bath is suitable for applying a mask. Do you want to apply one? I'll get it for you."

Although the topic changed abruptly, the suggestion touched Yu Shiye's heart, and he readily agreed: "Okay, the mask is in the cabinet in the bathroom. Would you like to apply it with me? You can go to the bathtub in the master bedroom and take a bath at the same time." On one side, there are no floor-to-ceiling windows, but you can play music and watch TV.”

"Sounds good, but there's no need." After Wen Bieyu politely rejected Yu Shiye's suggestion, he walked around the bathtub and walked into the bathroom.

Lying in the bathtub, Yu Shiye's chin touched the water surface, and his head followed Wen Bieyu's actions, leading people from the outside to the inside all the way, so that Wen Bieyu couldn't even look for things at ease.

Wen Bieyu: "Why do you keep looking at me?"

Yu Shiye: "Maybe it's because other things are not as attractive as you."

Wen Bieyu: "..."

Yu Shiye: "..."

Yu Shiye wondered, "Why aren't you talking?"

Wen Bieyu was super cold: "I have nothing to say."

After a few words, Wen Bieyu finally found the mask he wanted. He took the mask and walked towards Yu Shiye. Just as he was about to speak, Yu Shiye pointed at his face with his finger and motioned for Wen Bieyu to stick the mask on his face and asked someone to wait for him. Take it for granted.

Needless to say, Wen Bieyu got used to Yu Shiye like this.

He hooked the pony tie that Yu Shiye gave him just now with his feet, sat down, tore off the outer packaging, took out a mask that was so black that no one could peep, and spread it on Yu Shiye's face.

The two got a little closer.

Wen Bieyu couldn't move his gaze to the side any longer, he looked straight at Yu Shiye's face, and saw that the little knots that had been tied to the back of Yu Shiye's head before had been loosened, and the ends of his hair were wet with water, and were clinging to his neck , spit out one or two drops of water from time to time, these water drops rolled and sticky on Yu Shiye's skin presumptuously, crawled over his neck and then came to his shoulders, as for the lower shoulders, they were not in the golden water and could not be seen.

As soon as Wen Bieyu's eyes touched the water, they immediately retracted, and after retracting, they had to stay on Yu Shiye's face again.

Maybe it was really a little hot, his face was already flushed, and his lips were as bright as berry juice. He lay there with his eyes closed, like a lazily resting, defenseless mermaid.

The mask in Wen Bieyu's hand stuck to Yu Shiye's skin, and the cold touch made him wrinkle his face.He didn't give Yu Shiye room to adapt, and his fingers followed closely, sliding across his forehead, cheeks, and tall bridge of nose.

And lips.

He accidentally bumped into this place, and felt the flame dancing at his fingertips.

Wen Bieyu adjusted it patiently and meticulously until the black mask was subdued and took care of any skin on the face except for the eyes and lips before withdrawing her hand.

"Okay." Wen Bieyu withdrew his hand, picked up the wine bottle on the side, and politely said to the black-faced monster in front of him who couldn't see his true face, even if he went out to run naked, "I'm leaving. Go on."

After coming out of the bathroom, Wen Bieyu was really a little tired. He returned to the master bedroom, took a heart-warming cold shower, and was about to go to bed for a good night's sleep. As soon as he took two steps, he saw an empty bed. And spread on the ground, crumpled and limp, like a quilt dried from pickles after being raped.

Wen Bieyu's heart faintly collapsed...

***

On the other end, he took a comfortable hot bath and applied a mask, and when Yu Shiye got up from the bathtub again, he was already relaxed.He hummed a ditty, tied the bag of his nightgown, and entered the bedroom, only to find that the bed that had been empty until now finally had what it should have. Wen Bieyu wrapped himself in his quilt and slept on the bed.

Yu Shiye was stunned for a moment, and a sense of satisfaction of victory suddenly rose in his heart.

He turned off the light, walked lightly, approached the bed under the faint moonlight, moved back the quilt, and fell asleep peacefully.

***

When the sun rose from the east again, the two left the house energetically and continued to work.

Under the current circumstances, the result of the bidding is more important. Yu Shiye didn't busy himself with his own affairs, but went to Jinyang first to get a good understanding of the bidding jury.

This is not difficult. He got the list of the jury shortly after he entered the door. The list did not involve any tricks. There are seven people in total, four experts, and three internal shareholders of Jinyang Tiancheng. The experts have nothing to say. The evaluation was made from a professional point of view, and from a professional point of view, Yu Shiye believed that Wen Bieyu would not lose.

So the key now is the remaining three Jinyang shareholders.

Yu Shiye memorized the names of these three people and began to investigate one by one.

This step is not too difficult. Yu Shiye easily found out the preferences of two of the three. One of them prefers PPT, and the other has requirements for speeches. In short, as long as they do a good job in PPT and practice speeches, they will be accepted move.

But it is easy to investigate, but it does not mean the result is good.Just because the preferences of these two shareholders are so pure and unaffected, Yu Shiye can know that Chen Xingteng's brother-in-law will only know and prepare earlier than him.

This also means that the starting line of the two sides has been leveled again.

Yu Shiye was slightly depressed, and he called Wen Bieyu during the afternoon tea: "...these two preferences are basically the same. Information that anyone can find out is meaningless. The goal now is the last judge. I'm afraid I'm afraid, we didn't find the weakness of the target judge here, but we found it on the other side."

Wen Bieyu: "Just do your best. Even if you find a weakness, the result may not be that I win."

"How is it possible," Yu Shiye said bluntly, "You are a genius. Even if it is a different starting line, you may not lose."

The other end of the phone became silent, and it was a string that was stretched at this time, not because there was really no sound, but because it implied that it wanted to play a louder tone.

Afterwards, Wen Bieyu sneered: "You have a lot of confidence in me. But what you said is a bit out of mind. If I'm a genius, what other judges do you like?"

Yu Shiye disagreed: "Who thinks that victory has too much weight? Even if you are a genius, you probably don't mind wearing a pair of wings made by me, right?"

A low laugh came from the other end of the phone. Wen Bieyu didn't answer this sentence, but only started to talk about her design ideas: "I will send you the bidding documents later. My design for the third phase is a comprehensive design of the pension base. The construction of entertainment facilities. Domestic nursing homes generally do not have many configurations. My design is to build as many different entertainment facilities as possible in a limited space. Such as chess and card halls, dance halls, indoor swimming pools, carpentry areas, pottery areas, There’s even a small bar. Grandpa likes to drink, so I’d be very happy to know there’s a place full of drinking buddies of the same age... There’s also a kindergarten nearby, which can also be included in the planning..."

Yu Shiye listened with great interest until Wen Bieyu mentioned his grandfather.

His leisurely gaze suddenly dropped to the dinner plate on the table.Today's afternoon tea is cranberry cookies. The bright red dried cranberries are dotted on the cookies, which looks a bit disgusting.

He was in a daze for a while, until he heard Wen Bieyu calling him several times on the phone, and then he came back to his senses.

"Sorry, I was distracted just now, what did you say?"

"I didn't say anything, I said I will pass on the design plan to you."

"Okay." Yu Shiye said, he hung up the phone, swept the cookies on the table into the trash can, and opened the blueprint sent by Wen Bieyu.He read half of it, but he hadn't browsed all of it yet. He was quite satisfied in his heart, and began to think about more realistic things.

Wen Bieyu, as a candidate for the bidding, is not suitable to have direct contact with the bidding judges.But compared to the designs of other people he doesn't know at all, he prefers and believes in Wen Bieyu's designs. Considering that he has invested so many shares in Jinyang, he is really going to lose a lot, so...

Yu Shiye nodded his forehead, and cast his eyes on the last member of the seven-member group of judges.

Gao Xi, 63 years old, used to be a middle school physics teacher, and later founded his own building materials company, and is a director of five listed companies.

There is a daughter who is also a successful person.

Where does this bone come from?

If you want to chop off a bone, you must first understand the fleshy joints of this bone, so that you can cut it in two cleanly.

Yu Shiye found an opportunity to become a member of a private club that Gao Xi likes to go to. He soaked in the club from morning to night, sweated out several times, and his muscles began to ache from exhaustion, so he "met" Gao Xi. Chatting with people, exchanging preferences, but at the end of the topic, the old man said abruptly:

"I don't accept gifts, so don't give gifts."

Yu Shiye chuckled:

"Mr. Gao, don't worry, I won't give gifts either."

Because Gao Xi had a teacher experience when he was young, he liked being called a teacher very much. This is not a secret in the business circle. Yu Shiye called it like this, but he was actually a little worried.

Why don't you accept gifts? I really want to be simple and rude, and give gifts to solve all problems...

Gifts can't be given, old people have to get in touch, and we can only develop common hobbies, such as writing calligraphy.

For Yu Shiye, this interest is already a memory of elementary school. He made a surprise attack at home for three days, ruined several favorite shirts, and wrote all the seams of his nails in black. Those who didn’t know thought he had some terminal illness. .

In addition, there was a small episode in the middle.

One afternoon, Yu Shiye was practicing calligraphy in the study room, but he didn't feel any handwriting after practicing a few sheets. When he was a little bored, he suddenly saw Aunt Wu who came to the corridor to do cleaning.With a thought in his heart, he took out a new piece of rice paper, brushed two strokes, and wrote Wen Bieyu's name on it, then put down the pen, and held up the rice paper as a gesture of appreciation.

Aunt Wu saw it.

"Ono is practicing writing Mr. Wen's name?"

"It doesn't count, write his name and take a break when you're tired from practicing."

"Why do you suddenly start practicing brush calligraphy?"

"If you want to write a poem as a gift, the handwriting must not be too bad."

"Oh……"

Aunt Wu didn't say much, she left after finishing cleaning the door, and the first time she got out of Yu Shiye's sight, she took out her notebook and recorded carefully:

"Mr. Yu forgot to sleep and eat, write dry pen and ink, practice calligraphy diligently, just to send a love poem to Mr. Wen."

Not long after the episode, Yu Shiye struggled to regain his skills, and with his handwriting that he could still read, he hooked up with the old man. Friends, I also received a lot of words and health ingredients from each other.

The moment he received these things, Yu Shiye blurted out: "Then I also—"

Teacher Gao's eyes sharpened, and his brows raised: "I don't accept gifts, so don't give gifts."

Yu Shiye looked at the things in his hand: "..."

Seeing that Yu Shiye took back the words, the old man changed into the smiling face of the deputy elder again, patted Yu Shiye on the shoulder and said: "Being a man must be upright, and an upright person must first put an end to these bad habits of receiving gifts and giving gifts, and eating people's mouths." Short, merciless, there are money transactions, how can you maintain justice when encountering things?"

"Remember to eat. As for the calligraphy and paintings I gave you, you hang them on the wall. When you write, you have to read more, read with your head, and analyze the structure of its strokes. Only in this way can you progress quickly." He told Yu Shiye , waved his hand, "Okay, I don't have any friends coming today, so you don't need to go out to meet guests, you can go home early."

Holding the gift in his hand, Yu Shiye stared deeply at this little old man who only allowed the state officials to set fires but not the common people to light the lamps, hoping that he could understand this double standard scene from his eyes.

But the other party didn't understand, Yu Shiye could only take the things home in frustration, and he didn't miss this opportunity. When sending the ingredients into the kitchen, he pointed to so many ink treasures and told Aunt Wu:

"These are the calligraphy and paintings I found for Bie Yu. I will hang them up with Bie Yu at night. Aunt Wu, be careful when you do hygiene."

Aunt Wu nodded again and again, still a little angry: "You still need to tell me, am I the kind of person who can break things with careless hands?"

Yu Shiye: "If you care, you will be chaotic, if you are concerned, you will be chaotic."

Seeing that his goal was achieved, he turned and left the kitchen.Aunt Wu immediately took out her notebook and wrote again:

"Mr. Wen likes calligraphy and painting. Mr. Yu searched everywhere and calculated everything. He only smiled for Mr. Bowen."

That night, Yu Shiye and Wen Bieyu worked together to move a ladder and hang the remaining brushes, ink, calligraphy and paintings at home one by one.

Wen Bieyu was funny and speechless: "Are you really going to give gifts to run away? Why do I feel that you are the recipient of the runaway relationship. Teacher Gao sent so many calligraphy and paintings, even one calligraphy and painting in one room, we I can't make it through either."

Yu Shiye was exhausted physically and mentally, full of complaints: "If he hadn't left me at home again and introduced me to his old friends, I would have thought this was his unique way of rejecting people."

Wen Bieyu comforted: "Don't worry, just take a step and see. Since Teacher Gao is such a person, the other party must not have made any progress."

Yu Shiye had an accurate understanding of himself: "I'm not boasting. When it comes to likability, if I come in second, few people can be number one. As for my brother-in-law, I definitely won't be the number one candidate."

When he said this, he found that a nail was missing in his hand, so he told Wen Bieyu.

"Give me another nail."

"Hold on."

Holding the picture frame, Yu Shiye was doing nothing, so he accidentally saw the reflection on the window. He stood on the ladder and raised his hand. Wen Bieyu lowered his head at the bottom, and the hair that fell mischievously rubbed against his trouser legs. , The warm light, the vain people, are so ordinary that they may have been reflected in the windows of thousands of households.