The residual temperature is over

The lights of the city were extinguished one by one, and the hustle and bustle stopped, hidden in the wind, and quietly left.

It's time to go to bed, Yu Shiye and Wen Bieyu are the only two left in the house, they are in the bedroom, looking at each other, speechless.

After a while, Yu Shiye broke the silence.

"There is an aunt at home, so it is impossible for us to sleep in separate rooms."

"Ah."

"We have to share a cloakroom, a bathroom, and a bed."

"Ah."

"Of course, my aunt will not open my door to enter the bedroom without authorization, so we can use two quilts, as long as we put the quilts away before going out."

"Ah."

"The last question remains." Yu Shiye said sincerely, "I'm used to sleeping naked. Now that we've shared the quilt—"

Wen Bieyu opened his mouth, calmly: "You don't have this habit now."

Although it was the expected answer, Yu Shiye still let out a long sigh: "That's it, sleep?"

Wen Bieyu: "Sleeping."

The two men sat on each side of the two-meter bed, lying down respectively, with their feet stretched out, their hands flat, their heads resting on the pillows, in an extremely standard supine position, silently watching the slight ups and downs under the night wind. The white gauze, without the slightest drowsiness.

1 minutes, 2 minutes.

5 minutes, 10 minutes.

The passage of time gradually numbs Yu Shiye's senses, but his sense of smell has become more sensitive. Ever since he lay down, he has been harassed by this smell.

Did you put too much shower gel in the shower today?For the first time, I found that the shower gel at home is scented...the smell is not bad.

Yu Shiye closed his eyes for a long time, but still couldn't fall asleep, so he could only speak.

"Can't sleep."

"is it?"

"I'm not used to it."

Wen Bieyu suddenly chuckled: "I've already touched and seen what I should touch, and now I'm not used to it?"

Yu Shiye also sighed a little: "After all, a long time has passed."

Wen Bieyu paused for a while: "... also." He understated, "Since it's because you can't fall asleep because you're not used to it, then learn from me. Think about people who are used to it, maybe they will fall asleep."

Yu Shiye was taken aback by Wen Bieyu's words, and immediately realized who the other party was talking about.This made him subconsciously glance at his ring finger, and unconsciously recall the feeling when Wen Bieyu's ex-husband put the ring on his hand.

The special environment magnifies the inner feeling.

The bed under him suddenly sank, and there seemed to be a person in the space between the two.

His face was blurred, his figure was also blurred, but he was very bold, with one arm around Wen Bieyu's waist, and the other on his ring-wearing palm...

This fantasy made Yu Shiye's scalp tingle slightly: "Are you trying to say that there is a third person in our bed..."

"That's right." Wen Bieyu said lazily, "Is it exciting or not, surprise or not?"

Yu Shiye paused for a moment, never admitting defeat: "Five."

Wen Bieyu: "Huh?"

Someone else's ex-husband was already lying on the bed, and Yu Shiye felt that only by bringing two of his own ex-boyfriends could he beat each other: "You bring one, and I bring two. One on the left and one on the right."

The room was quiet and no one answered.

Suddenly, Wen Bieyu turned over and got off the bed. After a while, he raised another hand, reached onto the bed, and pulled away the quilt.

Yu Shiye wondered: "What are you doing?"

Wen Bieyu: "The bed is too crowded, you can sleep by yourself."

To be honest, Yu Shiye couldn't sleep anymore. Although he had already recruited his ex-boyfriend, their fighting power was not on the same level as Wen Bieyu's ex-husband. They only existed for a while and then disappeared, not at all like Wen Bieyu. His ex-husband, until now, insisted on poking his finger, but refused to give up.He endured for a while, but he couldn't stand it anymore, so he also pulled off the quilt and got out of bed, instead of sleeping on the bed, he just slept on the ground, feeling at ease.

***

This night, Yu Shiye had innumerable random dreams, and finally struggled to wake up, with a backache, stiff shoulders, and being asleep was more tiring than not sleeping.

He got up from the ground with a headache, shook the quilt, moved his shoulders, walked to the window a few more steps, opened the closed curtains, and let the sunlight from the window penetrate the bedroom wantonly, dispelling the nightmare in the room.

It wasn't until this moment that he exhaled slowly, and had enough energy to look around, and found that he was the only one in the bedroom. Wen Bieyu's quilt had already been folded and put away in the closet, and there was no movement in the cloakroom or bathroom, obviously he had left long ago. .

This made people feel a little easier.

Yu Shiye looked at the time, he got up a little earlier than usual, he entered the bathroom slowly, took a relaxing morning bath, packed up, went downstairs, and heard some noises from the dining room, He glanced curiously and saw...

Scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Candied tomatoes.

Bread with tomatoes.

At this time, Wen Bieyu just came out of the kitchen and served the last dish for breakfast.

Tomato noodle soup.

The rich tomato flavor is accompanied by the steaming heat of the noodles, and it spreads to the tip of Yu Shiye's nose.

The last drowsiness that belonged to the morning was also dispelled, Yu Shiye shuddered: "You know that I hate tomatoes—"

Wen Bieyu had no sincerity: "Huh? So you hate tomatoes? Sorry, I forgot."

Yu Shiye looked at Wen Bieyu for a while, and felt that there were some things that could not be said by mouth alone.

He entered the kitchen without smoke, and after a while, came out of the kitchen without smoke. All the smoke was concentrated in the whole pot of corn juice in his hand.

This morning, Wen Bieyu was eating tomato dishes, and Yu Shiye was drinking corn juice. The two sat facing each other, pushing the food to the most central position, hoping that the taste of their own food would float further away...

***

After a breakfast that seemed like a battle, Yu Shiye came to the company listlessly. He saw that the table was like a bed, and he could fall asleep when he lay down on his stomach. Unfortunately, the secretary guarding outside did not give him this chance. He only sat down for 5 minutes. Dutiful employees have already entered with coffee and documents.

Yu Shiye picked up the coffee and drank it down, then said: "What's the matter?"

Secretary: "8000 million from Hushen Group has arrived."

Yu Shiye said complicatedly to himself: "It's really not easy to make money..."

Secretary: "Boss?"

Yu Shiye cheered up: "The money will arrive as soon as it arrives, let the financial department call Jinyang directly."

Jinyang’s full name is Jinyang Tiancheng. It is a large-scale retirement housing base under construction. The main promotional selling point is “an ideal garden for the elderly.” Yu Shiye is one of the partners of this retirement base.The reason why he chose to invest in this project has something to do with his current business direction.

The current main business of Yu Shiye's company is the whole house smart home, and it is doing well. It was successfully listed in the United States last year.After going public, after a period of consideration, Yu Shiye developed a brand-new whole-house smart product line for elderly users in the mature product line.

But this promotion is not easy. Jinyang Tiancheng is the first step in Yu Shiye's promotion and experimentation. He plans to integrate smart products for the elderly into the elderly apartments. While developing users, he will carry out more development and cooperation based on user feedback. Adjustment.

The secretary nodded and reminded Yu Shiye: "President Chen from Jinyang invites you to have tea in the afternoon."

Yu Shiye: "Did you say something?"

Secretary: "No mention."

Yu Shiye refused: "Most likely he came to urge the money, the money has already been paid anyway, leave him alone..."

The focus now is not Mr. Chen who has already received the money, but Wen Bieyu.Yu Shiye had a hunch that he had better save his energy recently, so that he could go home and fight Wen Bieyu's wits and courage... Well, apart from home, he also had to deal with it outside, and he also had to break through the rumors that were currently prevalent in the circle.

Yu Shiye thought for a while, and said to himself: "If you want more people to know, you have to find a venue to make a public appearance." He told the secretary, "Go and book Lan Hai's golf course. If it wasn't for holding a Partying, I really don’t want to play golf, which is a lukewarm sport for rich people, sports are better to be exciting...Party time is... time!"

Yu Shiye realized that he couldn't set the time by himself, so he took out his mobile phone and called Wen Bieyu.

The phone was connected quickly, and Wen Bieyu's voice rang out, announcing plainly: "I'm working and I'm not free."

Yu Shiye spoke concisely and went straight to the point: "Let's just say, let's take some time to play golf, and we will invite a lot of people. Give me a time when you are free."

Wen Bieyu understood in seconds: "I don't know how to play golf."

Yu Shiye was even more satisfied: "It's just right, I will teach you when the time comes."

Wen Bieyu was silent for a moment: "This Sunday afternoon."

Today is already Friday, and tomorrow is too late for an appointment, and the day after tomorrow afternoon is just right, Yu Shiye got a reply, and immediately hung up the phone after saying yes, so as not to delay Wen Bieyu's working time.

The picked up phone returns to the desktop.

Wen Bieyu tapped the table with his fingers, and said to the rest of the oval table, "Continue the discussion."

In the meeting room of ten or so people, there were eight or nine documents on the table, and the cover of each document read: "Tender Document for the General Design Scheme of Jinyang Tiancheng Phase III".

The author has something to say: The background of this article is set in Shanghai, but the specific place names and companies are all fictitious~