lover relationship

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Lin Wei wanted to put a hot towel on his eyes, but Sang Ye refused.

His car was still parked in the parking lot next to Jianan, and if he wanted to go back to his residence, he had to ask Lin Wei to drive him or borrow his car.

Sang Ye took the car keys from Lin Chen.

Pagani, which was driven by two people, ended up being driven by Kuwano alone.

He didn't even have a suit jacket.

The roar of the engine vented angrily at night, and Sang Ye's residence was on the 32nd floor. The cold residence overlooked the city from a high altitude, half of which was the dark commercial district, and half of which was the dark old city.

He came out of the shower and poured himself a glass of red wine. The sofa was facing the huge floor-to-ceiling glass, and he could enjoy the fun of bungee jumping through it by stepping forward.

The dark blue night flowed over Kuwano's face.

The reading needle of the retro phonograph is attached to the disk, and the baritone singing opera can be heard faintly in the empty and cold space.

Sang Ye's hands trembled slightly, and he used the posture of drinking to cover up the frenzy in his heart.

Nothing ever happened.

he thought deludedly.

Nothing happened tonight.

He never begged for mercy from anyone.

Sang Ye didn't pay attention to how much wine he drank, and when he woke up again, he had already fallen from the sofa to the bed, the gramophone was rustling silently, and the emptiness and burning pain in his stomach stimulated his nerves.

Sang Ye scooped it up from the bed, and the phone showed that it was eleven o'clock at noon.

The pain of the hangover made him sober up a little bit. He didn't want to recall what happened yesterday. He was a carpenter who focused on the present moment.

Heh, Lin Wei, you dog!

Several missed calls lay on the list, Sang Ye ordered a breakfast service for himself after washing, and picked a few back.

As his current direct subordinate, Zhang Luming's dissatisfaction with Sang Ye was already on the verge of breaking out, and the project was burning on his eyebrows. The appearance of this rich second generation who still has nothing to do with him is really hateful.

Sang Ye looked at her missed calls and ignored them.

After taking stomach medicine and lunch, Sang Ye drove another car to work.

The messy little cuties on WeChat saw that they hadn’t received a response for a long time, and they had stopped a lot in the past few days. While taking the elevator, Sang Ye deleted them. He found that there was still a Ye Xiaoru in the red dot list, which was really strange. How dare Ye Xiaoru, that cowardly rabbit, send him a WeChat message.

The elevator door opened with a ding, and Sang Ye clicked on Ye Xiaoru's news, and there was a photo of the office full of red roses.

A large handful, filled the lens and haven't put it down yet.

"Boss Sang!!! Your flower!"

Sang Ye smiled and replied to this girl who has no head but no tail: "Why, have you finally discovered my charm?"

Before clicking send, I pushed the door and walked into the bright office, and countless pairs of eyes looked over.

Sang Ye raised his head keenly, and saw the flower delivery man at the door of his office holding a bouquet of roses.

The blond lady's eyes lit up, and she asked word by word in unproficient Chinese: "Are you Sang Ye?"

Sang Ye saw Ye Xiaoru's gossiping soul in the crowd like a star chaser, silently deleted the reply on his hand, and threw the phone into his pocket.

In the center of the bouquet is a card with "To my Beloved" written romantically in French.

The flower delivery lady was still saying in Chinese: "This is a flower sent by Mr. Lin. It will arrive directly from Paris. Please sign for it."

"Lin?" Sang Ye smiled and asked her in French, "Who is he? I don't know him."

The French lady who sent the flowers checked the address again, smiled at him and said, "If you are his angry lover, maybe you should try to forgive him?"

She speaks French much more fluently than Chinese: "Mr. Lin ordered the most beautiful red roses in our store, each with crystal clear dew on it."

Sang Ye winked at her: "But Lin said I was his tulip, so who is his red rose?"

He took the signing slip and signed for the roses, holding them in such a cruel mess by a corner of the bouquet wrapping paper.

Miss France, who loves flowers, looks very angry: "They just lost their lives in the mud. In praise of your love, they don't deserve to be treated so rudely."

"Ma'am, you talk too much." Sang Ye refused to pay attention to her, and the French lady left angrily. Sang Ye picked up the bouquet and looked at it. The red roses were indeed warm and beautiful, but what did it have to do with him.

Sang Ye put the flowers on the trash can at the door of the office, and tore off the card by the way.

The little girls in the office were whispering, and Sang Ye glanced over, a bit more wickedly indifferent than usual gentleness, they gradually stopped talking, only Ye Xiaoru, who was gossiping, was secretly anxious.

Sang Ye checked his phone, but there was no news from Lin Wei.

Nothing could be seen in his expression, he smiled slightly, turned and entered the office.

Su He Yuansheng's financial advisor made many phone calls to him, and Jianan's financial personnel had already contacted them. There were many procedures to be done on the change of registered capital, and both financial and legal aspects required the signature and seal of Sang Ye as a legal person.

There is Xu Qing from the industrial and commercial taxation department to clear the fast track for them, so this matter will not be too much trouble.

Sang Ye was playing with the lighter in his hand, the sky outside was gray, and the cool autumn was about to pass.

Sang Ye flipped through the documents on the table. In addition to the land in Mianshan, there were also many documents including real estate in the expanded new district. Sang Qin wanted him to read these. They are all facing the problem of cash flow, and Sang Qin is asking him for money in disguise.

Sang Ye sneered, and lit himself on fire with a "snap".

Zhang Luming knocked on his office door and walked in: "Mr. Sang."

"Sorry I'm smoking," Sang Ye didn't have a good impression of Zhang Luming, "Maybe Miss Zhang can wait for me to say 'please come in' next time?"

Zhang Luming pursed his lips, showing a very serious expression at the age of forty.

Seeing her expression, Sang Ye guessed a thing or two, and took a puff of the cigarette: "It seems that my father is looking for you?"

"Mr. Sang, I don't care about the matter between you and your father, but at least the company is not owned by the two of you." Zhang Luming frowned, "I don't know what method Mr. Sang decided to use to get Mianshan Hot Spring to leave The right to renovate the garden? The transfer of the company’s property cannot be decided solely by you and Mr. Sang. It involves the interests of all shareholders on the board of directors. Should the company go out independently, use the company's money to acquire land in Mianshan, and then set up another company to take over all the profits thereafter?"

"I don't know what you and Mr. Sang said, but no matter what, it's not wise," Zhang Luming handed the envelope in front of Sang Ye, "Mianshan project number 219, from Lin'an District Government two years ago From the beginning of the reconstruction intention, I followed up from the beginning to the end, if Mr. Sang insisted on obliterating all this, I would give it up, but I decided to resign."

Sang Ye tilted his head and smiled, sat up straight and put out the cigarette, put his fingertips on the envelope and pushed towards Zhang Luming: "I don't agree."

Zhang Luming said neither humble nor overbearing: "This is my personal intention, I think I have the freedom to decide my own life."

"Sister Zhang, you are good at everything, and you are quick and resolute in doing things, but there is one thing that is not good. Your preconceptions are too deep-rooted." Sang Ye tilted his head and smiled, "Who told you that I use the company's money to collect money? The land in the mountains? It seems that my dad didn't explain clearly to you who used whose money to requisition the land in Quanzhen."

As he spoke, he pushed the two blue folders in front of him towards Zhang Luming: "No. 186 and 192, they are the projects of Manager Wang and Manager Liu downstairs. You may not know much about them, but you should have heard of them." One of them is the upgrade and expansion of the early star hotel, and the other is the real estate development of the Suhe expansion area. They are currently facing problems in various aspects. To sum up, they are lack of funds."

Zhang Luming frowned tightly.

Sang Ye knocked on the table: "Why are these two projects placed on my desk? Am I going to suck the blood of Manager Wang and Manager Liu, and take their mess as my own achievement?"

"I'm never the one who lacks money. If it wasn't for returning to China, I would have gone back to inherit my grandfather's property. I don't lack anything, including villas, land, companies, money and even social status," Sang Ye said with a smile. What do you do? Sleeping in a small room in Bailaiping on the 32nd floor, working hard for a living, do you want to earn your money?"

"Your boss wants to use billions of dollars in my hands to fill the shortfalls and invest in follow-up projects," Sang Ye said with a smirk, picking up the messy documents in front of him one by one and putting them down one by one, "real estate, hotels, restaurants, entertainment, etc. ...Oh! There is still investment in film and television? It really has a big appetite! He must have slept with someone's starlet!"

Sang Ye stood up, held the corner of the resignation letter, and walked to Zhang Luming. For a moment, Sang Ye's strong aura was extremely aggressive, and Zhang Luming, as an experienced project manager, was actually overwhelmed by him.

Sang Ye felt that he was really upset today!

He pinned the envelope on Zhang Luming's neckline, and Zhang Luming squeezed the envelope tightly and looked up at him.

Sang Ye sneered and quickly opened a polite distance, half leaning on the desk behind him, folded his arms and said with a smile: "Even if you want to work for the chairman, you must learn to recognize people clearly, because I heard that I was shameless before." You bastard, just because I didn't like it at first glance, it's not good to label me a moth."

Zhang Luming clenched the envelope tightly and crumpled the paper, looking straight at Sang Ye: "What is Mr. Sang planning to do?"

"I am not talented, but I have a small company in Suhe...Of course, this is for my father," Sang Ye said shamelessly, "I hugged my uncle's family to solve his financial problem." When the money is returned to the country, we must quickly spend all the money before they find out. Small companies can be merged into Zi'an as subsidiaries and Zi'an will form control over it. Zi'an only needs to invest some money in it, but given the current Dad’s cash flow problem, so I decided to accept Zi’an’s non-monetary investment.”

"Do you know what this means?" Sang Ye smiled brightly, in sharp contrast to his previous gloom, and a frightening sense of absurdity arose in Zhang Luming's heart.

Sang Ye said: "I will pay for Mianshan's money, and the Mianshan land will be invested in my small company. I will earn Mianshan's money."

He pointed to the projects scattered on the table and on the ground: "Then these are not a problem. The credit for the project is still yours, why should I rob you?"

Zhang Luming pursed his lips, and after a while, he said, "Let me ask, Mr. Sang, why are you doing this?"

Sang Ye waved his hand casually and said: "Blood is thicker than water, I can never watch my dad really go bankrupt. And he said, after a hundred years, all this will still be mine. His shares and his money are all be mine."

Sang Ye's expression became friendly: "Sister Zhang, you also know that I grew up abroad, and many of my habits and ways of doing things are indeed different from those in China, but how could I want to compete with you for project credit? Apart from bringing it back, I don't know anything!"

"I don't know anything about company operations, and when dealing with people, I just drink and chat and go clubbing." Sang Ye pointed to the scattered documents and said, "I don't know much about these things. But at least my dad should give me a guarantee, right?"

"To tell you the truth, I went back to China secretly behind my grandfather and uncle's back. I took all the money from the foreign company they sent me. If I lost all of it, I would not be beaten to death by my grandfather." ?" Sang Ye blinked, "Let me earn it back slowly, I think the hot springs on Mianshan are not bad."

Zhang Luming's expression was complicated, she was a little confused by Sang Ye: "Mr. Sang, is this money yours or..."

She shut up, what Sang Ye just said was like an Er Que Ye who ran away with money.

Sang Ye bent his eyes and tilted his head, feeling great pleasure from teasing people, he said, "Guess?"

Zhang Luming: "..."

"I'm just kidding, of course the money belongs to me," Sang Ye laughed, "By the way, I have to trouble Sister Zhang and my dad to tell me that I have the handle on Lin Wei and Xu Qing. When will they Sign the contract for my small company, and I will go to them to settle accounts whenever I want. Mianshan Mountain must belong to us, and if I spend money on it, I will also smash it down. This is the first cooperation between me and my father! "

"..." Zhang Luming was so shocked that his hair exploded, and he almost walked out with his hands and feet.

Sang Ye leaned back, squinted his eyes and sat on the desk to light a cigarette for himself. There were bright red roses on the trash can outside the one-way glass.

Sang Ye breathed out a smoke ring and surrounded the roses, smiling brightly in his beautiful peach eyes like a boy.

Sang Ye thought gloomyly and darkly: Gou Zhi wants to win against me, it must be impossible.

The author has something to say: it is still possible to sleep with you.

Especially capable.