lover relationship

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Seeing the message he sent, Sang Ye sneered, dried his hair and fell asleep, having a good dream.

The next day, Fu Zhifei and Sang Ye met directly at Fu Zhifei's house. There was no other reason. Mr. Fu was very homely. Except for sketching, running and walking the dog, he usually didn't go out and lifted weights at home.

Sang Ye looked at his treadmill and kicked the dumbbell rack next to him: "Are you still lifting this thing? I think you're going to stop lifting it."

Teacher Fu's answer was concise and clear: "Get lost."

Fu Zhifei was wearing cotton and linen loose long-sleeved trousers, the plain trouser legs hanging down to the ground, as lazy as his slightly long hair.

A little white Pomeranian was only as big as his feet, and it sniffed at Sangye's feet with its buttocks sticking out, and howled softly at Sangye with the help of its long-legged father by its side.

Sang Ye poked the puppy twice with his feet, and the little milk dog hadn't changed its teeth yet, and bit his feet thinly and sharply.

"Since when did you, a heartless person, raise a dog?" Sang Ye lowered his head to tease the little dog, but the little dog was very timid, and kept crawling behind Fu Zhifei, sticking its buttocks and stuffing its head into Fu Zhifei's lenient in the trouser leg.

"When I bought a house last year." Fu Zhifei bent down and picked up a ball of white fur on the ground. The puppy rubbed against his neck and hung out the jade pendant from his neck. Fu Zhifei rubbed it twice.

"It's strange that you like such a small dog," Sang Ye said with a smile, "I thought you would like Samoyed or a big golden retriever."

Fu Zhifei looked at his dog son's world-weary eyes a little bit softly, and teased the puppy's ears with two fingers, causing little Bomei to shake his head and use his hind feet to shake his head.

"Looking at Zhongyi, I bought it because of fate," Fu Zhifei said.

"It looks a bit silly," Sang Ye laughed at him angrily, "I really don't fit in with you."

Fu Zhifei glanced at him: "Don't worry about me, son of a bitch."

Sang Ye's eyes widened: "Hey, Dad really isn't a man today!"

Fu Zhifei touched a menthol cigarette for himself with a smile, and threw another one to Sang Ye: "What does my son want from me?"

"It's not human business." Sang Ye smiled and lit a cigarette for himself, and walked around Fu Zhifei's house twice.The community where Fu Zhifei lived was also developed by Zi'an. It is a typical residence, the residents on the top floor.

When Fu Zhifei bought the house, Sang Ye was still abroad, so he only provided him with a few references and helped him make an appointment with a better home improvement team in China.

The Chinese-style residence looks chic and grand.

Sang Ye exhaled at the puppy, choking the puppy until it sneezed, and was immediately stopped by Fu Zhifei.

Sang Ye pointed at Fu Zhifei: "Now you are like a baby-protecting mother."

Fu Zhifei was noncommittal, put the dog down, and went to Youhu's study to make tea for him.

Sang Ye looked all the way, the living room of the studio on the right is for guests, there are long scrolls of landscape paintings hanging on the wall, the inscriptions are graceful and elegant, mountains, rocks, vegetation, flowers and birds, deer, small pavilions, paths, meditation rooms, wells, take a closer look The texture is extremely delicate, the nuclei are delicate everywhere, and the colors are quite bold. The mineral pigments seem to have a period of life of their own.

"You're happy living alone, right? The sum of your two houses is bigger than mine." Sang Ye said.

"It's okay." Fu Zhifei brewed the utensils for the tea ceremony, and the incense sticks were wafting.

After filtering the first water, the tea fragrance washes away the floating astringency and slowly overflows, which is very comfortable.

Sang Ye doesn't like drinking tea very much, but he also knows that Fu Zhifei's tea is all good, so he doesn't refuse it.

Fu Zhifei put a small teacup in front of him, a small jade-colored cup, and the tea soup was clear. Fu Zhifei finally asked him: "What's the matter, let's talk about it."

"What can happen, you don't depend on it, and you don't care about the company's affairs," Sang Ye Niu finished his tea like chewing a peony, and leaned back on the mahogany sofa, "Yuansheng has a new shareholder, I will Tell you this, and you don't care if you say it."

Fu Zhifei asked, "Who?"

"you guess?"

"roll."

Sang Ye: "..."

Sang Ye raised his head from the back of the sofa to look at Fu Zhifei, then lowered his head back: "You are too boring. You must not be able to guess who it is."

Fu Zhifei sipped the tea carefully, he knew that Sang Ye had such a temperament, the more curious you were, the more energetic he would be.

Sang Ye looked at Fu Zhifei for a long time, and said rather boredly, "It's Lin Wei."

The old god Fu Zhifei took a sip of tea and didn't speak.

Sang Ye was a little crazy: "My God, why are you so boring, are you going to ask me 'Who is Lin Wei' in the next sentence?"

Fu Zhifei followed the example of kindness: "Who is Lin Wei?"

Sang Ye: "...Aren't you Dad, are you stupid, why don't you know anything about the market, anyway, you are also one of the bosses of our Yuansheng! Do you know that Yuansheng is engaged in real estate and not retail development ?”

Fu Zhifei laughed at him: "You son of a dog is really stupid."

Sang Ye covered his face and refused to talk to him.

Fu Zhifei really doesn't know who Lin Wei is, but he also feels strange: "How can you be so good that you will let Lin Wei become a shareholder? Isn't Jianan the opposite of Zi'an?"

"It was the other party who let him take the stake," Sang Ye said lazily, "Do you know what Sang Qin's plan is? He thought I had more than a billion in my hand, and he wanted to swallow it all up. Don't you think it's funny?"

Fu Zhifei was also surprised, but he frowned: "So much money."

"Hmm, you, Uncle Sang, are very good at making money. You are much better than that Lao Shizi Sang Qin. There is nothing wrong with following your father." Sang Ye sat up and patted Fu Zhifei on the shoulder. For the sake of investment and management, I call him Dad."

"Go away," Fu Zhifei pushed his hand away, cursing with a smile, "I'll leave it to you to invest and take care of it, and you'll get [-] to [-] cents. You just want to take advantage of me, and you have a good idea."

Sang Ye said: "Fuck me, Fu Zhifei, your little money is not enough for me to plug my teeth, and you still feel a loss if you share it with you?"

Fu Zhifei: "That's not true. You are my uncle at most."

Sang Ye laughed for a long time.

Fu Zhifei asked him again: "Son, what happened to your money? Where did your uncle get it?"

"What! Don't underestimate people, okay? Of course I earned it myself!" Sang Ye said proudly, "In addition to the French investment bank, I also went to mine Bitcoin a few years ago, and I also threw away part of your money. Go in and buy mining machines."

Fu Zhifei: "..."

"In 10 years, 1 bitcoin was about 0.25 cents. At that time, I was still in school, and I started buying and selling this virtual currency. After so many years, the number of transactions was also 400. Last year, the number of bitcoins rose to the original [-] million. times, I sold all the bitcoins in my hand," Sang Ye said with a smile, "Do the math, how much is it?"

Fu Zhifei opened his mouth and did not speak.

"This doesn't include the money I spent buying and selling mining machines, which add up to my pocket money. After all, it's not a reliable thing, so I just buy it for fun." Sang Ye said.

Very embarrassing.

Fu Zhifei shrugged: "Then what are you doing when you return to China? Welcome to join the real estate speculators group?"

Sang Ye laughed and said, "What, I'm laughing to death. I want to bring down Sang Qin, and it's quick to spend money, but isn't that boring?"

"So you are going to cooperate with Lin Wei?"

"I don't use the ready-made knives, why should I fight hand-to-hand? That would be too stupid." Sang Ye said.

Fu Zhifei didn't care about these business matters, Sang Ye said so much money in his mind, he just admired it, the crying bag of the neighbor's next door has grown up, and he is not a younger brother anymore.

In fact, the amount is too outrageous, and the gap between the consumption level in real life is too large. Fu Zhifei doesn't feel that much money, it's just a number.

He has always followed the weak water and drank a ladle for three thousand. The material world is too rich, so he just takes what he needs.

But as a friend, he still hopes that Sang Ye can be a little bit more measured. After all, he is too wild, and he is afraid that something will happen to him and it will not be easy to end.

"What do you mean about Yuan Sheng?" Fu Zhifei asked, "How do you plan to cooperate with Lin Wei?"

Sang Ye slightly squinted his peach blossom eyes, and when he smiled, his eyes were hooked. The peach blossom eyes were hazy and dirty, like a pool of drowning water, which the fierce beast regarded as an illusion.

Fu Zhifei subconsciously didn't like him like this, and frowned.

Sang Ye said: "Sang Qin wants to borrow money from me to fight for the land, and there are some previous deficient projects that need to be filled. The land in Mianshan is a stepping stone to open up Quan Town. Can I let him get it so easily? Of course not. What’s more, Dizi’an on Mt. Mian has no competitiveness in the first place. If I hadn’t told Sang Qin that I had more than one billion when I returned home, he would have been devastated. How could he still sit in the conference room and straighten his back? He farts. Lin Wei and Mayor Xu's nephew have secretly planned to swallow up the hot spring garden on Mianshan."

Fu Zhifei understood it this time: "You and Lin Wei are working together for Mianshan. But why is Lin Wei willing to cooperate with you?"

"Why don't you want to?" Sang Ye said with a sneer, "As soon as I told Sang Qin that I was rich, he immediately raised Lin Wei's price. Lin Wei only likes Mianshan, but he doesn't want other places in Quanzhen. The reconstruction of the old city in the city is the highlight of Jianan. If he can't come up with more money, the matter will be delayed. The cooperation not only saves his money, but also saves his energy, and he also knows that if Sang Qin and I don't deal with each other, we are just grasshoppers on the same boat."

"What about you?" Fu Zhifei looked at Sang Ye, "What do you think?"

"The cooperation is only temporary," Sang Ye crossed his legs, sitting in a very elegant posture, "Sangqin's land in Mianshan will belong to Suhe Yuansheng, and the money Sangqin wants me to invest will also eat up most of Zi'an's shares. A notarization of a will... how do you put it in that sentence? It's getting cold, and the old fox should go bankrupt."

Fu Zhifei frowned, and finally said, "You just need to be sensible."

Sang Ye smiled: "I'm a good citizen who knows the law and abides by the law. What's ridiculous is that Zi'an is such a big company, accounting for nearly 80.00% of Suhe's real estate market share, that there will be tens of millions of capital problems. Who will measure it?"

Fu Zhifei was faintly worried: "Aye, sometimes, things can't be done too badly...you will regret it."

Sang Ye asked him: "Oh, then my aunt Fu urged you to go on a blind date and get married, and you broke up with her, do you regret it?"

Fu Zhifei was silent for a long time, and finally shook his head.

The tea was cold, and the small stove was reheated, producing hot bubbles.

"More than two years ago... I saved a child," Fu Zhifei lit a cigarette for himself again, "At that time, I felt that life and death were nothing compared to... I don't regret not going on a blind date, it's just how many I feel a little regretful, when my grandma was alive, I should...should have told her directly, so that the old man will not leave with regrets."

Sang Ye said lightly: "Grandma Fu had two heart surgeries, who would dare to say... Who can be sure that she won't be more 'sad' after telling the story?"

Fu Zhifei laughed at himself: "Yes."

The little dog pawed at Fu Zhifei's feet twice and spread his belly to touch.

Sang Ye changed the subject to tease the puppy, and asked, "What's its name?"

"Well...it's called Yueyue, it's white, like a moon." Fu Zhifei said.

Sang Ye smiled: "A long-haired moon? It looks like it's going to rain tomorrow."

Fu Zhifei watched Sangye grab Xiaoyueyue's tail very viciously, causing the puppy to bark. He hugged the puppy and urged Sangye to say, "Is there anything else? If there is nothing else, I will retreat. I have nothing to draw." over."

"Tsk, this order to chase away guests is really annoying," Sang Ye glared at him, "Why are you so boring, you only know how to draw every day, and you have no other fun."

He glanced at Fu Zhifei, kicked Fu Zhifei's hand and said sarcastically: "You are the Wuzhi Mountain of the Tathagata Buddha, right? What about the Golden Cicada Boy who crushed Sun Houzi and waited 500 years? Don't say 500 years, I see five You will be bald there after a year, and you have to get sick, and it will be a trivial matter if you don’t lift at that time, maybe you will be..."

Fu Zhifei was irritated by his sarcasm: "It's okay, get out!"

Mr. Fu's hands are quite strong, he picked up Sang Ye by the back of the neck and slipped it into the house on the other side.

"Hey! Dad!" Sang Ye yelled, "I have something to do! I really have something to do!"

Fu Zhifei had already thrown him to the door of the room. Fu Zhifei's eyes were slightly lowered, looking world-weary and mocking, and when he lost his temper, he looked very fierce: "What else?"

"Uh..." Sang Ye was a little embarrassed, and said to him from left to right, "Your money is hanging with me, and this year's dividends will probably be..."

"Whatever you want," Fu Zhifei interrupted him, "I don't care about that."

Sang Ye said again: "Do you have any comments on Su He Yuansheng?"

"No." Fu Zhifei pushed him out the door.

"Wait, wait! Don't close the door!" Sang Ye finally scratched his nose, "Then what, I really have something to ask you, seriously!"

Fu Zhifei raised his eyes and looked at him seriously.

"Do you think...uh..." Sang Ye swallowed, "Do you think a gong...a 1..."

Fu Zhifei frowned, not knowing what he was going to say.

Sang Ye closed his eyes and turned his heart: "Do you think that a 1 may become a 0 someday? Pure 1! Straight and straight 1!"

Fu Zhifei looked at Sang Ye suspiciously, and finally knocked on the door, annoyed, "Get lost!"

"Damn it?" Sang Ye was slapped so badly, he couldn't figure it out for a long time, wandered around the door for a long time and wanted to take the elevator downstairs, but he felt so wronged and wronged, he didn't think of a reason for Fu Zhifei to treat him like this, Anyway, they are also buddies who grew up together when they were young!

Suddenly, Sang Ye had a flash of inspiration, his pupils widened and he turned around and slammed on Fu Zhifei's door: "Fuck! Son of a bitch! Dad really didn't want to sleep with you!"

The author has something to say: Help!It was he who was about to be put to sleep!