Congenital deficiency

Ji Daogong held the two cups of strong black coffee that his subordinates had just brought over, turned around the secret door of the club, and walked towards a meeting room inside.

These days, he really followed the owner to drink coffee as water.

But it’s okay to drink coffee, it’s okay not to sleep, it’s okay to fly two flights a day, or five flights in two days, the point is...why?

Ji Daogong pushed open the door, put the coffee on the solid wood table, and sat back behind Hong Zhuo full of doubts.He really couldn't understand Patriarch's operation these days.Could it be that something went wrong within the Hong family, and that's why the head of the family hurried so quickly?

This meeting has been going on for more than an hour so far, and the things that should be discussed have been discussed, and now it is just some finishing things.

The person sitting opposite Hong Zhuo was exactly the nail that Hong Zhuo spent a year hammering in among the pack of wolves in Southeast Asia.

If it sounds nicer, this person is the subordinate who currently manages the Southeast Asian forces for Hong Zhuo and handles the business left over from the Hong family. His name is Zhao Li.

"...When is Patriarch going to visit?" After finishing the previous topic, Zhao Li glanced at Ji Daogong, expressed his gratitude with his eyes, and took a sip of coffee.

Hong Zhuo reached out to touch the glass, touched the cup at the right temperature, picked it up and poured down the strong and bitter coffee in one gulp, without frowning: "Wait a minute."

It takes at least three days to go to Southeast Asia, and now Hong Lingyu's attitude towards him is finally a little loose, where did he get the time to go for more than three days?

"In the future, someone who doesn't obey the rules and secretly transports poppies outside...don't need to greet me, just deal with it directly." After Hong Zhuo finished speaking, he put down his cup, his eyes were cold, cold-blooded and cruel, just like Zhao Li followed at the beginning. As he had seen in his time.

His words made Zhao Li raise his eyebrows.Ever since Hong Zhuo began to wash Bai Hong's family more than ten years ago, except for the initial period of difficult turning around, these methods have basically never been used later.Recently, it was also heard that the Patriarch personally took one person to his side and took care of him personally, and even dismissed many old people in the ancestral house for this person. He and many of his subordinates once thought that the Patriarch might have changed his gender.

As soon as he saw him today, he knew it was because they wanted to make a mistake.

"Yes." Zhao Li responded decisively with a relaxed look on his face.

Poppies kill people.Although he thinks he is not a good person, he also has his own principles.

Many of the poppy fields left by the Hong family in Southeast Asia were burned back then, and the remaining parts have been strictly controlled and planned, and they are all used for regular purposes.

This kind of result is easy to say, but in fact, it has paid a lot of price. Neither the Patriarch nor he will allow anyone to get involved in this hard-won achievement.

Those who become greedy, live up to their principles and put them into practice must pay the price for their actions.

Hong Zhuo put down the bottomless glass, nodded slightly at Zhao Li, got up and left.

Ji Daogong hurriedly followed him and asked, "Where is Patriarch going next?"

Hong Zhuo rubbed his forehead, closed his bloodshot eyes: "Go home."

Ji Daogong nodded, but he was a little guilty in his heart: Why is the Patriarch going home after going out for a while?What fun is there at home?Is it because I don't like spending time outside or the owner has changed his temper?

At the same time, City C.

Hong Lingyu, who was left alone in the apartment, has been eating takeaway food for two days in a row.

In front of him are three layers of exquisite takeaway boxes. One layer contains various dishes, one layer contains pastries, and the other layer contains staple food and soup.

This is what Hong Zhuo left him with a note before he left City C.

This hotel is owned by Hongshi, and it is about half an hour's drive from this apartment. In the past two days, the manager or assistant of the hotel has packed these meals and delivered them all the way by car.

Even the dishes were ordered by Hong Zhuo for the hotel before he left.

Every time a meal is delivered, the manager will take away the lunch box left here from the previous meal—in Hongzhuo's arrangement, Hong Lingyu is not even given the chance to wash the dishes.

The pastry is crystal clear and melts in the mouth, with a touch of sweetness filling the mouth, fresh but not greasy.

The taste of the dishes is just right, not too light but not too heavy, which is very suitable for Hong Lingyu's taste.

Even the soup is impeccable.

But what good is the perfect meal?

Hong Lingyu only moved his chopsticks a few times before he didn't eat. He had a very poor appetite today and basically didn't eat much.He silently put the used dishes back into the lunch box, and sent a text message to the hotel manager who left his phone number.

Within half an hour, the manager appeared at the door, knocked on the door lightly, nodded at him, and looked slightly sideways instead of looking directly at him.After receiving the food box, he said softly: "Master Zhang, good night, go to bed early." Then he turned and left, closing the door behind him.

After closing the door, the manager standing at the door subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

He shook the food box in his hand, feeling a little puzzled: Why is it getting heavier every day?Is this Young Master Zhang eating less and less every day?

But he didn't study other people's preferences for eating leftovers. He just thought about it in his heart, put it aside temporarily, and took the elevator directly to the underground garage to drive.

I don't know who this Young Master Zhang is, but the president is so concerned that he even has to order three meals a day, and he doesn't allow himself to talk too much with him.

But it won't matter if you talk to him by yourself, right?

The manager recalled the handsome young man's facial features and his unearthly demeanor—the other party had no intention of talking to him at all, even if he opened the mouth himself, the other party would definitely not answer him.

The manager just thought about it all the way, thinking about it in his heart, while walking to his car.

"Oh, what a coincidence, it's you again? Are you delivering food again?" Right next to the manager's car, a boy between youths and teenagers greeted him with a smile on his face.

"That's right," the manager said as he lifted the food box in his hand. He didn't have any intention of talking to the other party. He opened the door and was about to get in the car.He only met this man when he drove his car into the underground garage the day before yesterday when the other party accidentally bumped into his car. No matter what the boy said that day, he had to drag him to pay for his car painting, which delayed him by twenty minutes. meal.From what the other party said, this boy should also live here.

Seeing that he was about to get into the car, the boy rushed over in two steps, and even reached out to stop the manager from opening the door: "I see that your food box is really exquisite. Let me discuss it with you? My brother is really picky eater." Yes, but my nanny’s cooking is not delicious. Otherwise, you can cook one serving and two servings. How about you make two servings in the future and bring me one as well? As for the price, it’s easy to say, I pay you the same money as your boss!"

The manager looked up at him, frowning inwardly.He gave one copy in order to get a promotion and raise his salary, to show his presence in front of the president, and to give two copies... Is he short of hundreds of dollars?This trip wasn't enough trouble for him.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," said the manager, who can take care of even difficult customers, not to mention this big boy in front of him who looks less than twenty, he has a gentle smile on his face, and there is apology in his eyes , but the words he said were very straightforward: "It's really unfortunate. If you tell me on the first day, I still have time. Today is the last day of my food delivery. Tomorrow we will temporarily close this service." Ordering food service, look at this, I will leave a business card for you, and if we start delivering food again later, I will tell you again, how about it?" These words are watertight, not only rejecting people, but also talking to people We exchanged business cards, so we left some room.

But the young man frowned in disappointment after only listening to the first half, and waved his hands. At first, he wanted to turn around and leave, but then he didn't know what he thought, so he turned back halfway, and asked him for a business card before leaving, and didn't talk to the manager. Say one more word, and disappeared in the underground parking lot in a few steps.

Are young people changing faces so fast now?

The manager was speechless again, and didn't take this trivial matter to heart, and drove away from here.

Upstairs, in front of Hong Lingyu was the closed door, behind him was the unpopular living room, he turned around and looked around.

This place is so big, so empty, and so quiet. If he didn't turn on the TV and play some sound, the huge apartment would be so quiet that he could even hear his own breathing. It was a bit scary and empty.

It was like a huge beast hiding in the dark, holding its breath and waiting for the right time. Once the time was ripe, it would immediately pounce on him, tear him apart and swallow him.

After all, what is the difference between this place and Hong's old house?

In the past 20 years, he has just changed from one cage to another.

At night, it started to rain again in City C.

Hongzhuo got on the plane overnight, and finally rushed back to the apartment almost in the early hours of the morning.

The driver was given two days off, and he carried his things upstairs by himself.

He obviously drank coffee before boarding the plane, but the coffee seemed to have an effect after he slept on the plane. He was so awake right now that he didn't feel sleepy at all.

It's five o'clock in the morning, Hong Lingyu should be fast asleep.

Hong Zhuo changed his clothes, put away the chill, and waited for his body to warm up before gently pushing open the door of Hong Lingyu's room.

He... just took a look.

Hong Zhuo thought so when he pushed the door open.

But when he opened the door, he saw that half of his face was buried in the quilt, his sleeping cheeks were reddish, it was a sweet young man, he couldn't help but walked forward, wanting to get closer, and get closer.

In the end, he was already standing by the bed, slowly bent down, and half-kneeled on the bed.

In the past few days, he flew several times without sleep, and traveled to three or four cities, just to finish those things in the shortest time and come back to continue to take care of the people on his heart.

Hong Lingyu's facial features are clear and elegant, when she is awake, she doesn't show much vivid expression because of her dull emotions, she looks like a icy beauty, and she rejects people thousands of miles away invisibly.

But at this moment, he frowned lightly in his deep sleep, his closed eyelids covered his dark and honest eyes, coupled with the slightly drunken side of his sleeping face, his facial features softened instantly, making people's heart beat.

Hong Zhuo repeated An's patient impulse, but failed.He stretched out his hand, wanting to gently brush away the broken hair that covered the other person's eyebrows, but his fingertips accidentally touched Hong Lingyu's forehead. Before he had time to fear waking up the other party, he was startled by the temperature touched by his fingertips.

How can it be so hot? !