the soul side

Chu Yiming never called to ask what was going on.

Cheng Yiming held the phone so anxiously that there was nothing he could do. Seeing the time passing by and only 10 minutes left in the end, Cheng Yiming finally couldn't bear it anymore and dialed Chu Yiming.

Hearing the beeping of the phone, Cheng Yiming didn't know why he called Chu Yiming.

Call him to scold him?

Chu Yiming should not be able to curse.

Probably to find some confidence for myself.

After the call was connected, Chu Yiming's attitude was still not the slightest bit anxious, but comforted him and told him not to be too anxious.

Watching 10 minutes turn into 9 minutes, and the second hand jumping up and down, how could Cheng Yiming not be in a hurry.

"It's useless to be anxious, if you can't do it, you can't do it."

Hearing these words, all Cheng Yiming's anxiety seemed to be washed away by a basin of cold water.

Listening to Chu Yiming's voice on the phone, Cheng Yiming couldn't imagine his expression. Was he really saying this indifferently, or was he really helpless.

"It's just a little incident. My life has always been full of ups and downs. Such a little disturbance is nothing."

Such open-minded but self-defeating words made Cheng Yiming's eyes widen, and his eyes were full of sadness: "Have you given up yet?"

"Cheng Yiming, it's not me who can make decisions."

He is the one who can make the decision, so has Chu Yiming given up hope in him?

"Chu Yiming...I..." Cheng Yiming was so choked up that he couldn't speak.

"I need your help, but in your situation, you can't give anything." Chu Yiming's words were full of sympathy for his impoverished heart.

Cheng Yiming grabbed the phone and couldn't hold back his choked cry: "I can...Chu Yiming, I can do it."

"Don't force it."

"I can!" Cheng Yiming yelled at him to refute him, the voice fell before his eyes, and the hand holding the mobile phone dropped, and the mobile phone fell on the sofa.

Lin Hui was startled by this sudden scene, got up from the sofa and walked towards Chu Yiming.

Suddenly, this body opened its eyes, and the cold eyebrows and sharp eyes were like sharp knives wrapped in a sheath.

Lin Hui returned to his original position: "President Chu"

Chu Yiming glanced at Lin Hui and the surrounding environment, raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, picked up his cell phone and hung up the call, with a smile on his lips.

Lin Hui looked down at his watch: "Mr. Sun's flight will arrive in three hours and seven minutes."

Chu Yiming got up and went to the bathroom: "You don't need to see him."

"Sun always comes back with business this time."

"Oh? Business, he will come to me if he wants to do business." Chu Yiming stood with his upper body in front of the mirror and began to untie his belt.

The bathroom door was left open, and Lin Hui hurriedly left in a sensible manner.

In the hotel in City S, Cheng Yiming opened his eyes and saw a desk and a computer in front of him, his face that originally belonged to him was reflected on the pitch-black computer screen.

The mobile phone on the table hadn't been hung up yet, and was in the middle of talking with CYM, Cheng Yiming hung up the phone before he had time to speak.

Exit the call interface and return to the desktop screen. All the application icons on the entire desktop are cleared, leaving only a memo.

Cheng Yiming clicked in, and it contained the information that Chu Yiming had left for him. The things he obtained from the negotiation with his parents were all clearly noted. The advantage is to maximize the benefits, and the memo directly divides the two cousins ​​and senior sisters into people who don't need to see each other for three years.

There is also the address of the working restaurant and a list of colleagues in the kitchen.

Leave him a sentence at the bottom of the memo.

Make more friends, don't be too obsessed with others' kindness to you.

Cheng Yiming held the phone as if he was calling Chu Yiming, but his fingers stopped on the three-letter note of CYM and he couldn't click on it.

What reason does he have to call Chu Yiming?

Even if he passed the fight, what could he say?

Continue to helplessly seek help, he clearly said that he can do it.

Taking a deep breath, he put the phone in his pocket, and looked around the suite. Chu Yiming often works here. I don't know anything else, but the computer in front of him must belong to Chu Yiming.

Cheng Yiming found the computer bag and room card in the cabinet, took Chu Yiming's computer downstairs and checked out the room.

First take the car to the restaurant that Chu Yiming wrote down. Qianweizhuang is one of the best restaurants in S City. Whether it is decoration, scale, or dishes, it is much higher than ordinary restaurants.

As soon as Cheng Yiming stepped in, 02:30 was the time when there was no class, the waiter was plowing the ground, and a few chefs were sitting and playing poker and chicken online.

As soon as he walked in, everyone's eyes fell to Zhao Xin, who was on the ground. Seeing Cheng Yiming walking in, she wondered why Chef Cheng came to work today.

In their hearts, Cheng Yiming is a fairy.

She found a job and received a nominal salary and didn't even go to work. The manager also told them not to mess with this person. She asked the manager quietly, and the manager said that he also heard a little bit from the boss, saying that Cheng Yiming had a very strong relationship.

She smiled and greeted warmly: "Chef Cheng is here."

Cheng Yiming replied vaguely: "Come to work."

Wang Hao was hitting a moving person behind a tree with a scope, and the headshot was clean and neat, but the moment he stood up and killed that person, in another direction, the opponent's teammate also hit him, After being shot three times in a row, he knelt on the ground and instantly turned into a box.

Wang Hao put down his phone and looked at Cheng Yiming in displeasure: "It's strange, what work are you here for?"

Cheng Yiming didn't know what to say.

Wang Hao looked at his somewhat bewildered eyes, and felt that his tone was a bit aggressive when he opened his mouth, and added: "I will never go to work if I have you."

The old chef of Fighting Landlords said, "You are just useless."

Wang Hao saw where Cheng Yiming was still standing: "You don't know me yet, my name is Wang Hao, are you really coming to work?"

Cheng Yiming nodded.

Wang Hao looked Cheng Yiming up and down: "Can you cook?"

"meeting."

Wang Hao couldn't believe how good his skills were, so he grabbed his phone and stood up: "What you said, we have to see it to count."

As he said that, Wang Hao threw him a chef's clothes, and led him to the back kitchen: "Seeing is believing, make a dish for us to try."

He didn't dare to play with expensive ingredients casually, so Wang Hao asked him to make an ordinary shredded pork with green peppers.

Pressing the meat on the chopping board, Cheng Yiming took out a kitchen knife and began to cut the meat. The old chef saw that his temperament changed when he took the kitchen knife, and he knew that he really knew how to cook.

The moment this person started cooking, his eyes became focused and devoted. This seriousness is unmatched by many chefs.

The seemingly thin arms are unambiguous when they are thrown into the pot. The green pepper shreds and pork shreds exude fragrance and penetrate each other in the high fire. It's ready, an ordinary dish, with an extraordinary attractive appearance.

Zhao Xin swallowed her saliva. Although she had just finished eating, she still wanted to fill a bowl of rice when she saw such an appetizer.

Everyone drew their chopsticks around and began to taste. Zhao Xin took a bite and asked, "I'm going to serve some rice, do you want it?"

The old chef nodded after tasting, and looked at Wang Hao: "It's better than your cooking."

Although Wang Hao was dissatisfied, he couldn't say anything to refute it. It was indeed better than his cooking. Wang Hao curled his lips in displeasure, and took another bite with the shredded pork with green pepper.

Well, sure enough, people can't be judged by their appearance.

Zhao Xin came back with two small bowls of rice, and handed a bowl to the waiter beside her. The two of you ate the remaining half plate of green pepper shredded pork with the rice.

After eating, he shook his head: "It's too sinful to eat like this. The calories are off the chart today."

Zhao Xin gave Cheng Yiming a compliment as she spoke: "It's delicious."

A dish has received so much praise and approval, Cheng Yiming couldn't hold back the smile that spread out of his eyes: "Thank you."

This is Cheng Yiming's official entry.

The first hurdle has passed, and Cheng Yiming is worried about getting off work.

He's going home.

Sitting in the car, Cheng Yiming looked at the colorful lights on the street and the lights spreading from the shop.

Going home to face his own family, this is his world.

What about Chu Yiming?He should be drinking tea with Sun Changying now.

It was so late, and he might have gone home too.

Does he have a nightlife?

Probably very colorful.

Cheng Yiming sighed, raised his hand and patted his head.

What was he thinking, what happened to Chu Yiming had nothing to do with him, they were people from two worlds, if it wasn't for the fate that the fortune teller said, they wouldn't even meet each other.

Cheng Yiming's heart was still hanging when he got home, until the moment he opened the door, his mother who was watching TV glanced at him and smiled kindly: "I'm back."

At this moment, Cheng Yiming really understood the power of what Lin Hui said, there is nothing in this world that Chu Yiming can't do.

Because of his fate with Chu Yiming, his life was turned upside down, like a version that was too low was forced to update, everything that was originally powerless changed.

Put on your slippers and walk over to sit on the sofa: "Is Dad okay?"

"He's fine. The doctor said he can be discharged after observation."

Cheng Yiming wanted to say something, but couldn't think of anything else to say, so he told her to go to bed early and went back to the room.

As soon as he left Yang Hua, he breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, it was right to compromise. His son has returned to his previous state more and more. Now even his demeanor has changed back to his previous appearance. As long as she keeps working hard, the devil son will never return .

After washing and changing into pajamas and lying on the bed, Cheng Yiming held the phone, looked through the apps on the phone, and found that they were all the original ones, and Chu Yiming didn't download anything when he wasn't using his phone.

Does he have no hobbies?

Open the call log left on the phone.

10:12

09:57

10:21

......

At about this point Chu Yiming would call him, Cheng Yiming felt that he had formed a habit, staring at the screen expecting that Chu Yiming would call him.

Chu Yiming's voice and breathing on the phone made his eardrums itch, even though the voice was Cheng Yiming's own.

I don't know what Chu Yiming's own voice sounds like.

Cheng Yiming pressed the black screen, and they switched back to their bodies. Chu Yiming won't call him anymore, he should go to bed early, he has to work tomorrow.