Yan Gou

Cen Ge went on a business trip to Europe for a week, and Cen Xi begged him on WeChat to bring him the same limited edition signed sneakers of a certain basketball star, and Cen Xi impatiently agreed.

There are many families extending from the branch of the Cen family, but among those cousins, Cen Xi is the only one who can please Cen Ge's father the most.Cen Xi's family is not in Sijiu City, he came to Sijiu City the year before last to study at university, Cen Ge's father would occasionally ask someone to pick Cen Xi back to Cen's house for a short stay.

In such a big Cen family, except for Ceng Ge's room, Cen Xi didn't have the guts to go in. Cen Xi even sneaked into Cen Ge's father's study room, and by the way, saw some photos in the study room that the owner hadn't had time to lock in the drawer.

Cengo's father didn't question him too much after the incident, he just avoided Cengo and called him to the study, and told him in a stern tone to keep his mouth shut and not gossip around.

Cen Xi nodded honestly, raised his palms outwards over his head and said repeatedly that he understood.Cen Ge's father nodded slightly, and treated Cen Xi as his youngest son afterward as if nothing had happened.

Cen Ge was indifferent to what Cen Xi saw in the study, and he would not pay attention to his father's kind attitude towards Cen Xi.Not to mention that it was to prevent Cen Xi from robbing him of his things in the future, even all the affairs of Cen's company back then were forced into his arms by Cen Ge's father, both soft and hard.

Cen Xi's existence did not pose any threat to him, and every time he saw him, his mouth seemed to be smeared with honey, and he smiled and yelled affectionately, and Cen Ge acquiesced in the existence of the other party.

On the third day after he arrived in Paris, at the dinner with his partner in the evening, the assistant who was with the director handed over the pair of sneakers.The director only knew that the person in charge of Cen's company came to conduct business negotiations in person, and specially picked a French-Chinese employee from the company to come with him.

The assistant was young and handsome, with fair skin and long legs. Looking over from a pair of dark eyes, the ends of the eyes were slightly raised.For no reason, he bears some resemblance to Jiang Bailu.

Cengo reached out to take it, and looked lazily towards the other assistant, swept across his face and neckline, and finally landed on the thin and white wrist outside the cuff of his shirt, staying there for several seconds.

The director noticed Cengo's gaze, laughed loudly, and patted the assistant on the shoulder as a signal: "Don't pour the wine for Mr. Cen yet."

The young and handsome assistant understood, and thoughtfully and wittily carried the jug towards Cengo.Cengo looked away from his wrist expressionlessly, and after a while, he couldn't help but glance over.

The director sat across the dining table, had a panoramic view of the changes in Cengo's expression, and showed a smile of sudden realization and certainty.

Two or three hours later, when Cengo returned to the hotel suite arranged by the other party's company a few days ago, he saw his French-Chinese assistant kneeling on the carpet beside the bed waiting for him in the bedroom.

Cengo's footsteps paused slightly, but he didn't pick up the opponent's collar as usual, opened the door and threw him out.Instead, he picked up the water glass unhurriedly, took a sip of water, then walked up to the assistant and squatted down, asking casually in English, "Who told you to come here?"

The assistant raised his face and replied, "My boss."

"You are very obedient." Cengo snorted, and when he lowered his eyes, his eyes swept over his wrist resting on the edge of the bed again, looking a little focused.

The assistant followed his gaze and spread his five fingers in the blue bed sheet.The slender fingers were sunk in the soft dark bed sheet, like gleaming white jade half wrapped and half exposed in cyan silk.

The assistant was not timid at all, "Boss Cen likes my hands?"

Hearing this, Cengo frowned, and got up coldly to drive away, "I'll give you five seconds to get out of my room. Otherwise, I won't have to continue discussing the cooperation with your company."

The assistant was stunned, with embarrassment and embarrassment flashing across his eyes, he got up and walked out with his head down.

Ceng Ge sat down on the edge of the bed without raising his head, stared blankly at the shoe box containing Cen Xi's signature sneakers on the carpet for two seconds, pressed his fingertips on the screen of his mobile phone to read from WeChat Swipe across the dialog box of Jiang Bailu.Then he threw away the phone, got up, walked to the closet and opened the closet door, and when he reached for the pajamas, his movements suddenly froze in mid-air.

In the next second, he put down his hands, turned around and walked out of the bedroom, strode across the living room and opened the door of the entrance, called to the young man who had not gone far in a bad tone, frowned and asked in a deep voice: "The pair on your cuff Crystal cufflinks, where did you buy them?"

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Today is Cengo's perspective.