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Han Ziye stepped out of the gate of the airport, and saw a slender figure standing quietly beside the car waiting for him. He hadn't seen him for half a year. He didn't seem to have changed at all, and he didn't grow any taller.The sultry summer didn't seem to have any effect on him. His short, refreshing and soft hair covered his snow-white forehead. When he approached, he softly called "Master" and opened the car door for him. Then he walked to the other side and sat in. in the car.

The air conditioner in the car was running quietly, dispelling Han Ziye's hot body. He took off his sunglasses, leaned back on the seat, pinched the bridge of his nose, and asked, "Did you bring the briefing?"

"Yes, do you want the young master to read the electronic version or the paper version?"

Han Ziye leaned back on the backrest with his arms folded around his chest, "You read it to me, it hurts my eyes from flying."

Han Qingchen replied quietly: "Yes." He took out a stack of documents, quickly scanned them, arranged the order and read: "The contract for the replacement of the C101 seeker was finalized on the 5th. The third wind tunnel test has been carried out, and the chairman has sent the second business department to follow up the whole process. The curve of the Jade Garden monthly report is as usual, and there is no special change. This month’s precision shareholders’ meeting has passed a resolution that you will be the general manager.”

He paused, as if trying to figure out what to say. "I, I think you probably need to take a break, I applied for two weeks of leave..."

The driver, Angkor, opened the door after putting away his luggage and came in to interrupt him. He looked at Han Ziye's sleeping profile. He hadn't seen him in half a year. He was a little darker than he was during the Chinese New Year. His cold eyes were closed, and he was slender. The ends of her eyes seem to have swept to her temples, her Adam's apple is raised high on her honey-colored neck, the muscles of her arms hold up her shirt, and her straight long legs are still supporting herself even in the spacious rear seat.

He waited for a while but didn't get a response, so he said softly, "Angkor, go back to the North Palace."

Uncle Zhong greeted him as soon as he got off the car, and followed him with uncontrollable joy, "Master, you are back, are you tired? Are you hungry?"

Han Ziye stopped and put his hands on the old servant's shoulders, looked around and said, "Uncle Zhong, your hair is much grayer."

He went abroad for two years. Although he came back for a week during the Chinese New Year, he was mostly in the mansion and Jade Garden. He didn't go home very much. Uncle Zhong was almost in tears.While muttering "Old, old", he asked him in a daze whether he should eat first or take a bath first.

This sleep was very deep, as if all the exhaustion from flying had been ironed out.It was already night when I woke up again. When I walked out of the room, I found that it was quiet. The servants had already gone to rest. I turned on the intercom, and it was picked up quickly. The voice in the morning sounded sober, "Master, are you awake?"

"I'll go to the gun room and get something to eat."

Han Ziye walked through the lawn and flower garden and walked into the basement.He pushed the switch, and the huge gun room lights lit up row by row. He walked around the display racks, fiddled with the newly added models, flipped through the manuals, took a few shots with an AustriaM-A1, barely One shot entered within the eighth ring, and the rest were scattered inside and outside the target.He walked in with a tray early in the morning. There were two sandwiches and a glass of milk on the plate. He sat down and took a bite. The bread was hot and crisp, the cucumber and lettuce were sweet, the bacon was burnt, and the salad dressing was always his favorite flavor. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the two-year absence, while pointing to the gun at hand with his chin, "Call me."

"Yes, sir."

In the early morning, I took two sets of earmuffs and put on my goggles. I stood firmly in front of the target wall and pulled the trigger to fire ten rounds.The tiger's mouth was slightly numb, and his right shoulder was slightly painful from the recoil.

The results are reported, nine shots are bullseye, one shot is nine rings.

Ziye smiled, and forever with this achievement, stuffed the rest of the sandwich into his mouth, and simply ordered: "Change that one, the left hand."

In the early morning, without saying a word, they changed guns and hands.Zi Ye couldn't help staring at the snow-white side face, especially under the strong white light, his pupils were so black that they couldn't see the bottom. After two years of going out by himself, it seemed that he hadn't grown any taller, and he was still so thin, with a loose white shirt with round lapel The slender waist is covered with a slender waist, covering the round buttocks.

Ziye suddenly turned his head away in disgust, and the electronic sound sounded just right.Three shots to the bullseye, five shots to the nine rings, and the remaining two shots actually fell outside the seventh ring.

In the early morning, he bowed his head without saying a word, with an embarrassing blush on his face.

Ziye stood up and walked to his side with long legs. The height of nearly 190 put a lot of pressure on the 175 in the early morning, and he stopped breathing in the early morning.Ziye curled her mean thin lips, "What have you been doing these two years? I remember this is your best subject." After speaking, he walked out the door with a snort.

The firearms class is indeed his best class. He followed Han Ziye to Aquis College to receive customized education when he was 14 years old. Han Tieyi’s precision trading company exported arms. Cuiyuan has seven hills to make tea, and he also has [-]% of the shares. He is trained as a personal assistant in the morning, and [-]% of his courses are co-education. There are nearly [-] courses. B+, but that person is always a relaxed A+. Many times in the classroom, he desperately took notes early in the morning, and at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief, he saw Han Ziye looking out the window, turning the pen in his hand, frowning slightly, and his eyes were always dissatisfied. patient.

I only get A+ in firearms, but the person in the firearms class only takes hobbies, not compulsory ones. No matter how good I am at it, he can't see it.

Looking down at the slightly trembling left hand in the early morning, his face gradually turned pale, and thin sweat oozes from the corner of his forehead.

Han Ziye went to the old house to meet his grandfather, uncles and cousins, and flew to Cuiyuan to meet his grandfather.Immediately after returning, he fell into a forest of wine and meat. In addition to the necessary social receptions and dances, there were also various invitations to female companions. He left early and returned late almost every day. Counting in the early morning, he hadn't seen him for a week.

This night, my colleagues in the student union heard that the president returned to China and wanted to get together. Tan Xinghe, the second young master of the Tan family, was hosting his own club. The 360-degree viewing window was covered by thick velvet curtains. , more than a dozen men and women were members of the student union back then. Han Ziye was the president of the student council back then, and he was the absolute soul. Their outstanding leadership and clean execution led them to write a glorious stroke in the history of the school.As the secretary-general, Tan Xinghe has been closely following Ziye, and falling in love with him seems to be a matter of course, but everyone knows that the chairman hates homosexuality the most, so Tan Xinghe can only swallow his secret love hard. Next, surround him with a casual attitude, praying for those eyes to stay on him, more, more.

After everyone said their farewells, the atmosphere was very lively. Although Han Ziye was the protagonist tonight, he was still lazily nestling on the sofa. Like an outsider, he only drank, listened to everyone's jokes, and occasionally got stuck and said a few words.

In the middle of the drinking session, some people played ContractBridge, some went to play billiards, and some gathered a small group to chat. Han Ziye was nestled aside, resting his chest with one hand, drooping his eyelids as if he was about to fall asleep.Looking at the slender and elegant figure, Tan Xinghe couldn't restrain his longing for the past two years. He walked over, knelt down on one knee in front of the sofa, and put his hand on Han Ziye's knee.

"President, I got a bottle of Orange Gin from Gordon, shall I mix you a glass of GinTonic or Moulinrouge?"

Han Ziye raised the corners of his lips slightly, narrowed his long and narrow phoenix eyes, and looked at his upturned face from top to bottom,

"Oh? Gordon Orange Gin has been out of production for decades, this bottle of gold is very expensive."

Tan Xinghe hurriedly replied: "It's okay, if the president likes—"

Without making a sound, Ziye stared at his hand on her lap, Tan Xinghe withdrew it as if it was so hot.Ziye lazily said: "GinTonic, doubleGin."

As if encouraged or bewitched by the expression that raised the corners of his lips, Tan Xinghe suddenly made up his mind and mixed the small bottle of potion in his hand into the wine without leaving a trace.

In the early morning, I was sorting out the materials before taking office next week in the big study room. It was already late at night when I returned to the room. Huge lightning illuminated the curtains, and the sweltering air heralded the coming of heavy rain.He closed the window and tossed and turned in bed, unaware that his ears were picking up the sound of a car returning in the silence.

When I was awakened by the buzzer, the clock showed three o'clock, and the closed windows cut off most of the sound of the rainstorm. When I pressed the call button in the morning, a familiar voice was there:

"Han Qingchen? I'm Tan Xinghe, do you remember me?"

In the early morning, the figure that was often around Han Ziye and those eyes that seemed to know everything appeared in his mind, and he could not help but tighten the communicator in his hand,

"Hello, long time no see."

"Well, the president is here with me. He is a little drunk and refuses to stay here overnight. Are you here to pick him up?"

"Excuse me, is it the Tan residence?"

"At the Lotus Club."

The car drove out of the garage, and it was only early in the morning that I realized how heavy the rain was. The strong wind knocked the trees in the garden upside down, and the huge raindrops were carried by the wind and hit the ground and the car windows, forming a thick mist.The car drove down the mountain and drove deeper along the coastal road.

In the early morning, under the guidance of the waiter, I pushed open the heavy doors, and I couldn't help being stunned. Only the dim wall lights were turned on in the room, and everyone was gone. Only Han Ziye was sitting on the sofa, covering his eyes with his hands, and Tan Xinghe was standing In front of him, he looked back at himself.

Early in the morning, he walked over quickly, nodded to Tan Xinghe as a greeting, bent down and called, "Master." Then he took a breath of air, Han Ziye closed his eyes tightly, his face was flushed, his breathing was rapid, and his neck was wet with sweat , the lower body propped up the trousers high, and it was obvious at a glance that they had been drugged.

Qingchen looked back at Tan Xinghe standing behind him. The man had a pale face and smiled self-deprecatingly, "As expected of the president." He stared at Qingchen, his expression changed a few times, and he suddenly turned and walked towards the door, stiff Rubbing his back: "Tell the president, I will take the blame myself."