Husband's Fingertips

Qiu Group's lunch break.

In the tea room, several women gossiped about the latest news in the company while drinking coffee.

The news seems to be very simple, but when you think about it, it seems that it is not that simple.

From the first day of working in the group, President Qiu Jiyan has formed the habit of drinking coffee while working.

So, one morning a few days ago, when he suddenly told his secretary that he no longer needed to make coffee every day, but replaced it with Chinese-style white tea, the sensitive women in the company seemed to have discovered something.

At this moment, a girl who often studies emotion studies said to several sisters while taking the last sip of coffee, "Tell you, based on my experience, when a person suddenly changes the living habits that have been practiced for many years, from the emotional point of view Look, it's not because of broken love, because of passionate love, or because of falling in love secretly, as for what kind of love we Qiu always has, let's wait and see!"

Mr. Qiu, who is said to be in love with life and death, is speaking proficient American English on the phone with an American client.

This order can be said to be the biggest order since Qiu Jiyan took over as Qiu's CEO.

If it can be negotiated, it will not only play an extremely important role in the development of the Qiu family in the future, but also lay a solid foundation for him who has surpassed the previous generation and directly entered the peak of power.

Although he looks mature and prudent, and his actions are steady and ruthless enough, but after all, he is only 26 years old, and in the eyes of many veterans of the group, he still owes a little.

Therefore, Qiu Jiyan has put in a lot of effort recently on this business involving the entire America and Canada region.

Fortunately, the communication and progress between the two parties are very satisfactory. The customer representative of the other party has already decided to fly to China next week and is discussing the itinerary with Qiu Jiyan.

The two of them had been talking on the phone for a long time, Qiu Jiyan felt his throat was dry, so he picked up the teacup and took a big sip.

The sweet taste of white tea invaded his taste buds in an instant, and the mellow tea fragrance was like a gentle but tenacious hand, sweeping away Qiu Jiyan's physical fatigue.

After finally finishing the long transoceanic phone call, Qiu Jiyan relaxed and leaned back slightly, shaking his sore neck.

However, even if he was relaxing in the office where he was the only one, he just leaned back a little, and the whole person still maintained a very upright posture.

The white teacup in front of him was still exuding a faint tea fragrance.

Qiu Jiyan's eyes lingered on the cup for a moment, and suddenly remembered that at this time, Xia Wangchuan should have received the white tea cake he sent over.

He didn't know if he did it on a whim or not, just a whim.

Or neither of these two, just like the letter I wrote to him, "The kindness of the acupoints will be repaid with fragrant tea." Yes, I am not a person who likes to owe favors.

Because of human feelings, after all, there is also a word 'love'.

He also thought of the other two sentences written to him, "A gentleman loves tea, and he gets it in a proper way." Probably no matter who it is, when seeing these two sentences, the first reaction will be the saying, "A gentleman loves tea." Wealth, there is a proper way to get it."

Qiu Jiyan admitted that when he wrote this sentence, he had selfish intentions.

For no reason, he believed that the masseur who gained a deeper understanding after contact should have the wisdom root to understand his own subtext.

That's right, no matter what, when he didn't know whether Xia Wangchuan was entrusted by the gold master as the rumors said, in Qiu Jiyan's heart, he was still a little uncertain.

Since Xia Wangchuan relieved his acupoints last time, it has been a few days since he had a massage.

Xia Wangchuan's ten slender fingertips appeared in front of Qiu Jiyan's eyes again, and he shook his head vigorously, trying to temporarily block them from his mind.

The US representative will fly directly to Shanghai at the first stop to see the company's operations in East China, so he will take a few key teams to fly to Shanghai tonight to make first-hand preparations, massage?Or wait to come back.

After Xia Wangchuan rested on Fridays and Saturdays, more clocks were set out on weekdays.

He has been thinking about how to reply a message to Yin Jiyan, or make a phone call in person, not only to express that he has received the tea from the other party, but also to express his thanks.

One customer after another left him with no time to figure out what to say to the other party.

It would be easier if the other party was an ordinary guest, and the reply would be nothing more than thank you, thank you very much, for your wasted polite words.

But the other party is Qiu Jiyan!

It is the man I have been thinking about for 16 years, from the boy I liked to the present man!Moreover, the other party also attached a short but seemingly meaningful "love letter" to himself. How could he just say thank you casually and deal with the matter.

Thinking of the so-called love letter, Xia Wangchuan, who was still clasping the guest's neck with both hands, suddenly thought of something.

The man's first sentence is very interesting when he thinks about it, "A gentleman loves tea, and he can get it in a proper way." When he saw this sentence, the first reaction in his mind was a very familiar old saying, "A gentleman loves money. , take it in a proper way."

Then, Mr. Qiu, who has always been concise and concise in his conversation, will there be some special meaning attached to it when he writes this sentence?

Come to think of it, the rumors about being entrusted by the gold master in the 'Gongli' should spread very quickly in the mouths of Lin Dawei and his like.

However, on the day Qiu Jiyan ran to his home to relieve the acupoints, he asked plainly but meaningfully when they met, which seemed to have explained the problem.

"Sorry, I came to your house, mainly because I heard that you are not in the 'palace' on Friday and Saturday..."

He must have heard of it, and the version he heard seems to have more colorful content, so... that's why he wrote the words "a gentleman loves tea, get it in a proper way", which seems to remind himself of something, right?

should be.

Xia Wangchuan unconsciously put more force on the guest's neck, and the guest coughed heavily before he regained his senses.

When Qiu Jiyan flew to Shanghai Pudong Airport with a group of people, it was almost 10:30 in the evening.

The lights outside the porthole were as bright as day, and Qiu Jiyan turned on his cell phone after the plane landed.

A lot of text messages jumped in, and the last one was sent at [-]:[-], showing that the sender's name was "Xia".

With a sudden movement in his heart, he immediately pressed the message.

"Thank you Mr. Qiu for the white tea! Helping you relieve the acupoints is nothing more than Wang Chuan's effort. Mr. Qiu said that it is too serious to repay your kindness. However, I like this box of tea very much, especially the pattern on the box, green leaves and white flowers. Buran... If there is a chance, I hope to make this tea myself and drink it with Qiu! Xia Wangchuan."

For a moment, the endless flow of the crowd, and the sounds of the South and North tunes, seemed to be automatically drowned out by Qiu Jiyan's ears.

His eyebrows, which were as thick as ink, were raised, and the bustling and noisy Shanghai at night seemed to have changed in front of his eyes.

People have always said that the night in Shanghai is a cup of strong wine, but in the eyes of Mr. Qiu now, he only sees a cup of fragrant tea.

A week later at night, Xia Wangchuan sat by the bed of 'Lenggong' and made three consecutive phone calls to Gu Xiaofei, but the other party didn't answer.

He threw the phone aside in disappointment and bit his lip inexplicably.

Gu Xiaofei has become very weird these days. When he has nothing to do, he always plays with his mobile phone mysteriously. He slowly starts fishing for three days and drying the net for two days. something special.

Tonight, Gu Xiaofei asked for leave again.

Xia Wangchuan sensed his abnormality, and wanted to talk to him privately several times, but Gu Xiaofei really didn't call the word 'Fei' for nothing. Where did it go.

What is this kid doing weirdly?Xia Wangchuan was still thinking about this matter on the way home, and at the same time recalled in his brain whether there was anything unusual in the 'Gongli' these few days.

The phone rang, and he hurriedly took it out to take a look, it was Gu Xiaofei who came back.

The voice on the phone was very noisy, as if it was in a very noisy place, but Xia Wangchuan still immediately heard the tension and fear in Gu Xiaofei's voice, even a little crying.

This was not in keeping with the usual style of the twat.

"Brother Xia...I'm at Mingshi Nightclub in Sanlitun...I...I'm with Brother Hui and the others, brother, brother, can you come now? If you don't come, they...they won't let me go!"

Xia Wangchuan's mind was disturbed by Gu Xiaofei's intermittent words for a moment.

Brother Hui?

The rough man with a neck thicker than his head suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

You won't come...they won't let me go?

What's the meaning!Why did they not let Gu Xiaofei go if they didn't go by themselves? How could Gu Xiaofei get mixed up with Brother Hui's group of social people?

Xia Wangchuan heard Gu Xiaofei's timid and hesitant voice, "Brother Xia, are you coming? Come, I...they really won't let me go!"

For the first time, he found that his mind was not enough.

Gu Xiaofei's phone call was obviously made under pressure in front of those people, so there was no special meaning in the words.

Xia Wangchuan knew that even if he was asked now, he would not dare to say more.

He gritted his teeth and replied forcefully into the phone, "Which private room in Mingshi Nightclub? I'll go there right away."

"Brother Xia, are you here? 909, private room 909, thank you brother!"

Qiu Jiyan looked at the tall and handsome golden-haired foreigner walking beside him, and shook his head helplessly but unknown.

The golden retriever foreigner is Tom, the chief representative of the American company. After he led a group of people to discuss and investigate with Qiu Jiyan in Shanghai, the interest in cooperation between the two parties almost reached a peak.

The group returned to Beijing this morning.

Tom is an authentic China hand. For Beijing, his familiarity with some aspects has already surpassed that of Qiu Jiyan, who lives in three points and one line.

After an afternoon of rest, Tom looked radiant and regained his energy like a bull about to rut.

"Qiu, come with me to Sanlitun tonight. The girls and boys there are the most exciting in Beijing. All the cells in my body are dancing. If you don't let me relax, I'm worried that I will be disappointed. will fall in love!"

Qiu Jiyan has put a lot of effort into American clients, and he has known for a long time that Tom is a bisexual who can take all men and women.

But right now, facing this enthusiastic, funny and sexual Yankee, he can't help but laugh and laugh.

This is a super big customer, and I have to go all out.

At midnight in Sanlitun, the air seems to be soaked with the smell of alcohol and desire.

Qiu Jiyan brought several generals from the public relations department, accompanied Tom and a few of his men to the famous Mingshi nightclub.

The revolving elevator door of the nightclub is like a kaleidoscope, sober people rush in, and drunk people stumble out.

Qiu Jiyan, who had just walked in front of the revolving door, suddenly stopped.

He saw two men coming out of the revolving door, and immediately, a strong smell of alcohol rushed straight into his nose.

He knew both of them, one was Xia Wangchuan with a blushing face and scattered steps, and the other was his colleague in the 'palace', Gu Xiaofei who was supporting him nervously.