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This sleep was very good, safe and comfortable, and I didn't want to wake up.

Eyes opened a crack, in front of him was a shoulder with slightly protruding bony corners, Kuang Zheng was a little dazed, frowning and propped himself up, in his arms was Bao Chan with slender limbs, hugged by his waist, the quilt was messily wrapped around his legs.

"Morning..." He scratched his hair, feeling a dull pain in his temple.

Baochan didn't reply, she was lying on her side with earphones on, and was looking at the tablet.

The pad is from Kuangzheng. Peking Opera is playing on the screen. An old man with a white beard is frantically doing shocking movements. Kuangzheng recognized it at a glance. theater building.

He grabbed the pad, pressed it onto Bao Chan, and stared at the man who fell off the table, with sword-like brows and tiger-like eyes, it was none other than this brother lying limply beside him.

"Brother," Baochan took off one earphone, "wake up."

"This is... you?" Kuang Zheng stared at the pad in disbelief.

"The video materials of the acceptance inspection two days ago," Bao Chan thought he was heavy, and twisted his arms to let him go down, "Xiao Niu sent me a copy."

Kuang Zheng was staring at the screen, and the moment Baochan fell on the stage with the back of his head, his heart stopped beating: "How could you..." He suddenly became angry, angry at the torture of actors in Beijing opera, angry at Baochan He doesn't cherish his own, but he can't say it, because this is Baochan's profession and his dream.

It depends on shouting high and falling hard to win the lottery. To some extent, this industry is a bit bleak.

"I'm fine," Baochan turned his head and looked at him, "I'm used to falling." He spread his legs, grabbed Kuangzheng's hand and stretched it under the quilt, "You touched the tendon in my thigh, it's already..."

Kuang Zheng pulled out his hand abruptly, and the two looked at each other, the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

"Then what..." Kuang Zheng cleared his throat, "I didn't get drunk last night, did I?"

Bao Chan blinked her eyelashes, and distanced herself slightly from him: "I'm kidding."

Kuangzheng recalled that he didn't seem to be doing anything, but sang a song... Who is my groom, whose bride am I, hey hey, hurry up and see our parents!

God damn it hehehe... He patted his head, hating himself for his embarrassment yesterday, and the headache caused by drinking fake wine was even worse: "Hiss——"

"What's wrong?" Baochan turned over and looked at him with his elbows propped up.

"Head hurts." Kuangzheng supported his shoulders, rubbing his nails against his skin. "Last night, I drank more than 20 bottles of fake wine."

Puchi, Baochan laughed: "How dare you drink fake wine, you've grown up!"

"If you don't say a few words, your brother will die?"

"Shall I rub it for you?"

"Yeah," Kuang Zheng closed his eyes and turned his face towards him, feeling a pair of warm fingertips on his temples, resisting it, and rubbing it slowly. Work hard."

"So?" Baochan snuggled towards him, lying on his stomach, "So?"

"Hmm..." Kuang Zheng sighed contentedly.

"By the way, are you okay there?"

"where?"

"There," Baochan sat up and rolled up his old man's shirt, "it's been so many days."

Kuangzheng felt like a big girl who was as beautiful as a flower, and was embarrassed by the bully who picked up her clothes and looked at her chest: "I said, Lord Bao, can you stop looking at other people's sensitive parts?"

"It doesn't seem to be swollen anymore," Baochan pawed one side, and then the other, "Let me see this."

Kuangzheng couldn't bear the humiliation, so he covered his chest and pushed him: "Sexual harassment, it's just a matter of time."

"Let me see if one side is bigger!" Bao Chan patted his thigh.

"One side is big!" Kuang Zheng spanked his buttocks.

"I don't care about you," Baochan turned to get out of bed, "Be kind as a donkey's liver and lungs."

"What are you doing?" Kuang Zheng grabbed his wrist and dragged him back.

"Go to work, what are you doing?" Baochan grabbed the phone from the bedside table and turned on the screen to show him, "It's already three o'clock in the afternoon, Maverick is still waiting for me to sign the contract."

By the way, today is the day when Ruyizhou signed the economic contract. "He is more anxious than you about this matter." Kuang Zheng pulled him back to his body with all his strength, "Let him wait."

"I said, why are you so..." Bao Chan thought of an adjective, "You are so clingy!"

"I'll stick to you," Kuang Zheng pulled him, "Hurry up, sit down, I have something to discuss with you."

"What's the matter, tell me." Baochan turned his face away angrily.

"Look at me." Kuang Zheng poked his chin.

Bao Chan didn't, first hid, then bared his teeth, like a little tiger chasing and biting his hand.Kuangzheng made him amused, grabbed his spare time, touched his ears and pinched his nose, he liked it very much: "You look like a kitten."

"Who is the cat?" Baochan said with an "ow!" "Tiger!"

"Okay," Kuang Zheng said, "little tiger, move to my house."

Suddenly, Baochan blinked and was stunned.

"It's better to live in someone else's house than mine, right?" Kuang Zheng held his hand and squeezed it tightly, "It's better for us to live in our own house."

Baochan looked into his eyes and didn't speak for a long time.

"Borrowing other people's things is always short." Kuangzheng knew him well, and knew how to get him to agree. "Give back the key to the person, and we don't owe him anything."

"Brother..." Baochan pursed his lips, he was willing, "I live with you, do you want to give it to you..."

Kuang Zheng knew what he was going to say, and it must be something hurtful like the room fee, "Yes!" He said first, "You have to wash my clothes, cook for me and clean up the house, and you have to wait for me to massage horses and kill chickens. The task is onerous. .”

Bao Chan's eyes widened, and he shook off his hand: "You are so beautiful!" He jumped off the bed, stepped on his slippers, "I'll just turn into a woman and marry you!"

"It's not impossible..." Kuang Zheng lazily leaned against the head of the bed, looking as if he had taken advantage of everything, "Bao'er, I'm hungry, let's eat first."

Bao Chan went to the bathroom angrily, and slammed the door: "No one cares about you!"

Kuang Zheng suppressed his laughter, and shouted shamelessly: "It's okay to move first!"

The two of them ate the meal first, tomato and egg stewed noodles, a plate of Coca-Cola chicken, and a plate of salt-baked peanuts. When they were full, they began to pack their things.When Baochan came here, I didn’t want to stay for a long time. I didn’t have many things, so I packed them in a small box. Looking at Kuangzheng, suits, perfume, body lotion, and various small jewelry, I didn’t finish moving them all in one trip. .

Baochan finished transporting his own, dragged his big box to the door, and couldn't help complaining: "Where did you get so many useless belongings, and you have to move them back when you move them, it's so annoying."

"Stop nagging all the time, okay?" Kuangzheng dragged a box himself, "I didn't pay attention, I brought so much without knowing it, and I didn't want you to live better."

"I can't live the life of your bank president."

Kuangzheng was a little annoyed: "Don't be endless."

Baochan glanced at him and dropped the box: "I won't move it anymore."

"what happened again?"

"I haven't entered your house yet, and you just don't like me in one way or another. If I really live in, how can you bully me!"

"My God," Kuangzheng came over and pulled his box up, "How dare I bully you? I'll be fine if I don't let you bully me to death!"

The two of them were noisy and stumbling, and finally finished moving the house. Baochan cleaned up carefully, restored all the passwords and settings to their original state, locked the door, and walked to the opposite villa. Kuang was waiting for him at the door. From today, here is The home of the two of them.

It was already dark, and Kuangzheng turned on the lights in the whole building, and took Baozhan to "inspect" from room to room. Although the layout of the houses on both sides is the same, the layout is quite different. The facilities here are more complete and the style is more luxurious. It is very suitable for a family to live a life of enjoyment. "Look, what else is missing," he asked attentively, "Let's go shopping on weekends."

Baochan has seen the rows of suit shirts in his cloakroom, and this time he saw the solid wood revolving shoe cabinet, hundreds of pairs of expensive leather shoes stuffed with cedar wooden shoe stays in the cabinet, and the champagne-colored space capsule massage chair in the study , opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"By the way, let's build a fireplace." Kuangzheng had been thinking of building one in the small living room, so he didn't have the energy to live in it. "It's getting cold, so we can drink Ginger Coke by the fireplace in winter."

Baochan still didn't say anything, followed him around a big circle, and dragged the luggage into the guest room on the first floor.

"What are you thinking, Bao'er," Kuang Zheng stopped him, "Go, go upstairs with brother to sleep."

"I don't." Baohua put down the box, "I don't want to share a bed with you anymore."

"Where is the crowd?" Kuang Zheng frowned, "The bed is so big, it's enough for the two of us to roll on it!"

"The bed is too big," Bao Chan glanced at him, "You keep squeezing me if you can't stand it."

Kuang Zheng was at a loss for words, indeed, every time he fell asleep, he would go to sleep with Bao Chan... At this moment, the phone rang, and it was an unknown number. He answered, "Hello, Kuang Zheng."

"Mr. Kuang," a strange voice said, "I'm Zhang Rong."

Zhang Rong?Kuangzheng had no impression at all, but pretended to suddenly realize: "Oh, Mr. Zhang!"

"The lecture you and Youqin had last time was very good, and I'm also a little interested in private banking," the man asked politely, "When are you free, come to my company for a chat?"

Kuangzheng realized who it was, Mr. Zhang whose wife had gold paper stuck to his feet, from Zhengcai Electronics: "No problem, call me when you are convenient, and I will lead the team to the door."

"Okay," Zhang Rong didn't say much, "I'll see you another day."

"Goodbye."

Putting down the phone, Kuangzheng turned around and saw that Baochan had already taken out the contents of the box and spread them all on the bed. Among them was an old Kindle, an old style with a keyboard. Kuangzheng also had one when he was in college, and he seemed to have given it to a colleague after graduation My junior, now I feel an inexplicable nostalgia.

"This is the one you were talking about..." He picked up the Kindle and was about to turn on the screen when the phone rang again. This time it was Duan Jindao who put down the Kindle and walked out of the room.

"How about it, did Fatty Tong sign it?"

"Signed," Duan Zhao was very excited, "The payment will be made within three working days!"

"Okay," Kuangzheng breathed a sigh of relief, "As soon as the money is in place, go and recruit some girls for me. Don't be too beautiful, but have a good temperament. Once Xiaobai's soft outfit is over, you will be on duty immediately."

"Got it," Duan Zhao smacked his lips, "We're about to get on the right track."

"It's still early," Kuang Zheng said calmly, "The real thing is when the business is on the right track."

Duan Zhao was full of enthusiasm: "Sooner or later."

"Fatty Tong, keep an eye on me."

"Don't worry, boss."

Both sides hung up the phone at the same time, and Kuang Zheng was about to go back to the room when the phone rang for the third time. It was Feng Kuan. During dinner in the afternoon, Kuang Zheng sent him a WeChat message about Fatty Tong, and he should have replied: "Hello?"

"President Kuang's phone number is really hard to get through," Feng Kuan joked, "It took me three times to get through."

"Stop." Kuang Zheng smiled slightly, waiting for him to talk about the loan.

As soon as Feng Kuan opened his mouth, he said another thing, "My wife's little sister, Du Maomao, I had a good impression of you last time, so I'll meet you tomorrow."

Kuangzheng's first reaction was to look back at Baochan's room: "I said, that's not what I said before."

"Do you want a loan of 5000 million yuan?" Feng Kuan was waiting for him here. "A loan of 5000 million yuan, and more than 3000 million yuan will be used as collateral in wealth management. I didn't say a word 'no'."

Yes, these few things Feng Kuan has done very righteously recently, but righteousness belongs to righteousness, "Dude," no matter how important the 5000 million is, Kuangzheng can't be ambiguous about this matter, "You can't make do with your feelings, let alone lie. If I lied to you and her for a business, who would I be?"

Feng Kuan was silent for two seconds: "What do you want to do?"

"Don't worry about it," Kuangzheng said, "I'll see her tomorrow, and shut up about it."

"You have to make it clear to me." For Feng Kuan, Du Maomao's blind date is not a simple introduction, it is directly related to how well his "son-in-law" lives in his father-in-law's house.

Kuangzheng gave him three words: "Don't worry."

His character and ability are well known in the Financial Street. He said don't worry, Feng Kuan stopped talking nonsense: "Hey, one more thing, do you have any strong connections in Singapore?"

"It depends on what it is." Kuang had worked in Singapore for a while and had several friends.

"One of our big clients, a family of ten or so, is traveling to Singapore. The air tickets for tomorrow night are yet to be booked at the hotel."

Kuang Zheng was happy: "Isn't it?"

"It's hard to get a ticket to go to a famous water show, and what kind of Internet celebrity hotel do you want to stay in? Can you think of a way?"

Since Kuangzheng became a private bank, he has been very sensitive to the word "big client": "I think of a way," he said on the condition, "but you must first be a client of Wanrong Zhenhui."

"You boy!" In terms of business, Feng Kuan refused to accept others except him, "Wait for my news."

Hanging up the phone, Kuangzheng pinched the corners of his eyes wearily, and when he turned his head and saw the light in Baochan's room, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth inadvertently: "Bao'er," he walked towards the light, "Come on, brother help you clean up."