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What Baochan likes is the person who writes down these words in Kindle.

——When he was excited, I was also excited, and when he was angry, I was also angry. The words he wrote down seemed to come from my heart, but I couldn't say them so well.

Kuangzheng was amazed, it turned out that he was the other world he yearned for, and what Baochan longed for, admired, and lost at the same time was the self he was ten years ago.

There has never been any unrequited love, the person Kuangzheng likes has already liked him, so many difficult years, Baochan has been waiting here alone, he is late, he owes him a vigorous love.

Kuangzheng turned around with his Kindle in his hand, and saw that Baochan was also looking at him, with a flushed face and wet eyes, and lazily stretched out his hand to him: "Brother, pull me up."

This person belonged to him, Kuang Zheng's heart was like raging waves, turbulent, turbulent, surging, but the surface was calm, he just asked in a hoarse voice, "Can't I get up?"

Bao Chan groaned: "Pull me."

Kuangzheng smiled: "How old is she, still acting like a baby."

"You are my elder brother," Baochan called out shamelessly, "Brother! Brother!"

There was really nothing to do, "Brother is here." Kuang Zheng put down his Kindle and reached out to him.

Baozhen pulled him up, and the two of them sat on the sofa with their heads together, so close that they could see themselves in each other's eyes. With messy hair, he solemnly wanted to tell him everything, but Baochan suddenly leaned over and hugged him.

Kuang Zheng was stunned.

After a long time, as if it was only for a moment, Baochan said: "I really want to live like this for a lifetime."

Kuang Zheng blinked slowly.

"Brother," Baochan snorted on his neck, "I wish you were a woman."

Kuang Zheng cautiously hugged his back: "Male... can't you?"

After a while, Baochan shook his head slightly.

Really... no?Even if that Kindle was his, even if they were so close, they had already merged into one body after removing this heavy skin,...won't it?

"If I were a girl..." Baochan said in a low voice, "I will definitely marry you."

It was like a confession, and also like some kind of innocuous joke. After touching that dangerous red line, he shrank back timidly.

"You like..." Kuang Zheng asked, "Isn't it the one in Kindle?"

"Maybe not anymore," said these words, even Baochan himself felt scared, "I saw someone better than her, I really..." He wanted to say that he wanted to change his mind, but the word was not accurate, Kuangzheng was just an older brother , an older brother who is different from Shi Kuoting, Ying Xiaonong, and everyone else, filled him with joy, but at the same time made him uneasy.

At this moment, Kuangzheng had no doubt that Baochan liked him. Whether it was the illusory soul in the Kindle or the living self in front of him, Baochan just didn't dare to admit it. People's eyes are afraid of things that he can't even explain clearly. He is so afraid that it is impossible for Kuangzheng to put pressure on him.

Tell Baozhan that the Kindle is yours, and then, declare sovereignty to him?Watching him flustered, struggling, and fighting against the values ​​of more than two decades?His troupe is just getting started, and love is not such a selfish thing.

Kuang Zheng considers himself a succulent person, he likes beautiful women, long legs, and wild indulgence, but for Bao Chan, these are not important, as long as he knows that he likes himself, it is enough, no need to admit, no title , Don't even need sex, he can spend a lifetime with him without understanding.

That Kindle should be a testimony of this unspoken love. Since Baochan already likes his soul, why should he care whether he accepts his gender?

"What are you thinking about in your little head?" Kuang Zheng rubbed his hair, "Let's go to sleep."

Baochan clung to him and couldn't get up.

"Huh? Aren't you going to sleep?" Kuangzheng put his lips against his ears as if coaxing a child, "Brother, will I count your ribs again?"

After counting the ribs, Baochan crawled up and leaned against him limply as soon as his feet touched the ground: "Brother, I'm tired, I can't walk."

"Your brother is in good health, right?" Kuang Zheng lifted him up with one shoulder and one leg, walked around the sofa, there were two roads in front of him, one led to the stairs to the right, and the other to the guest room to the left. With a kind of forbearing love, she carried him into the guest room.

With the lights on, he put Baohua on the bed. In the dark, the two breathed a little faster, and neither of them spoke. This kind of atmosphere is not love, but it is thicker than love, and it makes the heart beat faster.

"Stop washing?" Kuang Zheng asked.

"Wash." Baochan said.

Kuang Zheng got up: "I'm asleep too."

"Brother." Baochan called to stop him.

Kuang Zheng turned around: "Huh?"

"It's okay." Baochan didn't get up to wash up, but covered his face with the quilt, "Good night."

Kuangzheng smiled, Baochan, a fool with no experience in love, didn't know that his hesitation, panic, heartbeat, everything was seen by the person he liked: "Good night."

The light in the living room was turned off, and night really fell, Baozhan lifted the quilt, stared at the direction where Kuangzheng was leaving, and listened to his footsteps, until everything was gone and everything was silent, then turned over and fell asleep.

The next day was a sunny day, but at the end of October, the temperature began to drop. Kuangzheng was wearing a thick wool knitted hunting jacket and wrapped a scarf around Baochan to keep warm and go to work together.

The car stopped at the bottom of Ruyi Island, and the two of them talked for a while, all of which were trivial matters, but when they parted, it was like a hook was caught in the middle, and they were inseparable.

After Baochan got off the car, Kuangzheng stayed downstairs for a while, until he found Baochan secretly looking down from the window on the second floor, then turned around and left.

It was 09:30 when we arrived at Wanrong Zhenhui. Duan Zhao didn't arrive. Xia Ke and Huang Bailiang were drinking coffee. Lai Xiaoxing, who was disheveled, was looking through documents in the filing cabinet. Red cuffs.

"Huh?" Kuangzheng passed by the office area, "Has Xiaoxing joined the neighborhood committee?"

Xia Ke and Huang Bailiang looked at each other and laughed.

Kuang Zheng was joking, of course, but his expression was serious: "Has the company approved it?"

Xia Ke suppressed a smile, and refuted the rumors to Lai Xiaoxing: "No, boss, it's the grassroots party organization that entered the private bank..."

Later, Xiaoxing gave him a slap in the face, his hamster face flushed, "Boss, don't listen to his nonsense!" He came over with the folder in his arms, "It's our Zhan Guohong forum that organizes offline activities, and the holders are unified Wear a red armband on your left arm and participate voluntarily for a week!"

Zhan Guohong is part of the business, Kuang Zheng stopped: "Oh? The virtual currency held anonymously, so high-profile?"

"This code," Lai Xiaoxing raised his left arm proudly, "Only friends who know it. There are only 75 users in Zhan Guohong's China region, and the possibility of meeting them is extremely low. Even if you do, you can deny your relatives. Everyone Look at each other and smile."

Kuang Zheng frowned, not understanding the romance of tech geeks.

"What's the point of that?" Huang Bailiang asked.

"Sense of collective honor," Lai Xiaoxing replied, "We Zhan Guohong are still very united."

"Your IDs are all virtual, and the FBI can't even trace them," Xia Ke mocked him, "What's there to hug!"

"Almost enough," Huang Bailiang can bully Xia Ke, but Xia Ke can't bully Lai Xiaoxing, "Hey, do you think that little Gu will wear this?"

"No way," Xia Ke curled his lips, "How could such a rich man, or a big family, do such a stupid thing!"

"Who are you calling stupid!" Lai Xiaoxing held up the folder.

Kuang Zheng entered the elevator with a smile, went to the office on the third floor, and took out a paper bag from his briefcase. Inside was Clemen's Lego Deadpool. Layers can bring him good luck.

Next, he looked at the customer profile, analyzed the custody asset data, and researched the direction of business development. After ten o'clock, he took a bunch of gifts prepared by Duan Zhao and drove to Wanrong's head office.

This is the homework he must do every week, to build a good relationship with the commercial department of the East Building, especially the bosses of the departments of loan issuance, guarantee, and international settlement.Walking down in a circle, it happened to be lunch time. He entered the rest area to make a phone call, and heard someone yelling at the door of the VIP room: "...Why! You are really good at Wanrong. The store is bullying customers, right? You think I have no money? Bar!"

Kuang Zheng looked over there, she was a well-dressed eldest sister, accompanied by two financial managers, she didn't look like she had no money.

Kuangzheng is not a nosy person, but making such a scene in the public area makes other customers feel bad. He put away his mobile phone and walked up: "This lady."

Kuangzheng came to the east building every week, and all the people at the bottom knew him, and immediately called out: "Mr. Kuang!"

When the woman heard what he was, she got excited and grabbed his arm and didn't let go: "You are the boss? It's good! Let me ask you, why can others buy that DOPA? Sell ​​it to me!"

DOPA, Kuangzheng knows, is a financial product that has been very popular recently, and it sells the most fiercely in Hong Kong. Most of the buyers are wealthy people from the mainland. It is a financial derivative product that buys low and sells high.

"Are we selling DOPA?" he asked the two money managers.

The two men showed embarrassment and lowered their voices: "Limited product, sold out..."

"Sold out!" The elder sister was aggressive, "My neighbor's younger brother and sister just bought it from you yesterday. What's the matter, do you think I can't afford it? I'm also a privileged customer!"

Kuang Zheng understood it, and with a stern expression, he waved to one of the small managers and called him aside: "How can we sell DOPA?"

The manager glanced around: "The higher-ups have already realized the problem," the voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, "Last night, the notice was called to stop the whole process, and the short sale is just an external statement."

Kuang Zheng nodded: "How much did you sell?"

"Sorry, Mr. Kuang," the department's internal information cannot be disclosed, "but not much."

Kuangzheng understood, and was about to tell him what to do, when the elder sister suddenly answered a phone call: "... Can Bank of China buy it? DOPA! Really? Okay, okay, I want 2000 million... Yes, go now!"

She walked out while talking on the phone, and Kuang was staring at that gaudy figure. If he had been in M&A in the past, he would not have cared about her life, but now he is a private banker. Seeing that tens of millions of assets may be wiped out overnight, Out of professional ethics, he had to say: "Ma'am!"

The elder sister hung up the phone and turned around: "What a fart!" She was arrogant and tricky, "You drove away the client and want to invite them back? It's a good idea!"

After all, Kuangzheng is not from the commercial department, and she does not enjoy the services of Wanrong Zhenhui. Helping her is helping her, but there is really no need to be polite to her, "If you don't want to go bankrupt," Kuangzheng said Young and old, tell her directly, "Just stand there for me!"