Games

three

After tossing and tossing until two o'clock before lying on bed, Song Chuanyu's muscles were faintly sore. Counting that he had worked continuously for seventeen hours, even Iron Man couldn't bear it.I wanted to call Song Yi before going to bed, but I also knew that Xu Niedi would be so angry that he would jump to his feet. Although Song Chuanyu was always picky about his younger brother's old attacks, he still envied their relationship in his heart.

Turning over, Song Chuanyu fell into a deep sleep.

The next day when Xu Jing went to school, Nick sat beside him: "Did you succeed?" The bar was busy when Xu Jing left last night, and Nick was so busy that he didn't have time to say hello to Xu Jing.

"It was a success at first." Xu Jing was wearing glasses.

"I heard you took that man's shirt home?"

What Nick was talking about was the shirt that Song Chuanyu took off in the private room, which smelled of cigarettes and perfume, and was crumpled and black.

"No, I threw it away when I got out of the bar."

Nick was very puzzled: "Honey, I really don't understand you."

Xu Jing smiled like a fox: "I just want to see its yardage."

At seven o'clock, Song Chuanyu was woken up by the biological clock. He dragged his tired body to the kitchen, pressed the coffee machine to make coffee, and then began to brush his teeth and change his clothes.

The suits in the closet are all the same. Fortunately, Song Chuanyu is a born hanger, so he never thinks about what he wears—anyway, he wears from the left to the right of the closet.

Scrapping a shirt last night meant that the clothes in the closet did not match. Song Chuanyu told Edward to buy one for himself before going to work.Song Chuanyu fastened today's schedule in his mind while fastening his tie in front of the mirror.

Arrived at the company at eight o'clock, everything was in order as usual, he was very satisfied.The newly recruited customer service staff in the lobby on the first floor greeted Song Chuanyu with a sweet smile, and he also nodded with a smile.

Walking to the president's door, Edward's seat was vacant, and he asked Ron next to him what was going on.

"On leave." Ron shrugged. "He didn't come home until five o'clock in the morning."

What a headache for a subordinate, Song Chuanyu had no choice but to: "Then please send the documents in, and help me order Chinese takeaway in advance." Song Chuanyu opened his wallet and prepared to give Ron money.

With a snap, Song Chuanyu suddenly closed the wallet.

Ron was taken aback: "President?"

"I don't have any cash anymore, I'll give it to you at noon." Song Chuanyu said blankly, quickly walked into the office and closed the door, sat on the chair and opened the wallet again. Just now, the wallet was empty and transparent. Zhang Xujing's photo.

He was wearing the black mesh shirt from last night, smiling brightly at the camera, his clothes were revealing, but his smile didn't look good/emotional, instead it was sunny and cheerful.

Song Chuanyu counted the bank cards and keenly noticed that one was missing.

What's the meaning?theft?Photos are compensation?Song Chuanyu closed his wallet, regretting that he didn't ask Xu Jing for a contact information last night.

The mobile phone beeped the notification sound, which was a notification that the stolen bank card had spent xxxx yuan in store A. Store A was a mall specializing in men's clothes. Song Chuanyu had also bought clothes there several times. It seemed that Xu Jing It's on that credit card consumption.Song Chuanyu frowned, money doesn't matter, the key is that it is too troublesome to make up the card, the best way is to get it back.

He called Edward, but no one answered.That guy is probably still sound asleep.

What an unpleasant experience, Song Chuanyu checked the phone number of the party bar on the Internet, and it was marked that the business hours start at [-]:[-] pm, which means that there will be no response to the call now.

Song Chuanyu had no choice but to save the phone number in the mobile phone first.

Song Chuanyu came to the United States six years ago. At that time, the Song Group was bleak in the rows of buildings in the United States. Song Chuanyu's father worked hard for half his life in the United States, barely maintaining the position of the branch company.He once stood in the president's office and said to Song Chuanyu that he hoped that your whole life would be spent here as well.

In the blink of an eye, six years have passed, and Song Chuanyu has made the Song Group a first-class company with his clean and neat skills. Chinese companies that have set up branches in the United States have sent a steady stream of cooperation invitations, trying to climb high branches to save time. For this, Song Chuanyu chooses the best And rationale.

Song's father returned to China a year ago for retirement, and Song Chuanyu stayed here to continue working hard.

Song Chuanyu put down his wallet, Ron brought in some documents, Song Chuanyu took out some change from the drawer and gave him the change, and then started to deal with the work.

An hour later, Ron transferred Song Chuanyu's call to the downstairs front desk.

"Mr. Song, store A sent you clothes, do you need to send them up now? They call them autumn clothes, and the bill has already been paid."

What the hell, Song Chuanyu rubbed his brows: "Let him come up."

The people from shop A brought two bags, and Song Chuanyu asked Ron to make a cup of coffee for him: "Who asked you to send them?"

"A beautiful Chinese who claims to be your fiancé."

The fiancé is a ghost, Song Chuanyu took out the clothes, it was a pullover and a pair of jeans.

"This is the latest style of our store." The clerk proudly raised his head and introduced, "Mr. Song, you must look good in it. You look young, and it matches well with your fiancé."

Song Chuanyu suddenly remembered the old man Xu Jing mentioned yesterday.

"Thank you." Song Chuanyu interrupted the clerk's eloquent introduction, "Ron, help me pay the clerk some hard work, and send him out by the way."

He put the clothes under the table and called Coburn: "May I ask for Nick's cell phone number."

"Yes, owner of the party bar."

Song Chuanyu took a pen and wrote on the calendar: "Okay, thank you."

Song Chuanyu looked up and saw Ron looking at him with a worried expression.

Ron was originally Song's father's secretary, and worked with him for 30 years. He has a round head and a round body, like a dwarf next to Snow White. After Song's father left, he worked with Song Chuanyu.He has a good relationship with Song's father, and he regards Song Chuanyu as his son. When he saw the president asking for the bar's phone number, he smelled something unusual.

"What's the matter, have you been entangled by someone? Who is that fiance?"

"I don't know what's going on," Song Chuanyu closed the pen cap, "but it's not a big deal, don't worry."

Ron nodded and walked out slowly.

Song Chuanyu called Nick directly.

Nick was eating steak with Xu Jing, and was about to hang up when he received a call from a stranger, but Xu Jing stopped him: "It might be Song Chuanyu, you answer it." Nick turned on the hands-free, and when the other party answered, he announced his home and asked Xu Jing phone.

Nick poked the opposite person and silently asked him what to do.

Xu Jing wrote on the plate with ketchup, and Nick read it word by word: "This is not allowed, I can't reveal Jing's privacy."

"Then how can I contact him?" Song Chuanyu continued to ask.

"Well," Nick looked at the plate, "he told me he told you."

"Tell me? No," Song Chuanyu recalled what happened last night, "He didn't give me a business card."

"It's not a business card, it's a game," Nick smiled. "This is Jing playing a game with you. Mr. Song has to work hard to beat him. I won't help. Goodbye." He hung up the phone and asked Xu Jing for credit : "How? Am I doing well?"

"Very good." Xu Jing took out her bank card, "As a reward, I will treat you to this meal."

game?Song Chuanyu was stunned, he took out the photo in the wallet and turned it over to the back, there was a handsome Chinese on it: Mr. Song guessed the wrong place, remember it again.

Song Chuanyu was afraid that people would see him when he opened his wallet, so he stuffed the photo into his suit pocket. Then he searched the Internet for the keywords of "Xu Jing at the party bar". There was no clue, but it was the woman Edward ordered last night, Kleiman. Ting has a lot of information, and there are clearly marked prices.

Ron knocked on the door to remind Song Chuanyu to go to the meeting. Song Chuanyu got up, kicked the bag from store A to the corner of the table, then picked up the folder, and temporarily forgot about Xu Jing.

There is still a lot of work today. Song Chuanyu was busy until nine o'clock in the evening. He glanced at his phone and received a total of two consumer text messages during the day. Pay for meals.

The bar was less crowded than last night, probably because it was not yet eleven o'clock, Song Chuanyu sat at the bar and asked the bartender about Nick.

Unexpectedly, the blond bartender smiled and said that he was.

Song Chuanyu was taken aback—he thought Nick was a middle-aged man in his 40s.

"Where is Xu Jing, I'll order him tonight."

Nick shook his head: "He doesn't go to work tonight."

"Why, isn't he a cowherd?" Does a cowherd miss work?

Nick made him a cocktail: "Guess?"

"Could it be that you worked too hard last night and couldn't get up today?" Song Chuanyu teased with a half-hearted smile.

Nick smiled ambiguously, but did not answer.

Song Chuanyu couldn't help being irritated for a while, it's a pity that although a beauty is beautiful, she is not clean.He pulled out the photo from his pocket: "In that case, please return this to him, and let him send my card to the front desk of the company by the way."

Nick put the photo in his jacket pocket: "I'll tell you the story."

Song Chuanyu left without taking a sip of wine.

Nick watched him go out, then turned and went upstairs, where Xu Jing was sitting in the monitoring room.

"Here," Nick handed over the photo, "It's not going well, he won't stay and wait for you."

Xu Jing stood up: "No, the game has already started." He licked his lips, "He will come tomorrow, just say I am entertaining guests."

"What?" Nick was about to go crazy, "You are a high-achieving student, what are you pretending to be a cowboy? If you want to be with him, you can apply for a job."

"No, no, you're wrong. If he falls in love with someone because of his work, it won't be my turn." Xu Jing said quietly, "I want to make him crazy in love."

The author has something to say:

I've been shivering recently, feeling that Tanmei is getting colder.Fear.

"On the promotion of scientific research by physical practice", last night I added a little bit of wb's random daily routine to Jinjiang, so I added an extra chapter, and interested babies can go and read it.