How's your day

Song Yu was really going to annoy Li Xiu'an to death, this bastard drank so much wine every day, why didn't he drink to death?

He threw Li Xiu'an into the car in disgust, and drove the car downstairs to Li Xiu'an's house in a irritated mood. Li Xiu'an was still lying on the back seat, sleeping soundly.

Song Yu got out of the car, opened the rear door, and kicked Li Xiu'an's calf, "Wake up."

Li Xiu'an didn't respond.

Song Yu stepped up his strength and kicked again, Li Xiu'an felt it, and slowly opened his eyes, looking at him blankly.

"Get out of the car." Song Yu said bluntly.

Li Xiu'an glanced at the place he was in, understood the current situation, and said shamelessly, "I can't get up, please help me up."

"I'll help..." Song Yu swallowed the swear words she was about to swear, and took a deep breath, "Hurry up and get down by yourself, or I will kick you down later, you choose yourself."

Li Xiu'an supported his dizzy head, "I'm really dizzy, you don't know how much I drank today."

He is not exaggerating, he is indeed dizzy now, and it is not certain whether he can stand up by himself after getting out of the car.

Song Yu sneered, "Really, then I'll call and ask Gu Qun to pick you up."

As soon as Li Xiu'an heard Gu Qun's name, he immediately regained his energy and glared at Song Yu.

"Come down by yourself, or wait for Gu Qun to pick you up?" Song Yu looked at him with a smile.

Li Xiu'an sighed deeply, admitted defeat and said, "You devil."

It was already midnight when Song Yu returned to his home. As soon as he opened the door, a gray unknown object rushed towards him.Song Yu bent down to catch the wool, picked him up and held him in his arms, and snorted on his head, "Miss me?"

Mao Mao obediently called out to him.

"Good boy." Song Yu changed her shoes and walked into the living room, found woolen snacks from the cabinet, and unpacked a bag of dried fish for it to eat.

Mao Mao buried his head in eating the dried fish, and while eating, he kept raising his head and yelling at Song Yu. Song Yu patted its head, "I don't want to eat it, you can eat it yourself."

Mao Xian lowered her head and concentrated on eating small dried fish. Song Yu got up and went back to the bedroom, took off the clothes that were stained with alcohol, and went into the bathroom to take a bath.

After taking a bath, he dried his hair and lay down on the bed. The wool from eating up the dried fish was already lying on the bed, huddled up and waiting for Song Yu.

Song Yu closed the waiter and went to bed, the wool curled up quietly in his arms, and yawned.

"Go to sleep." Song Yu bowed her head and kissed its forehead.

It didn't take long for the wool to fall asleep on Song Yu's chest, but Song Yu couldn't fall asleep anyway. He lay with his eyes closed for a long time, and the more he lay down, the more awake he became.

In the end, he turned over and got out of bed, walked to the desk with bare feet, took out a wooden box from the drawer, opened it, and there was a small note lying inside.

He held the note in his hand. The corners of the note were a little worn, but the writing was still very clear.

Song Yu watched in silence for a long time in the dark, and finally sighed softly.

On the first day Cheng Fei came to the company, he was so busy that he was dizzy. The company's work pace was very fast, and even before the personnel process was completed, he was dragged and asked to go to a meeting.

After the meeting, Manager Wang strode towards the office and arranged for him quickly: "Go and connect with AYA in the afternoon, and get back the strategic cooperation agreement with them."

Cheng Fei was surprised, "Wouldn't it be enough to let their company send it directly?"

Manager Wang pushed open the door, turned to him and said, "The company has delayed sending it for a long time. Go and check if there is any problem. Make sure to bring it back today." After finishing speaking, he closed the door and shut Cheng Fei out.

Cheng Fei felt helpless, touched his nose, and went downstairs to take a taxi to the building where AYA was.When he arrived at the place, he told the front desk the name of his company, and the lady at the front desk took him to the conference room to sit down, "Our President Song is still busy, please wait a moment."

Cheng Fei was a little sensitive to capture this unusual surname for him, but he laughed at himself the next second.

What do you think.

It seems that Mr. Song of AYA is indeed very busy. Cheng Fei sat in the meeting room for an hour without seeing anyone. Just when his patience ran out, the door of the meeting room was pushed open from the outside.

Cheng Fei looked over with an expressionless face, but broke down in the next second and became frozen.

And Song Yu who was standing at the door was also surprised, "You...you came to find me?"

He turned his head and glanced behind him, as if he was looking for someone who could explain to him what was going on in the current scene, but he couldn't find it. The young lady who led the flight in was also sitting upright at the front desk. I don't know.

"I'm here on behalf of Ruizhi." After the shock, Cheng Fei recovered his reason and said.

Song Yu turned around in a daze, and it took a few seconds to realize, "Oh, hello."

As soon as he said hello, he stopped again, wishing he could sew his mouth shut.

Cheng Fei also froze a bit, wondering if he should say hello too.

Fortunately, Song Yu didn't let the situation stalemate for too long. He walked into the conference room and sat opposite Cheng Fei. After sorting out his thoughts, he regained his composure and said, "You came here for the contract, right?"

Cheng Fei looked at Song Yu with a calm face, feeling a little blocked for no reason.

He doesn't want to talk about the contract at all now. He has a lot of doubts and wants to ask why Song Yu appeared here, why he became Mr. Song, didn't he stay in Oolong, didn't he start a band, and didn't sing Yet?

But he couldn't ask these questions, so he could only nod his head and say in his calmest tone, "Yeah."

"I was in a hurry that day, and I didn't have a good chat with you. I remember that you just returned to China?" Song Yu's expression and tone were very natural, as if he was greeting an old friend.

"Well, it's been less than a month since I came back." Cheng Fei looked at him.

Song Yu smiled, "Why did you just return to China? Didn't you say you were abroad for 2 years before? How long has it been now? It seems like 3 years?"

"If you are a graduate student, you will stay for an extra year." Cheng Fei said.

"Really." Song Yu nodded and didn't continue, talking about work with a natural expression, "Smart's contract is stuck with our boss, and he can send it to you after he stamps it."

"We have a very urgent project." Cheng Fei lowered his eyes slightly, "Without the proof of this contract, we can't proceed, and the whole team is exhausted."

"I can understand, I will try my best to help you." Song Yu had a skillful smile on his face, looking very strange, not at all like him before.

Cheng Fei swallowed the soreness in his throat, "How soon can I get it?"

"I'm not sure about that." Song Yu smiled.

Seeing his smile, Cheng Fei paused uncomfortably, then gave a suffocated smile, "I can't explain to the leader when I go back to your company like this."

"That can't be helped. Our work process is like this. If the boss doesn't make a decision, no one can make a decision." Song Yu said.

"Is your boss here now? I'll talk to him." Cheng Fei said.

Song Yu thought for a moment, then said uncertainly, "Probably not here."

Cheng Fei was silent, staring at Song Yu.

His eyebrows and eyes are the same as when they first met many years ago, with a lot of sharpness, even when he smiles, he looks like a stranger.

Song Yu said again: "He drank too much yesterday, so he probably didn't come to the company today."

Suddenly a conjecture appeared in Cheng Fei's mind, he endured it again and again, and finally couldn't hold back and asked: "Is AYA's boss Li Xiu'an?"

Song Yu looked at him in surprise, but still nodded and admitted, "Yes."

Cheng Fei's expression briefly revealed the emotions he had been trying to control. He unconsciously clenched his hands, then let go after realizing his actions, and said in a very relaxed tone: "I didn't expect you to have a relationship all these years. Instead, it got so much better.”

Song Yu shrugged.

Cheng Fei held his breath and waited for Song Yu to say something more, about his relationship with Li Xiu'an, that they were just friends, or that their relationship was not that good, it was just a working relationship.

But Song Yu didn't say anything.

Cheng Fei said without giving up: "I saw you that day."

Song Yu looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"On the day of the class reunion." Cheng Fei added.

"Oh." Song Yu recalled, "I went to pick him up that day, and he drank too much."

Cheng Fei stared at him, "I haven't asked you yet, why do you work here?"

Also became general manager.

"Li Xiu'an didn't ask me to come." Song Yu's tone had a kind of close complaint towards Li Xiu'an, "He is a crazy person, and he came here when he was annoyed."

Cheng Fei heard it, laughed dryly, and asked again: "What about your band?"

Song Yu lowered his eyes and lowered his voice, "It's gone." He obviously didn't want to talk about this topic, "I will press Li Xiu'an about the contract when he arrives at the company, and I can only let you go back empty-handed today."

Cheng Fei looked at him and said nothing.

Song Yu raised his hand and glanced at the watch on his right hand, and said, "I have a meeting later, so I'm sorry."

"Okay." Cheng Fei kept a smile on his face, and it didn't disappear until Song Yu walked out of the meeting room.

Compared with the Song Yu he saw in the elevator that day, today's Song Yu is even more unfamiliar to Cheng Fei.

At that time in the elevator, his entire brain was disrupted, and all systems failed for a while, and he couldn't even speak in a panic.

Before he could digest the last meeting, Song Yu appeared in front of him again without warning.

But this time, at least his system didn't malfunction, his eyes could see, his ears could hear, and his language system was also functioning normally, at least he didn't feel ashamed in front of Song Yu.

But it also made him notice details that he hadn't noticed last time.

Song Yu who wears a watch in his right hand, Song Yu who learns to speak and keeps three points, Song Yu who is polite and distant...

These are all Song Yu, but none of them seem to be the Song Yu in his memory.

Song Yu couldn't hide his irritability from the moment he left the conference room. He walked into the office and said to the secretary, "Call Li Xiu'an and tell him to come to the company even if he dies today."

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence, "When he comes, ask him to immediately cancel Ruizhi's contract. Tell him that if you don't settle this matter today, I will personally go to his house and chop him up."

The secretary was used to Song Yu's moodiness, so he responded calmly, and immediately dialed Li Xiu'an's number.

Song Yu entered his own independent office and sat on a chair. It didn't take long for Li Xiu'an to call him on his mobile phone.

Li Xiu'an's still sleepy voice rang through the receiver as soon as he picked it up, "What's the matter with you? You called your secretary to threaten me early in the morning?"

"Open your eyes and look out the window, it's already afternoon," Song Yu said.

Li Xiu'an yawned, "It's not like you don't know that I didn't get home until dawn."

"Don't talk nonsense." Song Yu said impatiently, "Come to the company quickly."

"What's the rush? Just now your little secretary said that he wanted to stamp some kind of contract." Li Xiu'an said, "There's no need to worry about it. I'll do it tomorrow. I need to get a good night's sleep today. I won't go." company."

"Didn't my secretary convey my other sentence to you?" Song Yu said.

"What?" Li Xiu'an asked.

"If you don't come to the company today, I will go to your house and chop you up personally."

"Grass...so scary."

Song Yu glanced at the watch on his right hand, "It's 2 o'clock in the afternoon, if I don't see you before 3 o'clock, just wait for the door to open."

"Hey, no..." Before Li Xiu'an finished speaking, Song Yu hung up the phone and threw the phone on the desk.

He fell back on the chair tiredly and closed his eyes.