When the phoenix man meets the peacock man

After Zong Yuheng sent Zong Doudou to the boarding house, he didn't feel that he had enough time. The business expanded and new employees were hired, but the manpower was still tight, and he worked overtime until late every day.He couldn't stand it anymore, so he went to the bathroom to take some cold water, looked up at his pale face and puffy eyes in the mirror, and felt a little bit sorry for himself. Others' families worked hard when they were young, and they should be about the same after thirty. I can breathe a sigh of relief, but it seems that my life is reversed. Maybe it is true as the old man said, there is a certain number of blessings in a person's life, and I have used up the blessings of this life in the first 30 years.

Thinking of this would inevitably bring down his mood, but he seemed to see his old father and young and innocent younger brother on the hospital bed in the mirror again, even if it was hard work, he couldn't help it.He wiped his face and turned around to go out to work overtime again.

If Zong Yuheng is tired of being a special assistant, then Feng Tao simply doesn't want to live. The cooperation project with Long'an has entered the final stage, and it is the most busy time; not to mention that he is doing a little bit of business in terms of strategy. Transformation and expansion have already begun, and I always feel that if I work harder, I can be better.

He worked hard. The hard work in his youth laid the foundation for his body, and the pressure of life in his youth trained his spirit. His money was earned by himself, so he knew how to cherish it. Working for myself doesn't feel very tiring.

But others like him may not be at this level. If he didn't pay attention, he turned around and saw his special assistant falling asleep on the table.

Looking at other people, they also have pale faces, dark circles under the eyes, and all kinds of silence under the lights like a goth party.

He shivered and felt that it was a little too much, so he ended the day's overtime work in a soft heart.

And the employees who were familiar with his style were amazed that he didn't stay overnight under such circumstances, and when they were amazed, they quickly ran away while he didn't regret it.Only Feng Tao and Zong Yuheng, who was sleeping soundly, were left.

Feng Tao touched the special assistant, but the latter didn't buy it, and fell asleep very addicted.It seemed that he was very sleepy.

Feng Tao scratched his head, knowing Zong Yuheng's living habits very well, he was a little helpless now.

Zong Yuheng felt as if he woke up from a very long sleep, as if he hadn't slept so full for a long time, he stretched his waist, stretched his body and mind, but then curled up deeper into the warm black sweet Township.It seemed like he was dreaming just now, a big dog licked his face or something... Well, strange, I don't remember ever having a pet.

Turned over and rubbed against the quilt, it was so fluffy, soft and comfortable...

Zong Yuheng sat up awkwardly and looked around - what is this place? !

It seems a bit familiar...it's the small room in Feng Tao's office, he often stays here to sleep after working overtime—uh!My memory of last night is still in the meeting room where I worked overtime, how could it be moved here?Could it be...!

He quickly lowered his head to check his body. He was wearing a shirt, pants...it was okay, but his shoes and socks were taken off.

He jumped out of bed with bare feet, and when he walked out of the inner room, he saw Feng Tao sleeping on the sofa covered with clothes.

Zong Yuheng went over to wake him up angrily, "Hello!"

Because Feng Tao wanted to avoid harassment in a daze, he rolled over and fell off the sofa, and fell awake.

Zong Yuheng's delicate feet came into view, and when he looked up, he saw a towering jade-faced Shura, "Why did you put me in your bed to sleep last night?!"

Feng Tao sat up cross-legged, scratching his head, "What are you doing in the morning?!"

Zong Yuheng said: "I said what are you doing! Just wake me up last night and let me go home! ——I asked you how I transferred from the table in the next meeting room to your bed? !"... After thinking about the scene for a while, Zong Yuheng felt very uncomfortable, and kicked Feng Tao, "What are your plans?!"

Feng Tao jumped up from the ground and said angrily: "You bitch Lu Dongbin! How many times I called you last night, you slept like a pig. Don't you know the virtue of being unable to wake up once you wake up? University Have you ever stayed up late to review at the end of every semester? It’s all because of the electric lamps, why are you sleeping there!——What do I want for you?! What do you want me to do? !"

When he said this, Zong Yuheng was a little relieved, found a step for himself, hugged his shoulders and snorted coldly: "You better have no intentions—and you don't belittle me, you will definitely wake me up if you call seriously." Yes!" Then he turned to leave.

Feng Tao said: "Hey! Wait!"

Zong Yuheng raised his eyebrows and turned around with a provocative expression.

Feng Tao said: "You put on your shoes, socks, etc., and it's right next to your bed."

"Hey!" Zong Yuheng waved his hands and ignored him.

"Stop!" Feng Tao said sharply.

Zong Yuheng said: "What? You can't stop thinking about it!"

Feng Tao said: "Let me tell you more about the business—you will book two air tickets to City B today, and you will go on a business trip with me."

Zong Yuheng opened his eyes wide, "What? Why so suddenly?!"

Feng Tao said: "If there is a need for work, you must be ready at any time. If there is something sudden, you can take the time to go home and clean up a little bit."

Since it was work, Zong Yuheng couldn't refuse, so he simply picked up a bag and followed.

This time, it was actually a temporary technical problem at the manufacturer's side. Because it is a big factory in the imperial capital, the attitude was very high, and Feng Tao was asked to come and solve it in person by name.At the beginning, Feng Tao also spent a lot of thought and especially rushed to cooperate with him, but now he naturally responds to his requests.

After arriving in City B, they didn't delay at all, and rushed to the big factory without stopping. Feng Tao's attitude was very low-key but he actively took questions about the bugs, climbing up and down the tens of meters of the machine, completely treating himself as A first-line after-sales maintenance personnel or something.

Zong Yuheng, on the other hand, is more like a master who brings engineers to work. He is neatly dressed and calmly engages in unprofessional crisis public relations with manufacturers.Thanks to his good face, if he doesn't talk too much and is not too arrogant, he can still exude a bit of an elite posture, so it can't be seen that he is not good at work.

So after the two of them worked in the factory for several hours, Feng Tao finally solved the problem successfully.

The leader in charge of this project smiled slightly, patted Feng Tao on the shoulder and said, "Mr. Feng, you are really good."

Then he said that he had been busy all afternoon, it was time to eat and rest, and the factory had arranged everything.

It's okay when eating, but it's just that drinking is inevitable in such a social occasion. Once drinking, a special assistant like Zong Yuheng has to act as a bridgehead, and Feng Tao knows his drinking capacity best, and he turns out to be the boss. On the contrary, he blocked a lot of wine for the deputy, but it still couldn't change the ending of Zong Yuheng's blushing face and blurred eyes.

The factory leader was kind to them, and personally took a taxi to the hotel, and then they began to check in.

Finally got assigned room.

But here comes the biggest problem - the big factory in the imperial capital only reserved one room for Feng Tao and his assistant.

Feng Tao's mind is very clear. Hearing these words, his brain thumped. He squinted at Zong Yuheng lying on his back on the sofa in the hall with his eyes closed, swallowed, and discussed with the counter: "Miss, Can you open another room, it's not convenient for the two of us to live together."

The waiter said with a good attitude: "I'm sorry, sir, it's a long holiday, and the rooms are full."

Feng Tao looked at his watch, it was already almost midnight, and he took a drunk to find a place to live elsewhere, and it was estimated that both of them would end up sleeping on the street.

The waiter persuaded: "Sir, you booked a standard room, not a double bed room. There are two beds. You and your friend each sleep in one bed. There is no inconvenience."

Feng Tao thought irritably—"What do you know!"

So at this moment, it's time to make a decision—should I sleep on the street or sleep hard?Can he afford the consequences of being in the same room with Zong Yuheng alone?