Xu Fuji

He looked over from a distance, the man was wearing a white cap, a long-sleeved T-shirt with a white lapel on a light blue background, white trousers underneath, and a pair of white golf shoes.He was clean and fresh, and looked particularly conspicuous against the blue sky and green grass after the rain.The man was hitting the ball on the lawn with a club in his hand. His slender legs were slightly separated, his waist was twisted into a beautiful arc, and his posture was standard and elegant.

He took a long breath, and instinctively narrowed his eyes half-closed—excellent, really excellent, and suddenly he was extremely looking forward to the meeting that was originally quite contradictory.

When they got closer, he heard his father say, "Zenin, haha, don't bother you."

The man turned his head, smiled and nodded: "I wish you old."

His father pulled him over and introduced: "My son, Zhu Yu." Pointing to the man, he said, "This is the Lang Zening I mentioned to you, President Lang."

Lang Zening said: "How old are you, you can just call me Brother Lang." This man's eyes are dark, his smile is very light, and there are some things he can't understand.Lang Zening - this name is very familiar to him. Self-made, young and promising, mature and stable, modest and prudent, all the words that describe the excellence of a successful man can be used on this person. It is simply the father's ability to criticize him template.

He sneered at this: "Isn't it because you have a father who is the director of the Education Bureau? What's so great about setting up an English training center for fun." His father pointed his nose angrily and scolded: "Your father is also a famous entrepreneur. Well, you can find a company and come to me to see! People can play dozens of branches in the whole province, what did you play?!"

"Zening, in the future, you can teach my son more, he is not doing his job all day long. Alas, I can't help it." The father shook his head with a helpless expression on his face.

Lang Zening smiled: "May I wish you are polite, let's learn from each other."

As a result, he became a small employee in the headquarters of Lang Zening Education Group, known as Principal Lang's private secretary to the outside world. "Private secretary"?He sneered in his heart, the name is really ambiguous, if it was more personal...

He still has self-knowledge. It is estimated that Lang Zening is actually disgusted with his existence, at least not welcome.In Lang Zening's eyes, he is just a prodigal son who only loves to eat, drink, and have fun. He is more than successful than he is. In view of his father's face, he has no choice but to let him "study" for two days. old man.

He fully demonstrated his own characteristics, and never participated in any plans related to the group's operations. At most, he received and sent documents and sent a fax. During the rest of the time, he observed Lang Zening at close range through a frosted glass door.

It must be admitted that Lang Zening ranks among the top three among all the men he has ever met and had been with.If you look down on appearance and pay attention to temperament, you can definitely rank first.

He likes to see Lang Zening's calmness when speaking, decisiveness when making decisions, and seriousness when reviewing documents.A man is most attractive when he devotes himself to his work. Who said that?So fucking classic.How could I be so blind in the past, and hang out with those frivolous, boastful, drunken people, if I want to find, I should find such a man, such a man is called a man.

Unfortunately……

He sighed helplessly, he couldn't do anything, he couldn't explain to his father if something happened.Oh, I asked you to study, but after learning and learning, you actually broke the boss, which is unreasonable.It's just an eyesore.

However, eye addiction is not easy.At the end of the year, the group organized its employees to go on a trip. In a hot spring resort, they soaked in the hot springs, with snowflakes falling from the sky above their heads. The artistic conception was very beautiful.

Through the misty rising heat, he saw Lang Zening lazily leaning against the edge of the hot spring, resting with his eyes half closed.The hair on the forehead was soaked and scattered, and the head was tilted slightly.His face was pink from the heat, and sweat oozed out one by one, rolling down his neck and Adam's apple.He couldn't help leaning over gently, and suddenly had the urge to kiss her, his mouth was dry and his body was hot, and the temperature of the blood in his body was probably higher than that of hot spring water.Then, he found that he had an erection.Annoyed and embarrassed, he wrapped himself in a big bath towel and fled in a hurry.

That night, it was all a dream, I was pressed by Lang Zening to kiss wildly, or I was pressed to kiss Lang Zening wildly, tearing each other like madmen, excited and confused.

fuck it!He gritted his teeth hard, couldn't stand it, really couldn't stand it.Either, bend Lang Zening himself; or... He suddenly had a flash of inspiration, what if Lang Zening is the same as himself?

The probability of this is too small, but you have to try it.

Before he had time to try, the answer was already in front of him.

It was the first time after returning to China to participate in a party held by people in the circle. He sat on the sofa and drank a glass of beer. Then, he saw Lang Zening.

This time it is a light gray sweater with a pair of simple black trousers, which is casual and free and easy.But Lang Zening didn't come alone, there was another person beside him, who actually wore the same style as him, except that the sweater was white and the trousers were beige, obviously it was a couple's outfit.

There was a buzzing in his ear, and his mind went blank.Watching helplessly, the two greeted others, walked to the bar and ordered two glasses of wine, as if they were very familiar with this place.

Lang Zening looked around and also found him. He was a little surprised, then smiled and raised his glass as a gesture.He didn't respond, he didn't know how to react.How could this be, he thought, it shouldn't be like this!

This night, he was not in the mood to strike up a conversation with anyone, he just hid in the corner, staring at Lang Zening and that person in the dim light.He saw that man and everyone here had a heart-to-heart talk, laughing heartily; Bouncing around awkwardly on the dance floor.And Lang Zening was sitting on the sofa, talking with others in a low voice, drinking a little wine slowly, but his eyes kept following that person, smiling dotingly and helplessly.

He suddenly felt a kind of jealousy, as if his wife accidentally saw her cheating husband appearing in front of him with his mistress, and that mistress, no matter how she looks, character, body, or talent, was nothing compared to him.He felt suffocated in his chest, as if a fire was on fire, and he was about to explode, but he had nowhere to vent it.

Until Lang Zening stepped forward to pull his obviously drunk companion back from the dance floor, said goodbye to everyone one by one, and helped that person out of the bar, the resentment in his heart had already reached its peak.

The next day, he felt like a cat scratching his head in the office, restless.The minute hand crawled over like a snail little by little. Finally, when it was time to get off work, he didn't leave.After waiting until only Lang Zening was left, he suddenly rushed into the CEO's office.

Lang Zening raised his head, his expression flashed with surprise, and then he regained his composure.Facing those deep eyes, he found himself opening his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

It was Lang Zening who spoke first: "You are very nervous." He took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer and handed him one.

He took it and lighted it, took a deep breath, calmed down, and found that his impulsiveness was overshadowed by Lang Zening's calmness. "Do you think I'm stupid?" he asked.

Lang Zening smiled, but without answering, he took out another pack of cigarettes from the drawer, took out one and lit it.

He glanced at it, shit, it turned out to be the "big front door": "Why are you smoking this?"

"This is the first thing he bought me with money. There's nothing I can do. I'm used to it." Lang Zening smiled, his eyes soft, as if recalling a very warm and interesting past.

He was not an idiot, and immediately recognized the meaning behind this sentence.It turned out that Lang Zening always knew that he was paying attention to him, but he was always pretending to be stupid.

He was disturbed by this speculation, extremely resentful, and couldn't help provoking: "No matter how accustomed you are to the front door, it smells like raw tobacco leaves. What's so good about it? If you kill me, you won't smoke this kind of cigarette!"

"Sooner or later, you will meet someone who makes you only open the front door and is willing." This is Lang Zening's conclusion.

Isn't it just a boss?What a big deal.With sour grapes, he left Lang Zening's training group and started a small company for fun.But after all, he is not a business person, and he got bored after only two days, and even before the decoration was completed, he had already invited friends and friends to spend time and drink.

A month later, at the entrance of a restaurant, he was blocked by a contractor who was decorating his office—he hadn't paid the final payment yet—so he met Xing Zhen.

Xing Zhen is not very handsome, but he is very cool, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. The most important thing is that he is 1.9 meters tall. He has strong tendons and bronze skin. He has a natural wild charm everywhere. He is definitely not someone who runs for hours in the gym The perfect figure that the machine can run out of.

Man, what a man.

At the beginning, he just wanted to have fun, everyone was happy with each other, and it was fine to give him a sum of money when they parted.But he is really not good at meeting people. When he was happy in the private room with his friends at night, Xing Zhen barged in fiercely with his eyes wide open. Sitting in his arms, the little MB stretched out his big palm and grabbed his collar fiercely, shouting angrily: "How dare you steal someone behind my back? I can't kill you!" Carried him and walked out , this group of useless cronies were all frightened into silence by Xing Zhenhun's unsparing aura, and none of them dared to stand up for him.

Needless to say the misery of that night, he didn't get out of bed for three days in a row, and finally Xing Zhen said: "If you dare to go out and mess around again, I will make you unable to take care of yourself for the rest of your life!"

What can be done?Salad!

Xing Zhen is a completely different person from Lang Zening, fierce and powerful.Insisting on refusing to live in his gorgeous villa, insisting on moving together to his 40-square-meter hut—I am raising you, not you!Dare to barge into the door and raise your neck to challenge his father: "Dad."——to call Mr. Zhu like this when we met for the first time—"Dad, I miss Zhu Yu, and I want to pick him up." He opened his mouth to express his opinion, but was blocked by Xing Zhen with a single sentence: "I am talking to our father, you stay aside!" What's even more hateful is that his father waved his hand when he saw him looking aggrieved and aggrieved. Out of sight is pure.This kid also intervened in his company's business: "Since it's opened, it must be run well. If the sales increase by 10% every year, I will look at this. If we don't reach the Spring Festival, we will settle the score!"

Cigarettes are not allowed; alcohol is also limited; the former luxury and money fans are completely SAYGOODBAY; they must wash their hands at home at ten o'clock in the evening and wait for the fuck; they have to get approval for traveling, and they have to ask who is going with them.He worked so hard all day begging his master to ask for his milk to get some sales. Xing Zhen can definitely say that he can do it. He still wants to walk upright for the rest of his life.

He was very depressed and aggrieved, and gradually got used to it.After all, sometimes this kid is pretty good, for example, no matter how tired he is at night, he comes back early and is busy cooking, when he is sick, he walks around like serving his ancestors, birthdays and festivals are not missed, and occasionally he has a little romance—— Only then did he realize that he was actually a queen... After a long time, when he looked back, he realized how his life had changed.The small company has flourished, and this year he was actually named one of the top ten outstanding young entrepreneurs in the city.

He spread out the magazine and looked at his big photo and Lang Zening's side by side, both wearing dark suits, with the virtues of a successful man.

"What are you looking at?" Xing Zhen's voice came from above his head, "Damn, you can still look lewd looking at your own photos. Go, take off your pants and kneel on the bed."

Ruined, really ruined.But why do you still feel so cool?His whole body was sore and limp, so tired that he couldn't lift his little fingers, he moaned and moaned, pretending to be weak, until a pair of rough but warm big hands pressed on his waist and gently massaged him, then he clicked his mouth contentedly, closed his eyes and felt comfortable Take it to bed.

The magazine was still open, lying quietly on the ground.

Sooner or later, you will meet someone who makes you only open the front door and is willing.

Lang Zening, he thought in a daze, what you said is so fucking right!