Little slag run

"My mother is from a well-known Russian underworld family, so I'm of mixed Italian-Russian blood. Recently, a group of people in the family used the fact that I'm not a pure blood as an excuse to openly oppose my status, saying that they are afraid that I will betray in the future. Family. So I have to make achievements this time before I can go back. In two days, I will go to Russia to find my uncle. If I can come back safely, I will come to China to find you..."

Ivan looked up at the starry sky and talked about his life experience lightly. After a while, he didn't see any reaction from Di Que.

He turned his head, but was surprised to find that Di Que was already fast asleep on the seat, his mouth was slightly open, and the eyelashes were still stained with tears from just crying, looking peaceful like an angel.

Ivan's heart moved, and he suddenly felt inexplicably happy at this moment.

He smiled, leaned over and half hugged Di Que, supported his shoulder, and kissed him lightly on the lips, like some kind of oath.

The unsuspecting man's breath hit the tip of his nose gently, like a cute little animal lacking defense capabilities. Ivan wanted to hug him tightly, but he still gritted his teeth and left Di Que.

He helped Di Que fasten his seat belt, started the car, and drove him home steadily.

Di Que is still living with his parents in the villa area in the middle of the mountain in the north of the city. Based on the memory of the investigation, Ivan drove past it smoothly.

Ivan parked the car at the gate, then patted Di Que on the shoulder to wake him up.

Di Que was angry and tired all day, and also cried a lot, so he couldn't hold on and fell asleep, and fell into a deep sleep.

Ivan had no choice but to increase his hand strength, and then Di Que snorted in a daze, rubbed his eyes and sat up.

"Huh? I fell asleep?" Di Que looked around in a daze for a while, and it took him a long time to realize that he was sent back to his home by Ivan.

"Hehe, you're so cute when you're asleep." Ivan smiled.

Di Que was in low spirits, so he couldn't catch up with Ivan's words. He rubbed his hair in a daze, and said with a bit of getting up: "Then thank you for sending me back. I'm leaving."

As Di Que said, he was about to open the door, but Ivan grabbed his hand.

"Sit with me for a while, I want to see you again." Ivan smiled with a nostalgic look on his face.

After today, maybe we will never see each other again...

Di Que was stunned, and suddenly felt a little vicissitudes in his heart.

Ivan's expression was too serious, which gave him a bad premonition.

It is probably cruel to keep giving the other party hope for things that are obviously impossible.

Di Que licked his somewhat dry lips, thinking whether to simply explain to Ivan and reject him.

But he seems to have said it more than once, and this Italian guy never took his words to heart.

"that……"

"Ahem..." There was an old but powerful cough suddenly coming from the front of the car, Di Que turned his head, his soul was almost scared away.

"dad?!"

Di Que rushed up, didn't bother to open the car door, jumped out of the car with both hands together, and stood still several steps away from Ivan.

As soon as the old man came back from his early morning walk, he saw his son sitting in a foreigner's car and didn't know what he was talking about.

It's been a long time since Di Que came home, and news came back that Di Que left his job and ran away alone. The old man's clouded resentment has basically been suppressed to a very low level.

Unfortunately, the patriotic old man saw that Di Que made a foreign friend again, and his face turned completely dark.

Seeing Di Que's reaction, Ivan immediately guessed the identity of Mr. Di, and immediately greeted him with a cheerful smile: "Good morning, Uncle." Mr. Di stared at Di Que without squinting, and ignored Ivan .

"Do you still know there is this home?"

Di Que's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly smiled and said, "Dad, haven't I come back now? I was busy with work a while ago, and I lived near A Yao's house, so I went there."

"Hmph." Old Man Di snorted coolly, and walked home by himself with his hands behind his back.

Di Que breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly followed behind his father.

Ivan was still sitting in the car and staring at him, as if he still wanted to talk to him with a reluctance.

Di Que glanced at the old man's back, then turned around and waved at him, signaling Ivan to leave quickly.

Ivan also knew that it was impossible to pester Di Que any longer, so he blew a kiss with his hand, smiling extraordinarily charmingly, and his eyes were full of strong love words.

Di Que couldn't help being stunned for a moment, then said softly, "Are you leaving? Have a good trip..."

Ivan smiled, parted his sexy thin lips, said something silently, started the car, and drove away.

Naturally, Di Que couldn't speak lips, so he couldn't understand what Ivan said, but he guessed it was probably a passionate confession.

The car accelerated extremely fast, and in a blink of an eye it had already disappeared within the line of sight.

Di Que stared blankly, a little lost in thought.

Not far away, the old man coughed unhappily again, and then he regained Di Que's mind.

Di Que hurriedly walked two steps, followed the old man, and called out with a flattering smile: "Dad, are you in good health these days?"

"Tofu, I haven't been mad at you yet!"

Di Que was choked immediately, and sighed in his heart that this old man is still a master who doesn't like oil and salt and is not easy to serve.

"Dad, why are you so angry?" I've been so strict recently...

"You and I come to the study." The old man said seriously, entered the room and went upstairs.

Di Que sighed in his heart, rubbed his temples and followed.

"What does that foreigner have to do with you?" The old man felt unhappy when he thought of how close the two seemed to be.

"It's just ordinary friends. A few friends played together yesterday, and he sent me back this morning!" Di Que explained very smoothly without even having time to think.

"...Well, let me tell you, we Chinese must not forget our origins if we avoid contact with foreign devils."

"I know, he's just a business partner, and I'm not familiar with him at all." Di Que rolled his eyes inwardly, but on the surface he still wanted to coax the old man into talking.

"and also……"

ah?besides?Di Que wanted to cry, so he hastily pulled himself together and bowed down to listen to the old man's teachings.

"You still ran out to play last night? What kind of event you are doing now has such a big accident, you still don't care? You go to play again! You have spent all your money, just smash my old bones Sell ​​the pieces and continue playing!" the old man roared.

When it comes to serious things, the old man doesn't get angry at all. Others raise a son to prevent old age, but raising a son by oneself is used to remind him to die.

Di Que was shocked by the roar, and broke out in cold sweat.

He lowered his head without saying a word, listening to the old man scolding himself loudly.

After a long time, the old man was finally tired of cursing, leaning on the chair and panting heavily.

Di Que pursed his lips, looked up at the old man's bruised face, and asked cautiously, "Dad, have you finished?"

"I... I didn't finish..." The old man panted, continued to point at Di Que and cursed: "What are you going to do with that movie? You're not in a hurry, are you? You're not in the company to keep an eye on and figure out what to do, but go out to spend time and drink with foreign devils Drink! Anyway, our Di family's face is almost lost by you, and I don't care if it is this time!"

"...No." Di Que felt aggrieved.

"You still dare to talk back!" The old man's eyes flashed angrily, and his anger rushed into his mind, he grabbed the small object of cloisonné for entertainment on the table and threw it at Di Que.

The old man was in a fit of anger, Di Que didn't dare to dodge, he gritted his teeth abruptly, and got hit on the forehead.

"Hiss..." The thing was hard and sharp, and it hit Di Que's head, causing a burning pain on his forehead. Di Que bit his lip, but couldn't help but gasped, and didn't dare to reach out to rub it.

Seeing that Di Que didn't move, the old man's anger subsided a little, but his tone was still stiff.

"B&D is a company that your father and I started from scratch and built brick by brick. If you really don't like it, just let it go. I'm not an old-fashioned old antique. I insist on passing on the family business one by one. Ah Yao is very good, at a young age, he has made a success of himself. Anyway, we are a family. After I have been a hundred years, A Yao will not lose you when the child is down, and he will always reward you. .”

Di Que knew that the old man deliberately provoked him with words, but he couldn't find words to refute.

There was a wave of anger in his heart that kept bumping around, making him almost unable to stand still, and trembling slightly.

What can he do if he is so worthless?

Things that he can't do with his ability can't be done no matter how reluctantly, is it true that he should sell his ass for the company?

"I've thought about that movie. I've found some old friends from the press. Tomorrow's press conference will be canceled first. I'll give you some time to re-prepare as an excuse. It won't last long, if you are still so out of tune, then you just want to watch me kick my legs."

The old man's tone slowed down, as if he was helpless or compromised.

Di Que's eyes immediately turned red.

He was already in his thirties, and he even asked his father, who was nearly seventy years old, to help him run the company.

The old man saw Di Que standing upright on the spot without saying a word, and then saw that there was a red spot on his forehead, which was still bloodshot, so he thought that Di Que was still angry and silent, and felt distressed, so he faintly regretted that he shouldn't have thrown it impulsively just now. Throw something at your son.

"When I was young, I didn't understand affection. I just focused on work. I was almost forty, and I got your mother and you. It's my fault for pampering you too much, but after all, I'm old. You Just be less angry with me for two years, let me live a quiet life, can you close your eyes with peace of mind?"

"Dad..." Di Que called out weakly, the words got stuck in his throat and finally spit out: "I already have an idea about the movie, you don't have to worry."

"Do you have a clue?" The old man obviously didn't believe it.

Di Que made up his mind to start, and the rest of the words became very smooth: "I went to socialize for this matter yesterday, An Ran is in China now, maybe I can invite him to direct." "An Ran? Just Can you invite An Ran?" Hearing this, the old man felt that Di Que's words were unreliable.

Di Que smiled, looking very proud.

"Dad, in short, you can rest assured and wait for my good news."

"..." The old man was speechless, and stared at his son with wide eyes.

"I'm going back to my room to rest first, and I have to prepare for the press conference tomorrow."

Di Que was a little guilty of being stared at by the old man's bright eyes, so he covered up the wound on his forehead and hurried out.

As soon as the door was opened, Aunt Feng was squatting by the door and listening to the wall. When she saw Di Que coming out, she was startled, patted her heart, and hurried over to check the wound on Di Que's forehead.

"Did the old man beat you? Really, why don't you feel sorry for your own flesh and blood? Look, it's all swollen."

Aunt Feng watched Di Que grow up since she was a child, and loved him like her own son. At this time, seeing Di Que listless, she couldn't help but shed tears of distress.

Di Que covered the wound on his forehead, smiled and avoided: "Aunt Feng, I'm fine, I just hit it lightly. Where's my mother?"

"My wife went to play mahjong. I went there last night and I haven't come back yet."

"Oh." Di Que heaved a sigh of relief.

It's okay, it's okay, otherwise, when he sees his mother, he won't be able to escape the long-winded talk.

"Young master, let Aunt Feng fix the wound on your head for you..." Aunt Feng said anxiously as she followed Di Que back to the bedroom.

"It's okay. I'll just put a band-aid on this little injury. Aunt Feng, you can do your work."

Di Que was so tired that he could hardly breathe, so he wanted to send everyone away and stay alone for a while.

"How is that possible?"

"Aunt Feng, I want to eat the bird's nest porridge you made. Go and cook a cup for me. I'll sleep for a while and wake up to eat." Di Que stood by the door to prevent Aunt Feng from going into the house.

"Oh, okay, I'll do it now." Aunt Feng hurriedly left as if she was flattered when she heard Di Que's name for food.

Di Que closed the door, and when he was alone in the empty room, he collapsed completely, leaning against the door and squatting down.

In a trance, he didn't know what he said just now, but felt that he was forced to retreat to the edge of the cliff.

One step back is the abyss, and the next step is the shining tip of the knife at the Adam's apple.

Advance and retreat are nothing but death anyway, what else is there to rush about?

Di Que laughed at himself, stood up and took a few steps, then threw himself on his big bed.

He obviously felt physically and mentally exhausted, but his mind was unprecedentedly clear.

Di Que couldn't sleep, so he spread it out in large characters, staring at the relief ceiling in a daze.

Thinking about how quickly three months have passed, the secret matter between him and Chen Feng will not be lost face if anyone knows about it.

And B&D can invite An Ran to direct the film, and when the event is a big success, he can naturally feel proud in front of everyone.

It's been so many years, at least it's good to make the old man look at him with admiration once.

Di Que thought about it, and Chen Feng's meaningful eyes appeared, and then he easily stripped himself naked.

He closed his eyes, the corners of which were a little wet.

There seemed to be a huge black shadow covering him, holding him down so that he couldn't breathe. Di Que felt uncomfortable, struggled a few times, grabbed the pillow beside him, covered his face and stopped still.

Anyway, it's only three months, fuck him!

In a daze, Di Que fell asleep in a half-dream and half-awake state.

When he suddenly regained consciousness, he sat up abruptly and found that the sky was already dark.

He didn't sleep all day, did he?

Di Que jumped up in a hurry and found that it was almost time to get off work.

With a little luck, he hurriedly called the person in charge of the project, but he still got nothing.

The person in charge asked him crying whether he wanted to cancel tomorrow's press conference. Di Que gritted his teeth and scolded angrily: "Cancel it! I've got it all done. Tomorrow's press conference will be held as usual. Just wait and see. Really. Raised a bunch of trash!"

When Di Que hung up the phone, he was in a cheerful mood, and it really felt good to be condescending and cursing trash.

The matter has come to this point, and there is no room for turning around.

Di Que rubbed his face and ran to the bathroom to take a shower.

Chen Feng worked as usual all day long, and in Tang Xiao's eyes, Chen Feng should be in an excellent mood.

Tang Xiao didn't intend to watch Chen Feng capture Di Que's performance that day, but happened to pass by, and saw Chen Feng coming out of the restaurant with his head and body wet, opened the car door, and got in.

Di Que rejected Chen Feng, but Chen Feng felt relaxed and happy instead?

Although Chen Feng had reserved a trick, but that trick was a bit sinister, and even Tang Xiao was reluctant to do it.

But tomorrow is the deadline to close the net. Will Di Que's army finally do it or not?

Seeing that it was time to get off work, Tang Xiao knocked on the door, and Chen Feng called out, "Come in."

"Mr. Chen." Tang Xiao stood still in front of the boss's desk.

"Is there something wrong?" Chen Feng was cleaning his desk, and when he saw Tang Xiao coming in, he smiled happily.

"Mr. Chen, will the news of B&D's film director run away still be released to the major media?" Tang Xiao asked.

Chen Feng was taken aback, thought for a while and said, "No, it's not necessary."

"Oh, then I know." Tang Xiao nodded and backed out.

It seems that Chen Feng is quite sure about taming Di Que.

Chen Feng waited for Tang Xiao to leave, then sat back in the boss chair, fiddling with the phone in his hand, staring at the table in a daze.

Di Que, he will definitely come to find him.Only he can finally save him.

Chen Feng's judgment this time was a bit arbitrary, and without knowing why, he suddenly developed such confidence.

At this moment, the phone vibrated.

Chen Feng raised the corner of his mouth and picked it up without looking at it.

The voice on the other side was very crisp: "Chen Feng, where are you now?"

"I'm at the company, and I'll be home in half an hour, where you have been." Chen Feng smiled, turned his chair, and faced directly the layers of buildings outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the extremely prosperous scenery of City Y.

"Okay." The other party dropped a word and hung up the phone happily.

Chen Feng laughed out loud, got up, took his bag and left to go home.

Back home, Chen Feng waited until almost midnight, but Di Que was still missing.

Chen Feng looked at his watch and finally lost his composure.

Repented halfway?impossible.

With the current Di Que, there is absolutely no way to escape him.

But why hasn't anyone been seen yet?

At this moment, Chen Feng actually felt a feeling of uneasiness.

It couldn't be that he pushed too hard, what happened to Di Que on impulse?

While he was restless, the doorbell rang.

Chen Feng rushed over in a hurry, stabilized himself at the door, and opened the door as usual.

Di Que stood in a daze outside the door, raised his eyes and glanced at Chen Feng, but the inside was very empty, without any content.

Chen Feng saw the prey entering the urn, probably looking forward to it for too long, before he did anything, the lower part was already sore.

The desire came so violently that even he himself could not have expected it.

He squinted his eyes at Di Que for a while, and stepped aside to open the door.

Di Que stood at the door and trembled, like a frightened little rabbit, it was the first time he was so obedient.

He seemed to hesitate for a while, and finally raised his legs and stepped into Chen Feng's territory.

Chen Feng smiled relaxedly, turned around and closed the door.