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The next day was a rare weekend, but Fang Shaoyang and He Qiao were not the only ones who didn't sleep late.

Graduation was approaching, only Zhang Wei and another boy were left in the dormitory.Staying up late last night to revise the thesis, Zhang Wei originally thought he could have a good rest, but he was woken up by his mobile phone after seven o'clock.

"Uh uh uh uh uh..." younger brother Zhang Ming babbled on the other end of the phone.

"Don't worry." He lost all sleepiness immediately, "Brother, read the text message immediately."

I had already prepared for it to be no small matter, but after reading the text message, my heart was still completely cold.It turned out that Zhang Ming rode his bicycle to school early in the morning, and accidentally scratched a luxury car on the way, and now he is being detained by the owner on the side of the road.

Zhang Ming suffered from aphasia since he was a child. Their father couldn't stand being poor, so he disappeared when his youngest son was less than five years old, and his whereabouts are still unknown.The two brothers can live so long, all thanks to their mother working as a nanny in other people's homes, and the hard-earned money earned from wiping a piece of floor tiles and a side of glass. They have never had a good life.Children who grew up in single-parent families have similar growth experiences, which is also the main reason why Zhang Wei and Fang Shaoyang are close.

I took the subway and hurried to the place where the accident happened. First, I saw more than one Ferrari parked ostentatiously on the side of the road.When I got closer, I saw my younger brother in school uniform hanging his head standing among a group of people.

"How do you gesture when your stomach hurts, how do you say 'Mom I want to shit'?"

"Hahahahahaha, it's not hurting you!"

Zhang Wei's heart tightened, and he hurried over: "Mingming!"

Looking up to see his brother, Zhang Ming seemed to be seeing a savior, and his expression was about to cry: "Uh uh!"

Zhang Wei immediately shielded him behind him: "I'm sorry, but I'm his brother, you can tell me if you have anything to say."

A group of men in their 30s and [-]s, all dressed as rich people, smelled like alcohol and tobacco, as if they had just finished drinking all night.One of them was leaning against the sports car, with his face turned sideways, and he was on the phone: "He Qiao, this guy is so fucking born to restrain me. Not only did he have a hard time last night, he even scraped the car today. Let's do it first. I'll go find you in a while, and keep the good ones for me."

Putting down the phone, he asked Zhang Wei angrily, "Is he your brother?"

Zhang Wei nodded slightly.

The other party frowned: "Are you also dumb?"

"No." Zhang Wei felt very offended, "I can talk. Also, can you please be careful when you speak, my brother can hear you."

The other party sneered, and smoked out of his mouth: "Who the hell are you, dare to make me pay attention. I saw that your brother is a disabled person, and I wanted to say let him go. I guess I can't afford it." .It’s all right now, pay for it, and you have to pay for selling blood.”

On the way here, Zhang Wei had done enough mental construction, thinking that no matter how angry the other party was, he would make an apology and try to minimize the loss. Who would have come to this situation without thinking of three sentences.

He didn't dare to confront this man head-on again, and instead asked his younger brother: "Where is the scratch?"

There was a long scratch on the right car door, and his younger brother Zhang Ming pointed at it with his head.I took out my mobile phone and took a few photos and sent them to a friend who knew about this. The other party replied quickly, saying that it would cost about [-] yuan to even touch up the paint and film.

Twenty-three thousand, this is more than a year's living expenses for a college student, and he simply can't afford that much money.

Probably because his expression was too embarrassed, the smoking man squinted at him, his face was full of contempt and ridicule.

"I'm really sorry, the cost of repairing the car may be..." He lowered his head, "Can we each bear part of it."

"You take me for a fool?" The other party snorted coldly.

"Then I'll pay you in installments, okay?"

"Installation? Brother Cheng, did you hear, installment!" Everyone was overjoyed.

"How many installments do you plan to divide?" The man raised his eyes, waiting for a joke.

Zhang Wei thought for a while, then clenched his fingertips and said, "The 12th issue."

"Okay!" Everyone around laughed, "It's really okay."

The man laughed too, his whole body trembling with laughter, and he gave a thumbs up with a trembling hand holding the cigarette: "Nice. How about this, you can help me clean the dust on the car door now, wipe it with your sleeve, wipe it Well, I will waive the first installment for you."

Amidst their laughter, Zhang Wei stood for a while, then walked over and bowed to wipe the car door, his waist bent extremely low.The younger brother Zhang Ming watched his elder brother get angry, tears flowed out uncontrollably, and there was a whimper in his throat.

When wiping the dust off the chassis, Zhang Ming wanted to go over to help, but Zhang Wei turned around slightly and slowly shook his head at him.

—

On the other side, the He family villa.

When He Qiao opened his eyes, his back was hugged tightly by a broad chest.As soon as he moved a little, the heat source behind him got closer, and one of his calves was still wrapped around his body.

This sleeping position is really shocking.

I didn't feel like sleeping in separate beds before, but last night I talked until late at night and only covered myself with a quilt. After I fell asleep, Fang Shaoyang still leaned his head on his shoulder, shrinking by his side as if he was afraid of the cold.

It is said that people with this sleeping posture lack a sense of security. He Qiao doesn't know whether this sentence applies to Shao Yang, but instead feels that he feels a little more secure as a pillow.

Thinking of last night, he blushed slightly.

Quietly got up and took a shower without waking Shao Yang up.It wasn't until he picked up cold water and slapped it on his face that the warm cheeks were relieved a little.

After washing his face, he leaned against the washstand to concentrate.

Why did Fang Shaoyang say those words?

Regarding the relationship between the two of them, He Qiao has been instinctively unwilling to think deeply about it, but now he can't help it.

Although they have been married for almost five months, but he was abroad for the first two months, so the time they really got along was not too long.Three months seems not enough to develop any deep feelings, let alone explain Fang Shaoyang's strong desire to possess him.

yes, strongly...

Thinking of what Shao Yang said in bed last night, He Qiao still felt at a loss and didn't know how to deal with it properly.In the past, no matter what relationship you started, you were together naturally on the basis of mutual understanding and feeling suitable.No one is as enthusiastic, direct, and overwhelming as Fang Shaoyang, without giving anyone any time to breathe.

With no way to clarify, and no way to refuse, He Qiao felt that he passively accepted Fang Shaoyang's approach, and was forced to get used to having someone like him by his side.

After going out of the bathroom, Fang Shaoyang woke up at some point, sitting on the edge of the bed with his hair sticking out.

"Why didn't you call me when you got up?" The voice was a little hoarse, and the eyes were slightly swollen, "I must be late."

"Knowing that you're going to be late, why don't you hurry up?" He Qiao wore glasses with his back facing him, but his forehead leaned hard on his back: "I'm so trapped, it's against humanity to have to go to work on Saturday."

"Don't go if you're tired."

"That won't work." He immediately jumped up. "Today, a batch of Rongxin's new TVs arrived. I have to help with the inventory, and get first-hand customer feedback by the way."

He Qiao lowered his eyes and smiled quietly.

After more than a week of such busy days, Fang Shaoyang has already figured out the household and white appliances downstairs, and he is also proficient in mixing mobile phones and laptops.

He is very sensitive to electrical appliances, and he is familiar with any machine after dismantling and reassembling it, and playing it twice.Regarding this point, Zhou Peiyuan often jokingly said that he was born to eat this bowl of rice, that his grandfather was the king of color TV, and that he had inherited all the good genes from generation to generation.

On the Friday approaching Children's Day, the store was crowded with people. Fang Shaoyang was so busy from opening the door in the morning to changing shifts during lunch break that he didn't even have a sip of water. At noon, he finally had time to take a nap in the general manager's office upstairs.

It just so happened that He Qiao was not there, and Xue Ting knew Shao Yang very well, so she naturally let him come in and out at will.

In order to facilitate He Qiao's daily rest, the office is divided into two rooms, inside and outside.The inside is a dressing room and lounge, equipped with simple beds and sofas, and the outside is a serious office area, with two sets of tables and chairs, one long and one short sofa.

Fang Shaoyang went into the inner room, took off his clothes and shoes and fell asleep.When he fell asleep, he vaguely heard the voice of someone outside, but because there was a door, he didn't wake him up at first.

Outside the door, He Qiao was having a meeting with several regional vice presidents, completely unaware that there was a person sleeping inside.

"Mr. He, Xiao Cao will give the lecture this time in North China."

"Yeah." He Qiao sat on the main seat, looked down at the pre-printed materials, and tapped the table with his fingertips, "Let's start when you're ready."

Manager Cao, who was the keynote speaker for the first time, was a little nervous. After clearing his throat, he swiped the mouse a few times and found a tragedy——

The computer freezes into a blue screen and restarts to no avail.

He Qiao frowned slightly, and said impatiently: "Use my computer to cast the screen directly, and I happen to have the final version of the ppt you sent in my mailbox."

Comrade Xiao Cao was trembling, and moved his laptop in front of him like a Buddha, wiped off his sweat, took a deep breath, and started the stumbling explanation.Zhou Peiyuan in the back row got up and turned off the lights, all eyes in the room were focused on the 120-inch projection screen.

"...In the second half of the year, the North China region plans to build self-operated stores with two home appliance brands including Rongxin, and sell to c-end customers through the agency of partners, and the partners will collect the payment."

"Our side is expected to invest in a store manager, furniture and design fees, passenger flow counters, etc., and the partner will bear the store staff costs, hardware decoration costs, marketing costs, channel handling fees, etc."

"..."

"Overall, it's 'purchasing based on sales', and the inventory risk is relatively—"

"What about the payment cycle?" He Qiao interrupted.

"Uh, t+1, it's tentatively t+1."

"Is there a cash cycle diagram."

"Yes, yes." Unexpectedly, he would ask a question suddenly, Manager Cao lowered his head and frantically flipped through the pages, "Ah, I found it!"

He Qiao stared, and the people below were also sweating for this newbie. They all held their breath and focused, staring at the screen intently——

Until you see a message box pop up in the lower right corner:

"Brother Qiao, I'll lie on your bed for a while, call me after the meeting." from: Fang Shaoyang

Manager Cao was stunned.

Others were also stunned.

Zhou Peiyuan rushed forward with a stride, and the next second after forking the dialog box, another one popped up:

"By the way, lend me your pajamas, and I'll wash them for you when I get home at night." from: Fang Shaoyang

……

This kid, it's not over yet.

Zhou Peiyuan raised his head stiffly, and saw Mr. He, who was still calm and mature just now, sitting there sideways, his clear eyebrows and eyes were extremely low, and there were patches of light red from his ears to his neck, and his eyes didn't know where to go. Where to put it.

After a long while of silence, Manager Cao slowly came back to his senses, and asked with difficulty: "Mr. He, do you want, do you want to go back?"

Back to the fart.Zhou Peiyuan cursed inwardly, straightened up and laughed dryly: "How about you take a break for 10 minutes, take a break for 10 minutes haha, that old Qin! Bring me a cup of coffee."

Everyone scattered like birds and beasts immediately.

Zhou Peiyuan wanted to turn on the light, but He Qiao shouted, "Don't turn it on yet."

Zhou Peiyuan smiled comprehensibly, and went over to slam the door of the inner room: "Shao Yang, Shao Yang, it's not good, get up quickly!"

"What's the matter?" Fang Shaoyang jumped up, and rushed out of the room with pajama pants and short sleeves.

Clapping him on the shoulder with both hands, Zhou Peiyuan pretended to be serious and sighed: "It's no good, your Brother Qiao is going to immigrate, so hurry up and say goodbye to him."

"what?"

After speaking, he strode away.

Fang Shaoyang turned around in a daze, and under the white light of the curtain, He Qiao in a dark suit was leaning back on the leather chair with his head up, his face covered by an open document.

Putting it in his pocket, he leaned over and reached out to uncover the file.

Fang Shaoyang blew on He Qiao's closed eyes: "What are you talking about, brother Yuan? What immigrants?"

He Qiao felt itchy, and turned slightly to avoid him.

Fang Shaoyang squatted down, put his hands on his left arm, and put his chin on it obediently: "What do you mean, ignore me?"

He Qiao turned sideways in the opposite direction again.

Fang Shaoyang also changed to squat over there, his face moved closer, and his fingers slowly fiddled with his fine eyelashes: "Hey."

The next moment his right hand was grabbed by someone, and He Qiaobo's angry gaze went straight into the bottom of his eyes: "Hey, what are you doing, you killed me."