On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags

Sheng Chuan and Song Mingxue looked at each other quietly for a long while, and finally remembered the cart of oranges belatedly. If you throw them on the side of the road, they will not be stolen. Subconsciously, you want to find your mobile phone to call Uncle Cheng, but Song Mingxue said: "Your uncle asked me to bring you a message. He said that if there is a customer ordering, he will go back to his hometown to pick fruit first, and let you go back by car."

After she finished speaking, she pointedly reminded: "I said your friend is hospitalized, and you are taking care of him in the hospital. You won't be able to go back for a while."

Sheng Chuan really hasn't figured out how to explain to Uncle Cheng about his disappearance for no reason. Hearing this, he paused, put his phone back in his pocket, nodded and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Song Mingxue thought to herself that it was really troublesome. She had never sold oranges in her life, so she packed up the medicine box, got up from her seat and said, "Then I won't bother you, I'll take my leave first."

Sheng Chuan rubbed the medicine bottle in his hand, followed and walked over: "I'll see you off."

Sitting depressed on the sofa, the broken hair on his forehead covered his eyes, and he looked gloomy and pale, with no energy. When he heard Sheng Chuan's words, he raised his eyelids, probably thinking that he was looking for another chance to run away, so he concealed a smack on his lips. The arc of sarcasm.

As soon as Sheng Chuan sent Song Mingxue to the door, he saw several bodyguards guarding outside looking at him. Knowing the reason in his heart, he paused tactfully, half-covered the door with his backhand, and asked Song Mingxue, "Who did he give birth to?" What disease?"

Song Mingxue thought for a moment when he heard the words, and gave him a general concept: "mental illness."

Sheng Chuan raised his eyes and fixedly looked at her: "I was pretending to be depressed before..."

Song Mingxue said, "I also thought he was faking it, but in fact, he is really sick."

Song Mingxue dug up the medical records before Shen Yu: "He couldn't sleep all night, and he often remembered the past, but those past memories only caused him nervous spasms and pain, and he couldn't even eat normally. , and his temper became moody and uncontrollable, and he could only rely on drugs to maintain four to five hours of sleep a day at most," he said.

She said, paused, and finally concluded: "He is in pain, but there is no one around him who can help him..."

It is true that no one can help him.

The garden was full of ginkgo trees, but as soon as the season came, they fell to the ground and spread out into a golden path. Song Mingxue pinned her wind-blown hair behind her ears and said to Sheng Chuan: "I will give it to you." Your medicine is actually a vitamin, and Mr. Shen can no longer take sedatives, and he will become dependent after a long time, if you can, please help him."

After finishing speaking, he nodded slightly, turned around and left with the medicine box in hand.

Standing at the door, Sheng Chuan was thinking of something, but what appeared in his mind was a gloomy and thin figure and gloomy and sensitive eyes. He closed his eyes, adjusted his emotions, and then re-entered the room.

Shen Yu is watching TV, but he can't watch anything. Most of the time, he is lost in thought by himself. However, if he can't sit for 10 minutes, his mood will become impetuous, and he will lose his temper or throw things uncontrollably.

It was rare today, and I watched it patiently for 15 minutes, provided that I ignored the rapidly changing program channels on the screen and the remote control that was about to be broken by him.

Sheng Chuan came in and saw this scene. He sat down on the sofa, then pulled out the remote control in Shen Yu's hand, pulled him into his arms and sat down: "You can see what it is like this."

Shen Yu didn't want to watch it at first, so she kept a blank face and didn't speak.

Sheng Chuan just tuned a cartoon, there is no intrigue, it is also good to watch when you are upset, unscrew the medicine bottle, pour out a light orange tablet from it, and then ask Shen Yu: "Do you want water?"

Shen Yu frowned when he heard the words, turned his head to avoid it, and said the same sentence: "I'm not sick."

It is impossible for Sheng Chuan to say that he is sick. Hearing this, he looked at the tablet in his hand, and made an unexpected move, throwing it directly into his mouth. Shen Yu didn't know that it was a vitamin. Seeing this, pupils shrank: "You..."

Before he finished speaking, the back of his head was suddenly locked, and his lips were covered with warmth. Someone easily pried open his teeth and sent a tablet of medicine, but it was not bitter, with a slight orange flavor.

"Well……"

Shen Yu pushed twice, not only did not push away, but was directly pressed by Sheng Chuan on the sofa, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he swallowed the medicine in a daze.Sheng Chuan licked and kissed his lips, held Yu Yu's hand, and interlocked his five fingers, guiding him to respond to himself, his body pressed against him, and the beating frequency of his heart was surprisingly in tune.

The two of them are actually reserved people, one is used to disguising himself with lies, and the other is used to covering up his heart with spikes. Sometimes no amount of language is as straightforward as an intimate contact.

Sullen and a little short of breath, lying on the sofa, panting lowly, his chest fluctuating.Sheng Chuan looked down at him, then smoothed his frowning brows with his fingertips, slid across his face, and finally landed on his red and swollen lips, rubbing back and forth for a while, with a low voice, like a glass of mellow red wine: "Ayu."

Hearing these two words again, the gloomy reaction was not as strong as last time. He lowered his head and bit Sheng Chuan's restless fingers. With a bright red tongue and a dignified appearance doing this kind of thing, there is an inexplicable sense of lust.

Shen Yu had no choice but to let go.

Sharp teeth.

Sheng Chuan glanced at the tooth marks on his hands, raised his eyebrows slightly, and didn't care much, then put the medicine bottle on the table: "Doctor Song said that your health is not good, and you must take the medicine on time from now on."

Depressed and a little irritable, the nerves are so sensitive that when they hear the word taking medicine, they resist disgust: "Don't take it."

Sheng Chuan's smile remained unchanged, and he turned his head to look at him: "If you don't want to eat, I will feed you."

Gloomy: "..."

In the afternoon, Shen Yu was dealing with official business in the study room. He used to prefer casual clothes, but now he always wears dark shirts, suits and leather shoes, which is quite different from before.He didn't stipulate that Sheng Chuan must stay by his side, except that he couldn't go out of this room and let the other party go wherever he wanted.

Sheng Chuan was calling Uncle Cheng in the corridor at this time, roughly explained the reason for leaving, and said that he might not be able to go back in a short time, and asked him to send a message to Sheng's mother, don't worry.

Uncle Cheng said: "I told my sister-in-law that you are staying in the city, but there is one more thing, you have to help uncle and your father to come up with ideas."

Sheng Chuan: "What's the matter?"

Uncle Cheng said: "That day at the wholesale market, didn't you ask me to find customers, so I went to that old man called... what's his name, Han Jinshan, I asked him if he would accept fruit, and he said yes, I Let him taste our fruit."

Sheng Chuan really didn't expect that Uncle Cheng would actually go up to strike up a conversation: "Then, did he place an order with you?"

Uncle Cheng was a little bit embarrassed: "He said the taste was good, but he only ordered a small batch. I calculated it. If I send it back and forth to the city, I won't make much money at all. It's better to sell it to the wholesale market. You said we are selling it." Still not selling?"

Sheng Chuan thought for a moment when he heard the words: "Did he give you his business card?"

Uncle Cheng said: "No, I just left a phone number and address. When the time comes, let us deliver the goods to the place, and someone will pick them up."

In fact, Sheng Chuan also guessed that the Han family is the leader in the catering industry, so how could they easily order a supplier? Although the quality of Uncle Cheng's fruit is good, he is not well-known after all. The other party wants to test the water first: "Send it, Give them as much as they want, but don't just focus on their family."

Although the Han family is a big customer, they can't just put the treasure on them. In the end, they have to build a strong reputation and develop in a diversified way.

Uncle Cheng didn't understand: "What...what do you mean?"

Sheng Chuan raised his eyebrows: "Think about the things you can make with oranges, juice, canned food, sugar, run around, find manufacturers everywhere, and sell A-grade fruits directly. If there is a backlog of goods that cannot be sold out, You can sell them directly to make products.”

With just a few touches from him, Uncle Cheng understood: "Why don't you say that you have studied and your brain works. There just happens to be a beverage factory near our house. I'll ask about it later."

After chatting for a while, they hung up the phone.

Sheng Chuan leaned on the railing and thought for a moment, thinking that he still needs popularity. He found a laptop from the room, and then went into the gloomy study, where the latter was working. Seeing him coming in, he threw the mouse aside: "What are you doing?" ?”

Sheng Chuan thought about what he could do, what are you doing, he put the notebook on the sofa, and sat on the floor directly, with a thick carpet underneath, it was not cold to sit on: "Stay with you for a while, what, I won't disturb you, right?" .”

He knew that Shen Yu would not refuse, and the latter did not say anything, but just gave him a strange look.

Sheng Chuan turned on the computer and searched for several well-known domestic fruit brands. Most of them have their own planting bases. The primary, secondary and tertiary industries such as forest, fruit, vegetable, livestock and poultry support and promote each other, forming a huge business chain. But Uncle Cheng and the others definitely can't do it at present, the scale of the production area is not enough, and the funds are not enough, so it can only be used as a reference target for subsequent development.

Sheng Chuan searched several well-known advertising packaging companies, calculated the initial cost of the advertising effect, at least hundreds of thousands, some beyond the acceptable range, and simply settled for the next best thing, and listed the prices of famous bloggers with goods on various websites .

As long as the product is good and can stand the test, it doesn’t matter if you spend some money on advertising, but first you need to register and operate a store online, gradually develop word-of-mouth, and accumulate funds by the way. Now some companies are also vigorously supporting agricultural projects. This There is a high probability that you will not suffer if you go into the water at the right time.

However, some certificates are still needed to register the online store, so I can only ask Uncle Cheng and the others to ask for them later. Sheng Chuan found a soft and wide design company on the Internet, and planned to make the promotional pictures first.

The room was so quiet that only the sound of typing on the keyboard could be heard, and Shen Yu took the time to glance at Sheng Chuan, only to see the man sitting on the floor with his knees slightly bent, staring intently at the computer screen, the sunlight shining through the window cast a shadow on his body. The edge of the shape was plated with a layer of faint golden light, and the brown eyes became more transparent.

Shen Yu turned off the computer, walked to Sheng Chuan calmly, wanted to see what he was doing, but Sheng Chuan caught a glimpse of his figure from the corner of his eye, and closed the computer directly, the speed was too fast, Shen Yu didn't see anything clearly, All I saw was a large piece of yellow flashing across the screen.

"..."

Sheng Chuan isn't watching porn, is he?