smoke like fire

It was nearly 05:30 when I walked out of the office.

The office area outside is not very empty, there are still people, the atmosphere is cozy, and they are almost ready to leave work.But no one is in a hurry to clean up.

It rained for several days in a row, and it didn't clear up until two days ago.When the sun comes out, the temperature rises, and it is almost impossible to stay outside for a while.When I first entered the company on weekdays morning, I can't wait for everyone to get off work, and they still hang on when the hour comes; the free air conditioner should be blown once.

"The general manager is going back?"

When I walked over, someone in the department asked.I nodded slightly, smiled, and walked forward.There was a faint movement behind him, as if someone called Elin to ask something.

I've come a long way.

When the car pulled out of the parking lot, there was a call.I freed one hand to pick it up while changing lanes.The voice on the other end of the phone was announcing a location and asking if he could go.

"Go." I smiled and replied, "It's better to take my car, and always drive safely."

Ye Wenli also smiled there, "Are you going to use me as a barrier to drinking? I was counting on you—well, I'll wait for you."

"See you later."

After hanging up the phone, I continued to drive for a while, and went to a familiar winery to pick up a Glenfiddich 26.I drove again towards Da'an Road, and soon arrived in front of a building.

Ye Wenli was already waiting downstairs.He got into the car and first handed me a bag.

I took it, not wanting to weigh it down, and asked with a smile, "What is it?"

While fastening his seat belt, Ye Wenli said, "Oil-stained tomatoes."

I was surprised, and couldn't help laughing: "What did you do? I didn't know you were so virtuous."

Ye Wenli coughed, and said: "My mother and my sister-in-law did it. They made too much. I went home on the weekend and gave it to me. Please solve it. I'm fed up with tomatoes."

I laughed and had no choice but to say thanks.

I put the paper bag on the back seat, and I drove forward.Ye Wenli asked me to listen to music, turned it away, and heard a female voice in the speaker singing a phrase——When was the last time youthoughtofme?

Or have you completely erased me from your memories?

For two whole weeks—for a whole period, I didn't think much about Zhao Kuanyi.After we ended the call, I haven't received a call from him in the past two weeks; nor have I dialed his number.

I didn't feel bad, but relaxed.May feel trance for longer.As if, there was no beginning with him, so it cannot be said to be the end.

Ben doesn't necessarily want a result either.That's too hard, I thought.

On the contrary, it is about my mother, which makes me miss a lot.The person who is not in the social circle is a middle school art teacher.For religious reasons, I often walk around the Buddhist temple near my home.My aunt used to go there often, and then she took her mother with her, and later, her mother went there by herself, so she slowly made friends.

Only then did he know that it was the first time Zhao Kuanyi bumped into his mother when he was with that person.Many times - mother said, but the situation is ambiguous, and there is always a reason.

The first time I saw it was in a small gallery. Coincidentally, Zhao Kuanyi was acquainted with the owner of the gallery.He has always had art investment, so it is not surprising that he will appear there.

But at that time, in the hotel lobby, my mother was holding hands with that man, which was embarrassing, and there was no way to excuse it.

Of course I can't know what Zhao Kuanyi was thinking on the spot.Looking at my mother weeping and confessing, I can only be speechless; one or two are like this, father and mother, who really cares.

The mother promised to break off the relationship with that person.She didn't think about it for a while.She said that she had always planned to stop.But I think that is easier said than done.

Today is the place of Xinbao director He Rongbao.In his private place, Xinyuyuan Community, located in an alley on Dunhua North Road, the overall layout has been designed so that access is very secret.

Not only himself, but those who have a good relationship with him often borrow this place to hold small banquets or entertain some special guests, whatever the name is.

Not everyone can be a guest, but everyone who can come in is a guest of honor.

When Fang entered the main living room, he could hear music constantly, chatting and laughing were in full swing, the guests sat or stood, and had their own way of dealing with it.Of course, being the host has the advantage of the home court, and everyone greets everyone in the venue.

He Rongbao saw that Ye Wenli and I were coming, and took a few steps to pay his respects.I gave him the wine I took, and he was happy.He said a few more sentences, which brought Ye Wenli and me into another circle of conversation.We are familiar with each other, so we don't need to be too enthusiastic in the greetings, and soon there is a glass of wine and a Bolivar cigar in hand.

Tobacco and alcohol continue, a school of luxury.

The invited actress stood in the living room and sang, and a man went up and wrapped his arms around, seemingly intimately.There are also famous ladies and ladies, chatting and laughing, with some meaning flowing between their eyebrows and eyes.

I don't always stay with Ye Wenli.He had a good reputation in the hearts of certain wives, so he was caught.I sat on a sofa with a group of people, and the topic was turning to international current affairs.

I listened, while drinking, not very focused, looking to the far opposite side.It is another guest room, the door was originally pulled up, and the service person brought the wine in, so it was opened at this time.

There are some people sitting on the sofa at that end.There are men and women, and there is Zhao Kuanyi.

I didn't expect to see him here.He was sitting alone on a sofa, in a straight suit, half turned sideways.As he talked, he struck a fire and lit a cigar in his hand.

He may have been there early.I felt like I wasn't thinking about anything, but I couldn't look away for a moment; someone leaned over, as if calling him, and he turned his face away.

"——how many cups is this?"

Unexpectedly, someone sat down in the empty seat beside him and asked again.It was Ye Wenli, I turned my head to see the faint smile on his face.

I made up my mind and said, "Maybe two cups."

"Maybe?" Ye Wenli raised his eyebrows, took the wine glass in my hand, and drank it down, "I cherish my life very much, Mr. Driver."

I shrugged, hesitated for a moment, and turned around.

The door to the guest room on the opposite side was closed again.I was at a loss in my chest, and I didn't know what emotions I could have.Ye Wenli whispered beside him.

"I heard that Xinbao's chairman has been very active in courting Zhao Kuanyi recently. If he knew, he might be in a hurry to come to He Rongbao's meeting today."

I look at him.

Ye Wenli continued, also suppressing his voice: "Their board of directors will be re-elected in the second half of the year. Zhao Kuanyi currently holds 5.00% of Xinbao's shares, which is not much, but it will have an impact, mainly for subsequent investments."

I expressed my understanding, but I did not express my opinion.

Ye Wenli said casually: "By the way, remember that you are friends with him, don't you want to say hello?"

I laughed and said to him: "Listen to you, there may be a stormy meeting there, so it's better not to go there."

From Ye Wenli's point of view, it seemed that he hesitated to speak.A person sitting next to him suddenly came to ask him a word, and the two of them went on their own.

When we left Xinyuyuan, it was almost one o'clock in the morning.

I drove Ye Wenli home.He drank more later, and he rarely appeared drunk; but he was still able to walk, and his speech was still two-pointed.

But when he got out of the car, his steps seemed unsteady.

"I don't have anything to do tomorrow. I think you might as well rest at home." I sincerely suggested.Chen Liren flew to Malaysia two days ago to see Chen Limin, so there was no need for the morning meeting.

Ye Wenli came back and lowered his body slightly, "How can I be so helpless?"

I spread my hand and waved at him, "Go up."

Ye Wenli smiled, pointed to the paper bag under the footsteps of the back seat, and reminded me, "Remember to take care of it."

I sighed and obeyed.

Ye Wenli smiled, but still didn't walk away, he seemed to be hesitating for something, and suddenly asked: "May I invite you to sit up for a while?"

I smiled and looked at him, "It's too late."

"Ok."

Ye Wen said politely, nodded and closed the car door for me.I watched him turn around and leave until he was out of sight before driving away.