The bird raised by the boss has lost his memory

When Song Zhixia received the call, he was having dinner with the brand owner. After drinking for three rounds, he had a bad stomach, and Chen Ye blocked most of the wine.

As soon as the connection was made, Chu Jing's voice came from the other end of the phone: "The location is sent to you, come here and get it."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone neatly.

Song Zhixia put the phone aside, his peaceful mood was completely ruined by this call. He knew Chu Jing very well and knew that he would find him sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.

Delaying it will do him no good, so he doesn't need to think about it. He smiled apologetically at the brand operation director: "I'm sorry, I have something to do at the moment."

The director of operations was drinking happily. Hearing this, he asked, "What's the matter, leave after eating half?"

Song Zhixia smiled lightly: "An important toolbox at home is broken, which makes all the appliances unusable. I have to go home and have a look, otherwise something serious will happen."

The director of operations is a warm-hearted person, and immediately said: "This matter is worth seeing in person? I'll find you a master electrician."

Song Zhixia politely declined: "No, thank you, this toolbox is a little short-tempered, no one can resist it."

Speaking of this, how can Chen Ye not know what's going on, he was angry and helpless for a while, put down his wine glass and said to him: "Zhixia has something to ask him to go first, it's okay, why don't I drink with you."

Although the brand side was a little unhappy when the spokesperson left after drinking half of the wine, Song Zhixia couldn't force him to stay because of something, so he had to let him go.

After leaving the hotel, Song Zhixia took a special car and left.

It was already an hour later when we arrived at the racecourse.

The racecourse covers an area of ​​several thousand square meters, with some trees planted around it, and a small western-style building rises in the middle of the lawn. This racecourse is not commercial in nature. A friend of Chu Jing loves raising horses, so he invested in the building for himself. Open to the outside world.

When Song Zhixia entered, everyone in the living room on the first floor was playing in full swing, the world was full of music, shuffling the cards, shaking the dice, playing billiards, all kinds of sounds mixed together, like a paradise of bliss.

And across the crowd, a tall and slender figure was sitting on a rocking chair on the balcony, with a handsome and three-dimensional profile in the smog. Eye, beckoning him to come over.

Song Zhixia's temperament is really special, like a calm lake, quiet and elegant, out of tune with the surrounding environment, he attracted most people's attention when he came.

He walked towards Chu Jing and walked up to him: "Mr. Chu."

The two sat and stood, and outside the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows was a large open field and a foggy blue sky. The horizon seemed to be far away, and occasionally birds flew by, fleeting.

Chu Jing patted his leg, without him saying anything, Song Zhixia bent down and squatted down: "Do you have any orders?"

As a lover, Song Zhixia can't find any faults from hair to toe. He is gentle, considerate, and sensible. He can understand what he wants to do with just one look. The most important thing is that face, which is one in a million.

Chu Jing looked at him from an overhead angle, as if he just mentioned casually: "Can you smoke?"

Song Zhixia shook his head. He had a bad stomach, and he drank as little as possible of tobacco and alcohol. Chen Ye looked at him as if he was his own brother, and would never let him have a chance to touch these things.

Chu Jing put the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray and nibbled it twice, then handed it to his mouth: "Open your mouth."

The pure white slender smoke is sandwiched between the knuckle fingers, and the very faint mint fragrance can be smelled between the wrists.

Song Zhixia squatted next to his knees, her thin lips almost touched the smoke, he raised his head, his water blue eyes looked at him for a moment, and suddenly smiled, it was a very shallow smile, like a branch blooming in early spring Pure white flowers.

"Although I won't, I will naturally smoke the cigarette Mr. Chu handed me."

After finishing speaking, he put his fingers on Chu Jing's legs naturally, leaned forward slightly, parted his red lips slightly, and lightly bit the cigarette butt with his white teeth.

Chu Jing didn't move, just looked at him like this.

Song Zhixia took a deep breath, it was pungent and pungent. To a person who had never smoked, it was like stuffing ash into his lungs. He was choked, coughed, and a thin layer of mist soon covered his eyes.

The beauty is beyond the skin, the facial features of the youth are a bit mixed, the jawline is smooth, and the skin is so delicate that it almost glows. In fact, if it is any one, it will feel pity to some extent.

But Chu Jing seemed to have transcended normal men, not even normal people, he passed the whole cigarette over indifferently: "Smoked."

Song Zhixia took a puff and coughed, and by the last puff, he almost coughed out his lungs.

After smoking, he extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray and said hoarsely, "Can I have a glass of water?"

Behind the two of them, there were countless curious eyes staring at this side. Among them, the most excited and blatant one was Lu Chen.

He came over with a glass of whiskey and handed it to Song Zhixia, with a flattering expression: "Zhixia, drink this."

Song Zhixia glanced at him and had a vague impression of this man.

When he first agreed to Chu Jing, once when Chu Jing took him to a reception to discuss business, Song Zhixia placed an order, and this person came up to strike up a conversation.

Song Zhixia couldn't remember what happened afterwards, but this person should be Chu Jing's friend.

His throat was a little uncomfortable, and he gently declined, "I want to drink some warm water."

He stood up and wanted to get it himself.

"Song Zhixia," Chu Jing who was sitting in the chair said lightly, "Everyone is drinking, but you are the only one drinking water? Who will show your hypocrisy?"

The footsteps going out stopped instantly, Song Zhixia turned his head and looked at Lu Chen who was holding the wine beside him.

Lu Chen smiled at him, and hurriedly passed the wine closer.

Chu Jing is obsessed with cleanliness. He has always disliked people who touch him. People in the circle know this well. No one has ever dared to think wrongly about Song Zhixia, but now Chu Jing actually let Song Zhixia drink from him. How could Lu Chen not understand the subtext?He almost exploded with excitement!

To be honest, he fell in love with Song Zhixia from the first time he saw him. If he had the chance to touch this kind of best in the world, what regret would he have?

Song Zhixia reached out to take the glass of wine. Ice was added to the reddish-brown liquid, and clusters of fine bubbles appeared from time to time.

When he drank that glass of wine, Song Zhixia's throat hurt like a fire. At that moment, what he thought in his mind was, ah, tomorrow's dubbing in the recording studio must be postponed.

Lu Chen watched the beauty in front of him drink up the wine, her red lips were bright and moist, and her cheeks turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. He stretched out his hand and pulled Song Zhixia's wrist: "Zhixia, we have heard about you for a long time, come and talk to us Play together."

He drank too quickly, and Song Zhixia felt a little lack of oxygen after drinking. When he realized it, he had already been pulled to the booth, and the surrounding men and women were all looking at him with great interest.

Not far away, Chu Jing sat in a relaxed posture, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, as if even a bird outside the window attracted his attention more than Song Zhixia.

Song Zhixia's heart sank.