The bird raised by the boss has lost his memory

Song Zhixia smiled: "I'm currently involved in lawsuits, and I still have a fierce battle with Zixing. Since we are friends, I won't drag you down."

Yan Yu was very measured, and only raised his glass: "If you need help, just say it."

He has always been like this, when he sensed Song Zhixia's intentions, he would not say anything further, but would respect his wishes.

Yan Yu calmly changed the topic to another place, and the chat atmosphere became relaxed and cheerful again.

Eyeing one side, Yan Yu unexpectedly met Dao's eyes.

Chu Jing seemed to have just discovered the two of them, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He was sitting on the deck, and there were only mobile phones and wine on the table in front of him. The clear light scattered around him, casting a few shadows, making the outline even sharper.

Those eyes are extremely deep and deep, and they can't see the bottom.

The two looked at each other, Yan Yu pulled the corner of her lower lip, and raised a glass to him politely.

In the current situation, this action seemed to be slightly provocative.

According to Chu Jing's temperament, there would probably be an explosion, and the next moment he would get up and walk over without any explanation, and take Song Zhixia away by force.

But what was surprising was that Chu Jing didn't make any moves.

He just looked at Yan Yu for a while, then turned his eyes away and landed on Song Zhixia.

Song Zhixia didn't notice anything, he just drank by himself with a slight smile on his lips.

If anyone can make him feel undefended and relaxed, that person can only be Yan Yu.

Yan Yu tilted his head and said something to Song Zhixia, he was slightly taken aback, and then the smile spread like ripples on the surface of water, and it lasted for a long time.

A few strands of hair fell on the brow bone of the young man, a little messy.

Yan Yu stretched out her hand and helped him straighten his hair with natural movements.

Song Zhixia raised his head and thanked him, he drank a little too much, his eyes were dyed a little bright, against the blue eyes, like the sunset glow in the deep sea, with a special flavor.

This scene fell into Chu Jing's eyes, and he stared intently.

The secretary was reporting to him, and in the middle of speaking, seeing him staring in a certain direction, his words involuntarily stopped.

Unexpectedly, Chu Jing tilted his head and glanced at her lightly: "The market share is expected to account for 40.00%, what's the next step to publicize the expansion plan?"

The secretary who was a little slack tensed up again, picked up the main points of the report and read it. After reading, she said: "Mr. Chu, this trip plan exceeded expectations, and we can't delay any longer. The company is waiting for you to go back."

"Ah."

The secretary quietly wondered what this "um" meant. Song Zhixia's ups and downs here can be said to be ups and downs. It was related to Chu Qingrong before, but now Chu Qingrong has solved it, but there is another Zixing Sao operation. It is related to Song Zhixia's future.

They, Mr. Chu, seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit. They ignored this man for three years, and now they care about him extremely in the past six months, wishing they could hold him in their palms.

But what's the use, up to now, Song Zhixia hasn't even looked him in the eye.

Chu Jing said: "I'll leave later, help me prepare the car."

The secretary came back to his senses: "I'll prepare right away."

She left the bar first to contact the driver.

Chu Jing sat where he was, and wanted to see Song Zhixia again.

Long-standing self-control is put into good use at this moment.

He closed his eyes slightly, trying to hypnotize himself that he had never seen Song Zhixia in the bar.

Chu Jing picked up the rum and took a sip. The liquor had been left for a long time, and all the ice cubes sank, making it strong and sweet.

The wine got into his throat, he couldn't control himself, he raised his eyes and looked towards Song Zhixia.

Song Zhixia was the only one left at the bar. He propped his chin with one hand, his slender and thick eyelashes drooped, and the corners of his lips were moist and bright, like a classical painting with heavy ink and color.

Yan Yu disappeared.

Chu Jing seemed to have been bewitched by some kind of temptation, and there were voices in his ears that tempted him to get closer, and even closer.

The person I've been longing for is right in front of me, and the self-control I'm proud of is completely nullified.

The man stood up and walked towards the person at the bar step by step.

Until he came to the young man.

Song Zhixia was a little slow after drinking, and raised his eyes slowly, and narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw someone coming.

Fragments of light fell on the bottom of his eyes, like crumbled colorful sparks, as beautiful as a fairy.

Chu Jing rolled his Adam's apple: "Are you drunk?"

Song Zhixia didn't speak, but still looked at him motionless.

Chu Jing raised his hand, and it lightly landed in front of his eyes, stopping at a distance where he wanted to get close but didn't dare.

"I'm leaving," he whispered, "you take care of yourself."

The shallow breath sprayed his palm, warm and itchy, like a feather scratching lightly.

"Yan Yu..." Chu Jing paused, his voice lowered, and he could hardly hear what he was saying.

"He is more patient, gentle and considerate than me."

"Even if you choose him to help you, I can rest assured."

The education that Chu Jing received from childhood was to be the best, and ignored everything else.

He is proud and conceited, he feels he is the center of the world.

It is very difficult for such a person to admit that others are better than himself.

But Chu Jing said it today, these are all objective facts.

When he moved his hands away, Chu Jing saw the young man lying on his arms, and fell asleep with his head up.

He slept peacefully and peacefully, and his whole body was extremely relaxed.

All the ups and downs in his heart that he experienced just now disappeared, and Chu Jing felt impulsive.

If you want time to stop at this second.