The bird raised by the boss has lost his memory

Song Zhixia quickly adjusted his expression: "Mr. Chu."

Chen Ye was a little surprised. He got along with Song Zhixia every day, but he didn't know that Song Zhixia knew this person?

In front of everyone, Song Zhixia slowly walked towards Chu Jing.

Chu Jing turned to look at President Zixing: "Your company even needs to share the dressing room?"

The president of Zixing couldn't help sinking his heart. He originally thought that Song Zhixia had no foundation and connections. He just turned a blind eye to the poor treatment he received in the company before. He didn't expect Song Zhixia to know Chu. scene.

What is their relationship?Why did Chu Jing, who never meddles in other people's business, open his mouth to ask about this matter?

On a cold winter's day, he took out a square towel and wiped his sweat: "Haha, under special circumstances, Zhixia is the backbone of our company. The company has always treated such talents well. If you don't believe me, you can ask Zhixia, right?"

He gave Song Zhixia a look, and Song Zhixia seemed to be slow in responding, and he answered after a while: "Yes, everything is fine."

The president of Purple Star Baba watched, praying for some other more representative and special words to come out of his mouth, but he didn't wait.

Chu Jing said in a long voice: "So this is the so-called corporate culture."

President Zixing's heart sank, and the people around him didn't dare to say a word. They had all experienced Chu Jing's ups and downs in the mall, and no one dared to guess what he meant by his words.

The secretary arranged for a makeup artist, and even dragged Bai Qi out of the dressing room.

Seeing Bai Qi, the first reaction in President Zixing's mind was how to teach this little bastard when he returned home, and he said expressionlessly: "Bai Qi, apologize to Song Zhixia!"

Bai Qi didn't know what happened yet, when he saw his own father, he was ordered to apologize before he even said a word, he looked confused: "Dad?"

"Who is your father!" President Zixing emphasized, "Who told you to rob someone else's dressing room? Apologize!"

Although Bai Qi was arrogant, he was not a fool. It was obvious that something was wrong with the current situation. His father, the leaders of the company were all present, as well as Chu Jing.

Such a trivial matter, as for making him look ugly in front of so many people?

After being quiet for a while, Bai Qi looked at Song Zhixia and said word by word, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have robbed your dressing room."

Song Zhixia smiled, and said generously: "It's okay, you are a senior, let you do what you should."

Hearing this tea talk again, Bai Qi almost vomited blood with anger.

The company has no free makeup artist at the moment, and the president of Zixing arranged a special makeup artist for Song Zhixia. There is an exclusive store, and he can just take a taxi there.

The things on Zixing's side were almost discussed, and Chu Jing also planned to go back, so the two stopped by and happened to be together.

Strictly speaking, Song Zhixia didn't take Chu Jing's car very often, and Chu Jing had a lot of eccentricities, and he didn't like others to ride in other cars.

When sitting in the back seat with Chu Jing, Chen Ye in the front was still polite: "Oh, that's so embarrassing, I'm sorry to trouble you."

But the action of fastening the seat belt is fast.

Chu Jing was sitting in the back seat with an old god, and he didn't have any intention of opening his mouth. The driver was used to this, and he opened his mouth to greet Chen Ye.

Hearing that the other party didn't want to say more, Chen Ye tactfully stopped talking, and instead sent Song Zhixia a message frantically.

[Chen Ye: How did you meet him? 】

[Chen Ye: I thought we were bound to suffer again this time, but fortunately, the boss came from heaven! ! 】

Song Zhixia thought calmly, this posture of yours is not the same as when you scolded people and tried to persuade you in the morning, he moved his fingers and sent a message to fool you.

[Song Zhixia: I met at the reception, he is very nice and likes to help others]

Chen Ye quietly glanced at Chu Jing's indifferent face from the rearview mirror, and told himself several times from the bottom of his heart that people should not be judged by appearances.

[Chen Ye: The boss is so kind, it turns out that under that indifferent appearance, there is such a warm heart hidden]

A faint smile appeared in Song Zhixia's eyes, feeling that this sentence was full of comedy effect, he glanced at the people around him out of the corner of his eye.

Chu Jingping was leaning on the leather seat, his legs were slightly apart, his crisp suit was clean and tidy, and his lines were neat. He closed his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes cast shadows on his eyelids, and his face showed no expression at all, making him look extraordinarily unkind.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, looked at Song Zhixia for a while, and said without warning, "Stretch out your hand."

Song Zhixia is light?He sighed, a little puzzled, he looked at the hand stretched out in front of him, and put it on with a little hesitation.

Unexpectedly, Chu Jing didn't intend to shake him, but hit him backhanded.

With a bang, an extremely crisp sound spread in the compartment.

Song Zhixia was in pain, and withdrew his hand like a conditioned reflex.

Chu Jing raised his eyelids slightly: "Does it hurt?"

Hearing the movement, Chen Ye turned around, a little surprised, just now he praised him for being helpful, but now he started beating people?What is this number?

Song Zhixia's skin was tender, but Chu Jing's blow was weak, and the entire back of his hand was red.

He replied, "Of course it hurts."

"Then remember it well, next time someone bullies you, you have to fight back." Chu Jing put his hands back on his lap, and said coldly, "I won't care if I get bullied to the head again in the future."

Song Zhixia nodded: "Okay."

Chen Ye could only feel that the big boss who was ruthless on the surface and warm on the inside quickly collapsed in his heart.

The makeup and hair styling this time is completely different from before, and the super makeup artist will also be responsible for all of Song Zhixia's styling.

The shooting in the afternoon was very smooth. After finishing the styling, Song Zhixia was full of youthful feeling. He was riding a bicycle down the high slope. He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. The tip of his head sprinkled light like golden scales on his body, which was full of flamboyance and wantonness.

As soon as the studio released the makeup and hairstyle, it was immediately trending, and an army of fans rushed over to lick their faces, shouting that dreaming back to their school days, Song Zhixia has the taste of a campus male god.

In stark contrast, Bai Qi told Reuters in the afternoon that his skin was in poor condition, his makeup was not neat, and all his body defects and facial features were magnified.

[Stunned, aren't Song Zhixia and Bai Qi from the same company?It is said that the makeup team is also the same, why the difference is so big, I am convinced]

[One day at a time, I haven't seen Song Zhixia's handsomeness before, but his appearance this time is really cute, too tender, the country owes me Song Zhixia]

[Removal of popular searches is so fast hahahaha, I feel like a big melon]

[One thing to say, didn't Song Zhixia win the Newcomer Award, he is the star who won the Newcomer Award the fastest in history, right? Naturally, the coffee position is different from Bai Qi, so it's not surprising that he changed his makeup and hair]

[My family knows that even without makeup, Xia looks good without makeup, and makeup is completely like a fairy]

Bai Qi, who saw these remarks, was naturally so angry that he lost his mind. He lost his temper and asked the team to publicize and invite the navy.

In a quiet old house, a middle-aged man in a Tang suit is concentrating on writing. There are many big books piled up around him, and the whole big desk looks disorganized.

The young man in a suit took a tablet, walked quickly through the carved arch, bypassed the ink screen, came to the middle-aged man, bent down and respectfully said: "Mr. Tang, this is the latest batch of auditions, take a look."

The middle-aged man took the tablet, picked a few at random, looked at them, and threw them back with dissatisfaction: "They're all ostentatious."

The young man showed embarrassment: "This is already the fifth batch. If you can't find a suitable male lead, I'm afraid it will delay the start."

"I can't find a suitable person, so I would rather not turn on the phone." The middle-aged man in Tang suit put the Langhao pen in his hand on the shelf heavily, raised his hand and waved it, with the palm facing inward and the back of the palm facing outward, "Go ahead, don't wait It bothers me so much that I can’t even write.”

The young man couldn't help it, so he answered yes, took the tablet away, pressed exit, and an advertisement popped up at the top of the screen, Spring Breeze is not as good as you, click to see the scene of the campus male god driving...

The middle-aged man in Tang suit suddenly held him down and looked at the tablet: "Wait a minute."

The young man didn't know why, so he also looked at the tablet. After seeing the push, he clenched his fingers tightly. Now these advertisements are all messed up!

The next moment, the middle-aged man took the tablet away, clicked on the advertisement, a soft and cheerful background sound played, and then a cyclist appeared on the screen.

His eyes lit up a little bit.

The birthday party of the Patriarch of the Chu family was extremely grand, and the banquet was held at the villa on the top of the mountain. In fact, with their level of wealth and status, the birthday party was also very commercial in nature, and the guests who came and went were all dignified.

Chu Qingrong was pulled up by his wife early to wash and change clothes, and received guests.

Although it was severe winter, the whole site was decorated with lush greenery, and the expanse of green lawn was pleasing to the eye, dotted with flowers, which made people feel like they were there in an instant and felt like spring was coming.

The crow quietly landed on the branch, and its sesame eyes quietly watched the crowd.

It was almost evening when Song Zhixia and Chu Jing arrived.

At least a few hundred people came to the scene, their clothes fragrant and their temples shadowed, it was very lively.

Chu Jing arranged for someone to take Song Zhixia to visit the Chu residence, and went to see Chu Qingrong himself first.

The servant who brought Song Zhixia was very kind: "You can call me Aunt Liu, it's the first time I've seen Ah Jing bring someone back."

The young man in front of her was young and handsome, and her pale blue eyes were very beautiful. Aunt Liu asked curiously, "Are you a mixed race?"

Song Zhixia made a comparison in front of his eyes with his fingers, and said with a smile, "A little bit, my mother has mixed blood."

"You look so good-looking, your mother must also be a great beauty." Aunt Liu praised casually.

The Chu house is very large, inherited from the ancestors of the Chu family, and after renovation, it covers an area of ​​[-] square meters.

Aunt Liu took Song Zhixia for a walk to introduce, and at the same time talked about Chu Jing's childhood. Song Zhixia is a good listener and will respond in due course.

The two went through the spiral staircase to the second floor. There was a family portrait hanging on the wall, which was like an oil painting. In the center of the family portrait was a pair of gray-haired old people. Next to the old people stood the Chu family couple, and behind them stood the younger Chu Jing. Next to Chu Jing was a young man who was about his age.

"This is the old man and the old lady, and Mrs. Chu, Mrs. Chu, this is Young Master Chu, and this is the Second Young Master."

Song Zhixia looked at the family portrait quietly, and asked casually, "Mr. Chu still has a younger brother?"

"Yes."

Song Zhixia noticed that Aunt Liu, who was always talkative, paused for a long time on this question, and took the initiative to answer: "Brothers who grew up together, they have a good relationship, right?"

"Uh, how should I put it?" Aunt Liu said with a smile, "It's okay."

Song Zhixia had an idea in his mind, and he turned to look at the last person in the family portrait, which was a charming and beautiful woman: "Who is this?"

"She is also a star just like you," Aunt Liu said with a more natural attitude, smiling, "She is Master Chu's younger sister and Young Master Chu's aunt. She is amazing. Many people know her, and she was once very popular."

It was a smash hit, and these four words rolled across Song Zhixia's heart like needles.

But he didn't see any abnormalities on the surface, and he was still gentle and dignified.

"This is our whole family. Master Chu's pre-adult bedroom is upstairs. I'll take you to see it." Aunt Liu took the lead to go up.

The red-brown solid wood floor is bright, and there are various oil paintings on the walls. The whole corridor is very quiet.

Song Zhixia stopped in front of a certain oil painting and looked up. He whispered the name of the painting: "Female Fortune Teller."

"Huh?" Aunt Liu also stopped, she couldn't understand these, all the paintings looked the same to her, "You mean the name of this painting?"

Song Zhixia got close to the painting and twirled his fingers: "This is an imitation painting, it really looks like it."

The Lady Fortune Teller is one of the ten most famous paintings in the world and should now be in the Louvre.

The main features of this painting are the strong contrast between light and dark colors, the picture is simple, and the characters are well-created. On the surface, the female fortune-teller seems to be showing the knight, but no one knows what she actually wants to do.

Aunt Liu scratched her head: "I really don't know much about this. This painting was drawn by my second young master."

Song Zhixia stepped back a little, and looked at it under a brighter field of vision and light: "Your second young master... is a very special person."

No one has ever told Aunt Liu about this, she asked curiously, "How?"

"The female fortune-teller he drew is blood-red all over and has gloomy eyes, which doesn't look like someone looking at someone." Song Zhixia clasped his hands and took another step back. He looked again, but didn't say anything after that.

It wasn't like looking at the knight, but instead, her eyes kept falling on the knight's chest. There was a sharp thing in her sleeve reflecting white light. She wanted to kill the knight and pierce his heart.

The color contrast of the original painting is already sharp enough, but the color of this painting is bold, staring at it for a long time, giving people a strong sense of negativity, which is extremely uncomfortable.

Song Zhixia blinked lightly, feeling that the eyeballs were a little sore, he raised his hand and rubbed it.

"Special?" A smiling voice suddenly came from behind, "Where did this kid come from?"

Rubbing his eyes halfway, Song Zhixia turned his head, the sour tear in the corner of his eye was hanging on his eyelashes, like pear blossoms in the rain, half of his face was handsome and soft, in the dimly lit corridor, he looked like a dusty pearl.

Before his vision was clear, his chin was pinched and lifted suddenly, and his light breath sprayed his cheeks.

The man wearing the black prayer beads held a tissue in his hand to help him wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Song Zhixia opened his eyes and saw someone coming.

Medium-length hair, red phoenix eyes, fierce eyes, two loose buttons on the shirt, revealing a small half of the chest, a red-brown trench coat hanging down to the ankle, and black bloomers tucked into high-top Martin boots.

There was a smile on the corner of the man's lips, and he took a step back later: "It hurts to cry."

The moment he saw him, Song Zhixia vaguely guessed who he was: "Second Young Master Chu?"

He looks a lot like the picture in the family photo.

The man made a sound: "Remove the word, Chu Huai, thank you."

Aunt Liu introduced: "Second Young Master, this is brought home by Eldest Young Master, uh, friend, let me show him around."

"Since it was my brother's order, then I must treat him well." The smile on Chu Huai's face deepened, "Aunt Liu, go get busy."

Aunt Liu subconsciously felt that something was wrong. She stayed at home for a long time, and knew that the two brothers Chu Huai and Chu Jing were incompatible, and if Chu Huai took Chu Jing's guests, would he still be able to get out of the Chu residence properly?

"I'm afraid it's not very good." Aunt Liu put on a smile on her face, "You have finally returned home, and you haven't rested yet. Let me do the trivial matter of entertaining guests."

Chu Huai put one hand on Song Zhixia's shoulder, and smiled slightly: "So, I don't have the right to speak in this family?"

He seemed to be genuinely asking questions.

"Or," Chu Huai turned his head to look at Song Zhixia, "are you afraid that I will eat him?"

Although he was smiling, behind him was the blood-colored fortune teller with a knife, and he felt extremely oppressive.

Song Zhixia stepped forward and said, "Aunt Liu, I'm fine. Since he's Mr. Chu's younger brother, he must be a good man."

Aunt Liu really wanted to say that Song Zhixia was good at seeing paintings, but her ability to see people was really not that good, but she didn't say it after all. She held back for a long time, said "I'll go to work first, and then left."

There were only the two of them left in the corridor. Song Zhixia backed away, kept a distance from Chu Huai, and nodded slightly: "I have almost finished the tour, don't bother you to show me the way, I remember the way back."

This person made him feel uncomfortable, and his instinct told him to keep his distance.

A long leg stretched out, blocking his way, Chu Huai looked at him firmly: "You are the little thing that Chu Jing raised outside?"

Song Zhixia said indifferently: "Is there something wrong?"

Chu Huai leaned against the wall, with a smile on his lips: "What are you plotting against him?"

Song Zhixia put his hands in his pockets: "What does this have to do with you?"

His arm was suddenly pinned down, Chu Huai leaned over and looked at him from a close distance: "I can guess it even if you don't tell me, let me try. First of all, it must not be money."

Song Zhixia didn't resist: "I advise you to let go first."

"Secondly, it's not about benefits." Chu Huai counted them one by one, as if he thought the game was quite interesting.

"Then it's just—"

Before he could finish his sentence, someone grabbed his collar and swung it aside. Chu Huai slammed into the wall, and the smell of blood spread rapidly from his chest.

The man's cuffs were rolled up, revealing his thin forearms. He moved his wrists and said indifferently: "It's a meeting gift, remember to notify in advance next time you go home."

Chu Huai wiped the corner of his lower lip, staggered up from the ground, and sneered twice.

Walking in front of Song Zhixia, Chu Jing frowned at him for a while, took his hand, and when passing by Chu Huai, he paused slightly, and said, "It won't be so simple to touch my things in the future."

Chu Huai licked the blood between his teeth, and smiled at Song Zhixia: "Looking forward to our next meeting."

Saying these words in this situation is completely provocative, and Chu Jing was about to stride forward to teach him to be a man, Song Zhixia quickly grabbed him: "Mr. Chu, today is Mr. Chu's fiftieth birthday, please calm down first! "

Chu Jing looked at him expressionlessly, and slowly relaxed his tense muscles.

Song Zhixia said politely to Chu Huai, "We won't have the chance to see each other again."

From the moment the painting appeared, he should have known that nothing good would happen.

Chu Huai smiled back at him and shrugged his shoulders.

The two left, passed the corner of the corridor, and the vision became wider. The main banquet hall is downstairs. Many guests are drinking and dancing, and soft music is played in the hall.

Chu Jing pushed open the door casually, and said coldly, "Are you going in by yourself or shall I help you?"

It was an ordinary room with nothing but a desk and a bed.

Looking at his expression, Song Zhixia's throat tightened: "What does this mean?"

"If you do something wrong, you should reflect on it." Chu Jing was like a cold and heartless machine at the moment: "You should be lucky. If you were my employee, you should have been fired by now. Now I only let you reflect, which is kind enough .”

He said impatiently: "Can you go in?"