Master Lu's Black Belly Milk Cake

In the next few days, although Lu Hezhang did not go home, he always felt the presence of Zhongyi in every aspect of his life.

He has to go to class from Monday to Friday, and he doesn't have so much free time to prepare a lunch box and take it to the company. He always orders a flower from the flower shop to send there regularly.

The types of flowers are not necessarily, sometimes roses, sometimes lilies, and sometimes a sunflower blooming brilliantly.

Lu Hezhang couldn't see what Zhong Yi wanted to do.

He was both impatient and ridiculous, and it was the first time he was pursued in such a naive way after living for nearly 30 years, and he was still a young boy.

There are some people around him who try their best to climb into his bed, both men and women, the reason is very simple, one is because he has such a face and figure, and the other is because...

You can tell by looking at Zhong Yi, but with a little care from him, how cleanly those originally difficult things can be handled.

In this way, everyone wants to taste the sweetness, but no one has tasted it.

Lu Hezhang is not frigid, but to be honest, the people he has admired for so many years can't even count on one hand. It is one thing to have high vision, and another is to be busy with work. He doesn't pay attention to these things been on.

It's unbelievable to say it. There are rumors that Lu Hezhang is so romantic that he can pass a leaf among the flowers without touching his body. But in fact, Lu Hezhang's gun has never been used in battle so far, and he has occasionally used it in his own hands. .

But he is sure that liking is not his thing, so the things that this kid is doing now that he thinks he is romantic are just playing tricks in his eyes.

When Lu Hezhang was planning to go home and make it clear to Zhong Yi that he should stop doing these meaningless things, the flowers of the day suddenly stopped.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Lu Hezhang, who didn't wait for the clerk to come to the flower shop, even took the initiative to ask the assistant when he was approving the documents: "The flower delivery person didn't come today?"

The assistant said: "No, but if you need me, I can consult with you."

"no need."

It's just as well if you don't come, so that he doesn't have to send his assistant to sign the rejection list every day.

It seemed that Zhong Yi was frustrated and no longer continued this stupid behavior. Lu Hezhang temporarily canceled his plan to go home and planned to continue working overtime at night.For the project that he cooperated with above, the project proposal has already come out, and he needs to review and revise it himself.

Who would have imagined that this suffering lasted for three consecutive days. He would work until the sun rose almost every day, take a nap for three or four hours in the lounge by the side door of the office, and then get up and continue working.

The high-intensity work for three days in a row still made him a little bit unbearable. This is nonsense. Normal people have to rest for two or three days to recover after a night of sleep. What's more, if he endured lifelessly like him, he didn't die suddenly because he usually went to the gym. diligent.

Fortunately, the matter of the project has finally been finalized, and then the project can be handed over to the people under him to do it.

Lu Hezhang hadn't left his office for three days in a row, thinking that he should go for a walk to get some fresh air, and when he walked to the gate downstairs of the company, he happened to bump into the person who delivered the flowers.

The front desk was communicating with him, and when he saw Lu Hezhang coming, he said in trepidation, "Boss Lu, I'm looking for you."

"Is it Mr. Lu? These are the flowers Mr. Zhong gave you. Please sign for them."

Lu Hezhang put his hands in the pockets of his trousers, and did not reach out to pick up the blooming lily.

He looked at the flower shop clerk and asked him, "You didn't tell Mr. Zhong that I have rejected it many times."

"I said it, but after Mr. Zhong placed an order in our store, I have to deliver it. If you don't accept it, just sign a rejection form. We also charge money for business, so please be considerate."

Lu Hezhang had no intention of embarrassing an unrelated person. He took the flower, and in the name of placing an order, he paid the clerk a sum of money equivalent to his one-month salary.

Just to make him do one thing.

Lu Hezhang threw the flowers into the trash can in front of the clerk, and said slowly: "Please bring a word to Mr. Zhong, and it will end like this if you send flowers over in the future. If he thinks that I gave him too much pocket money, you can Keep doing it."

The clerk stared blankly at the sudden extra month's salary in his balance, and suddenly realized that he seemed to be involved in some wealthy family's grievances.

Lu Hezhang returned to the office full of anger, not understanding why everything seemed out of his control.

In his prediction, Zhong Yi would spend the entire university period safely under his protection, take the postgraduate entrance examination, or directly engage in some art work, and become a well-known painter.At that time, he would let Zhong Yi start to be independent, and occasionally funded a painting exhibition for him, so that he could become what he wanted to see.

But he never imagined that Zhong Yi would dare to think that way about him.

He forgot that people are not machines, people have feelings, and liking is far more complicated than he imagined.

The next day, when Lu Hezhang thought that Zhong Yi should restrain himself, the clerk who delivered the flowers arrived as scheduled.

This time he asked the front desk to let the clerk come up, and the clerk held a bunch of about twelve roses and said tremblingly: "Sorry, Mr. Lu, for disturbing you again. This is my job and I can't help it."

Lu Hezhang called his assistant to come in, and asked him quietly, "See if there is a suitable place to put it."

The assistant lowered his head, how dare he speak at this time.

Lu Hezhang's voice became a little colder, "I think the trash can is very suitable."

When the clerk heard this, he immediately handed the flower to the assistant, who threw it into the trash can.

He couldn't leave after the flowers were dealt with. He took out his mobile phone and said hesitantly, "Mr. Lu... Well, Mr. Zhong asked me to bring you a sentence."

Lu Hezhang saw that Zhong Yi really didn't know how to be afraid of people now, and said sharply, "Say."

The clerk cleared his throat, and said cautiously, "Mr. Zhong said: 'Mr. Lu, I have sold a few paintings recently, and I have a small amount of money, which is enough to buy you flowers. If you want to use this method Spoil your boy's first earning money and keep throwing it away.'”

Sitting behind the office, Lu Hezhang silently bent a pen.

The clerk was so nervous that his soul was about to fly, but there was no way, these two gave too much!

Assistants and clerks lined up, and they didn't dare to move. Although he didn't work here for a long time, he could tell that the president was obviously agitated!

As soon as Lu Hezhang opened his mouth, his voice was terrifyingly deep.

"Assistant, now you follow this clerk to their store and ask the boss how much it will cost to sell this store."

The assistant cheered up and said, "Obey!"

It took six figures to sell the store, and Lu Hezhang thought that he could finally stop for a few days, but who knew that the person with the bouquet would appear at the company gate on time at five o'clock in the afternoon the next day.

Lu Hezhang suppressed his anger and asked his assistant to bring this person up, and found that... Zhong Yi was really clever, so he changed to another flower shop.

The clerk held a rose and said cautiously: "Mr. Lu, these are flowers given to you by Mr. Zhong. Please sign for them."

Lu Hezhang: "...Assistant."

Assistant: "Understood."

On that day, Lu Hezhang's company opened up a new business and sold all the flower shops in the city.