early bird sold out

Everyone knows that Mr. Xi's car is a silver-gray Aston Martin, the same model as James Bond, a classic and luxurious British sports car.

But what everyone doesn't know is that this car, like the sky villa worth hundreds of millions, was actually rented by him from a colleague.

My colleague, surnamed Yu, is rumored to be a widow from the last feudal dynasty. His family members know how to invest, and the accumulated wealth is huge enough for him to spend eight lifetimes at home with his money.In contrast, the nobleness of the Xi family has almost reached the point of poverty.

Those who come out of the scholarly family are not necessarily all scholars. In the old days, they may also be the first batch of gentle scum who smoked opium.

Going forward for another hundred years, the Xi family was also a clan of Jinshi. Unfortunately, the waves were not as good as the waves. When it came to Xi Zhao's father's generation, the qualifications of the descendants were all mediocre, and they still couldn't figure it out. He puts on his stinky airs and refuses to enter the world. He is really sitting and eating.

Of course, sometimes there are individual heresies, such as a certain businessman Xi Zhao who insulted his innocence.

These things in the circle of the Jiangcheng family are all public gossip. Even though Xia Zhizhu never thought that he would really meet Xi Zhao again, he also actively and passively heard many rumors about Mr. Xi.

I heard that he was the highest scorer in Jiangting Middle School in the past 20 years. I heard that he disobeyed his parents' order to study liberal arts and was admitted to the Department of Mathematics of T University. The most copper-smelling place in the world.

After returning to China, Xi Zhao easily took the position of Xingyan's president, and surprisingly, he seemed to be sitting very securely.On the other hand, he seemed to have finally reached a reconciliation with his family, and those people who were used to being yin and yang in front of his parents suddenly put on a smiling face and swarmed over sweetly.

This is also understandable, after all, "big smokers" usually don't have any real source of income, and they have to rely on the cash cow to support them.

It is a pity that although Xi Zhao is the president, he is still renting a house since he left home. The biggest help he can provide his family is to introduce a few trustworthy financial experts to their family trust company. Itches to give some extra mental encouragement.

He was like an ice peak, unattainable, and even the sharpest shovel could not shake a single crumb of it, eliminating any possibility of being chased by flies to suck blood from the very beginning.

The relationship between Xi Zhao and his parents is even more complicated. Although he goes back to visit his elders once a month now, when the psychiatrist Zhao Chuhe tried to suggest to him that he might as well let his parents come to receive treatment together, he has always been indifferent. Xi Zhao, who was very cooperative, just replied a faint "no".

Xia Zhizhu's understanding of Xi Zhao is limited to the part before returning to China, but it is only such a small part, he is already too far away from Mr. Xi.

In terms of background, although the Xi family has long lost its glory in the past, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and it is still much better than most people in the world.

But Xia Zhizhu is different. He didn't make his debut on the talent show back then. In fact, a large part of the reason was that he was a personal trainee and there was no company operation behind him.

He has no money.

He was still very young when he filmed "Heat Stroke", and his salary was not too much. He originally wanted to keep it for college tuition, but Wei Mingxi robbed most of it.A penny is hard for a hero, but Ruan Tang thought about it back then, and finally left only a small part of the expenses for returning home to himself, and left the rest to Yoko Natsume.

They are widowed mothers and orphans who have no blood relationship. From childhood to adulthood, whether at home or abroad, they are always surrounded by gossip.Yoko has paid a lot to raise him, but what Ruan Tang can give her back is only such a small part of her belongings.

The sky outside the car window was very blue. When looking up at the clouds through the gaps in the tall buildings on both sides of the wide road, Xia Zhizhu suddenly remembered the fragile, gentle and tough appearance of that woman.

Hyperamnesia always visits quietly at such moments.

The young boy reflected in the shadow of the window suddenly fell into a state of trance. Xia Zhizhu remembered that he had just returned to her hometown with Yoko at the age of 15. Before that, he had never really been in the context of another foreign language. Among them, although he knows some basic communication under the influence of his guardian, whether it is listening, speaking or reading and writing, he behaves like a child who has just entered the first grade and learned pinyin.

Relatively speaking, Yoko speaks Chinese better, and her accent even has the flavor of Jiangcheng. When living in China, if you don't know your name, most people can't tell that she is not a local.

For Ruan Tang, the new home in Osaka is Yoko’s hometown. Outside the window of the boy’s new bedroom is a tree that is very close. When summer just arrived, the tree was very tender green. He was in high school at that time. , Sometimes when I am writing my homework, I will look up and look out the window.

The wind with the sound of cicadas passing by the boy's neat handwriting, he once thought that he would sit in that corner and spend his whole life.

"Is the cloud beautiful?" Someone asked him.

"Well," Xia Zhizhu nodded lightly, "When the clouds are in motion, they are like bread in the oven..."

He blinked, the sound faded away, there was a red light ahead, the Aston Martin was temporarily parked in the traffic flow, Xia Zhizhu turned his head, his eyes slowly moved up from the slender fingertips of the driver holding the steering wheel with one hand, and finally Still in the midst of beating drums, he met Xi Zhao's peaceful and peaceful gaze.

Be proactive.

Be proactive.

The mouthless bamboo in his heart clenched his fist again to cheer himself up, but his confidence was too loose and loose, harder to hold than sand, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

When he was frustrated, another person broke the silence first.

"Want to listen to music?" Xi Zhao offered to suggest, "Xi Yue has downloaded some songs, you can listen to them on the road."

If Ms. Lily was present at this moment, she would be able to tell immediately that this was a lie—Mr. Xi's car had never been driven by him alone. As the president of an entertainment company, this man didn't even have a driver, and the co-driver was even more perennial. Only his own mobile phone and files have the opportunity to use, not to mention his younger brother.

Now there is really one more person, and he planned for a rainy day. He had consulted the secretary for this person a long time ago, and downloaded some car music himself.

/ say goodbye to me every morning

/ Nightly Candlelight Dating ("Breathing Decisions")

The stories of the two of them will be reversed, which is fine.

The red light turned green, Xi Zhao followed the navigation to turn, and the smooth car drove steadily towards Xia Zhizhu's apartment.

It doesn't sound like a daily routine for the president to drive a celebrity home.

Half an hour ago, when Song Ci pushed open the door of his office, Xi Zhao, who had just passed by after work, turned his head to the side—when he saw a certain face he wanted to see very much, the man's heart twitched slightly, and finally he confessed frankly. The previous sentence "passing by from work" is just a flimsy excuse.

Mr. Xi's luck has always been neither bad nor bad, but today is just right.And as if he didn't react, he suddenly became a little dull.

Yu Jianyi turned his head and raised an eyebrow at Song Ci before coaxing him to leave, but Xi Zhao didn't think much about it.And it wasn't until Xi Yue took his leave immediately, and suddenly there were only the two of them left inside and outside the lively room, that Xi Zhaofang slowly flapped his long eyelashes, looked up at the boy who was still standing there in a daze, and asked softly : "Will you let me take you back?"

It's not a straightforward "Do you want me to take you back", nor is it an overly intimate "Can I send you?"

He was too cunning, even if he was completely unprepared before, the question he blurted out was still a polite sentence that made it difficult for the other party to easily give a negative answer.

What they didn't realize was that even if they hadn't learned "initiative" from Yu Jianyi before, Xia Zhizhu would never say no to him.

Even if he wants to share half of the summer outside the window with Mr. Xi?

Um.Even if it is to share half of the summer outside the window with Mr. Xi.