There is a crematorium, I won't say who it is

Yucheng Hotel spent the whole morning, and finally concealed the news that the boss of the group almost injured and disabled people.

The final result is private, no one is surprised.It is wishful thinking for a small star to dare to compete with a rich and powerful capitalist.

At noon, Nian Yucheng specially asked his assistant to drive a few RVs and invited everyone to visit his private winery. He only said that the hospitality was poor and he felt guilty.

Xie Wen, who thought he could return to the city quickly, finally followed the crowd into the car in Nianyucheng.

The caravan drove all the way, left the resort hotel, and drove into the luxury villa area on the outskirts of the city.A housekeeper had long been waiting by the iron gate to welcome them in.

Nian Yucheng seemed to have just remembered that he had a project to invest in a music education group. He got out of the car and took a few partners and Xie Wen to the office on the second floor of the villa. They had a pleasant conversation.

In fact, apart from managing He Rijun Come Back, Xie Wen spends the rest of his time on large and small concerts. Since graduating from university, he has already accumulated a lot of savings.He is not very good at managing assets, so he handed over this power to his assistant and manager Meng Shu.

But someone can take care of financial management, but they can't talk about business. Sometimes when they talk about cooperation with people in other circles, Meng Shu can't do anything, and it all depends on Xie Wen himself.

Running a music school is not just Xie Wen's attention. Many people in the symphony orchestra want to join this project, which is why Xie Wen doesn't like to participate in this kind of entertainment but still accepts the invitation.

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when everyone walked out of the study, Nian Yucheng shook hands with them one by one, and when he arrived at Xie Wen's place, he smiled very kindly.

"Are you interested in visiting my wine cellar?" Nian Yucheng took them into the elevator, "If you like them, take them away, and I will definitely give up."

"Nian Zong has invited us, there is no reason for us not to go."

Everyone accepted the invitation with great dignity.

The elevator arrived at the basement floor and entered the wine cellar. The temperature dropped and the air became dry. The bright lights illuminated the brown wooden wall cabinets leading to the ceiling.

Xie Wen didn't expect that the real estate industry was so rich. The wine displayed on this wall added up to at least hundreds of millions. If you go further inside, you don't know how much.

The people present were obviously surprised by the extravagance of Nianyu City. Someone sighed: "I have met many friends who are interested in collecting, and none of them are as willing to spend money and thought as you, Mr. Nian. They are all small Nao, how can your wine cellar be luxurious."

"Yeah, doesn't Mr. Sun who came with us this time also loves wine? Last time I went to his house for two drinks, the room was not one-tenth the size of Mr. Nian's here."

"Before I met someone who liked to collect all kinds of antiques. I have some at home, but it is not as valuable as the collection value of this wine cellar."

Xie Wen took a leisurely walk behind everyone, stopping from time to time to look at the wine glasses placed in the display cabinet beside him, the voice of the conversation passed into his mind, and the brain accurately captured Jiang Zhiye's name.

"Mr. Jiang likes to collect musical instruments? I heard that a certain piano work by the Italian master Bartolomeo is in his hands, and the market price is 4000 million."

"Yes, but I think Mr. Jiang just bought it for fun. It's not very practical to put it at home for decoration."

At this time, someone lowered his voice and said: "You are all thinking wrong, Mr. Jiang doesn't like musical instruments, he obviously likes stamp collectors, how many people have changed around him over the years, and none of them can stick to it."

Another person joked: "Where is Mr. Jiang's problem? It's clearly those people who wanted to be in the top position but annoyed Mr. Jiang. We have known each other for so long, who do you think he has been interested in?"

Everyone agrees.

Xie Wen listened for a while, and found that this Jiang Zhiye had long been famous, a well-known public lover in the circle, many young people lined up to want to sleep with him, and even had a one-night stand.

Such a person will never be concerned about feelings, let alone guarding male virtues.Xiao Ming must not be deceived by people like Jiang Zhiye.

Xie Wen drew a big red cross for Jiang Zhiye in his heart.

After visiting the exhibition area, Nian Yucheng was called away by a phone call, and everyone went for a walk in other places together. Xie Wen asked for a glass of wine from the butler, took two sips, and coughed violently.

He had nowhere to go with the wine in his hand. He walked around the complicated doors and roads a few times, and saw many people drinking at the bar from a distance.

Sitting at a small table in the corner of the bar was Jiang Zhiye, who was chatting with the man in a suit across from him about something that a layman like Xie Wen couldn't understand.

Many boys around looked at this place as if nothing, and when there was no one around Jiang Zhiye, they went up to say hello shyly.

Jiang Zhiye showed no expression, it was precisely this alienated attitude that made him look a bit more stern and more attractive.

Xie Wen frowned, walked over the crowd with long legs, and walked straight to his seat.

"Mr. Jiang, can I have a drink?"

Jiang Zhiye, who was playing with the wine glass, heard someone calling him beside him, turned his head and saw that it was a young man whom he had met a few times.He held a glass of dry red in his hand, and pressed his fingertips on the surface of the glass, which turned slightly white.

"Sorry," Jiang Zhiye turned around without wasting any extra expression, "I still have to drive today."

Before he finished speaking, from the corner of his eye he caught sight of Xie Wen walking towards here, and Jiang Zhiye's eyes flickered.

When the young man left in frustration, Xie Wen put the wine glass on the table, sat opposite him naturally, and said, "Do you have time? Let's chat."

Jiang Zhiye watched him sit down, rolled his Adam's apple, and asked in a low voice, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Of course it's the only thing we can talk about," Xie Wen looked at him intently, "We know each other now, right?"

What does this question mean?Jiang Zhiye looked at him, slightly confused.

"Let's talk about Xiao Ming." Xie Wen lowered his voice, and when he talked about his own child, his expression also became gentle. "Mr. Jiang, can you hold him high and let him go?"

Jiang Zhiye still looked at him, as if waiting for him to speak.

"He doesn't understand Mr. Jiang's rules here, and he can't separate his feelings from this kind of thing. You are just playing around, but he is serious." Xie Wen frowned slightly, "I don't want him to be hurt."

He made it very clear that Jiang Zhiye was like an emotional liar who could only seduce young boys, taking people's hearts away without being responsible, Zhuo Yiming couldn't afford it at all.

Jiang Zhiye nodded, and did not directly give Xie Wen a positive answer.

For the sake of that little boy, Xie Wen was willing to let go of his attitude and have a sincere chat with himself. He had never seen Xie Wen talk to others in such a soft tone.

Beauty plan?

He lowered his eyes and thought for a few seconds, suppressed the inexplicable admiration for Zhuo Yiming, and asked in a deep voice: "What if I can be serious?"

Xie Wen glanced at him, and said displeasedly: "It seems that you are so quibbling about every appointment, I thought you would tell the truth."

"How do you know I'm not sincere?" Jiang Zhiye pushed back the question, "I said, I can be serious."

This is the second time he said this to Xie Wen. The first time was on that rainy day when the temperature dropped. At the door of He Rijun's return, he deliberately said this to make Xie Wen angry. It was unintentional at the time.

What he said this time was serious, Jiang Zhiye suddenly wanted to take this matter seriously.

He didn't say who this "seriousness" meant for, he just secretly observed Xie Wen's reaction.

It's a pity that Xie Wen didn't understand his complicated thoughts, so he just asked suspiciously: "Mr. Jiang, I'm very curious, what is it about Xiao Ming that attracts you, and it's worth holding on to?"

This question stumped Jiang Zhiye.

He also wanted to know how he had the idea of ​​chasing Zhuo Yiming at that time. Even though he wanted to get the contact information, he didn't take the initiative to maintain the relationship, and he didn't take the initiative to think of it these days.

"Do lovers of all ages also lack bed partners?" Xie Wen said, "You should have no shortage of suitors. Even if you want to have a serious relationship with Xiao Ming, it's hard to guarantee that you won't be chaotic."

If this is ready to start a personal attack.

Jiang Zhiye squinted his peach blossom eyes, feeling amused in his heart, and replied: "To each other, I think the title of popular lover is not bad for you. Aren't there many people here who are interested in you?"

As soon as Xie Wen entered the arena, he noticed that many people had already turned their attention to him, waiting for an opportunity.

When it comes to flirting, Xie Wen is no worse than himself.

"I'll think about it," Jiang Zhiye took out his phone, "Why don't we leave a contact information, and I'll tell you when I think about it, how about it?"

This response was too frivolous, Xie Wen glared at him, and walked away unbearably.

The corners of Jiang Zhiye's lips curled slightly, his eyes fell on the wine glass he left behind, and the tip of his tongue licked his canine teeth.

From then on until the end of this vacation, Xie Wen never talked to Jiang Zhiye again.

In the evening, Special Assistant Xue drove Jiang Zhiye's car to pick him up. After getting in the car, the butler of the winery brought two exquisite gift boxes and sent them to the trunk: "President Nian specially asked me to send them. You must accept them." Down."

"I will tell Mr. Jiang, thank you for your hard work." Assistant Xue thanked him politely.

After Jiang Zhiye in the car received the wine, he glanced at it casually and said, "Let's put it anywhere."

"Okay," Xue Tezhu nodded, his steering wheel turned, and the car drove to the city.

When everything was back on track, Jiang Zhiye became busy, and naturally forgot what he had experienced a few days ago.Occasionally, when I think about it, I feel that his brain was short-circuited at that time, and he couldn't understand his past thoughts.

Why are you interested in Xie Wen?He hates himself so much, it is estimated that the two will never have the chance to meet again.

Jiang Zhiye has become the former president of the Jiang Group who acted vigorously and sternly.

It stands to reason that this kind of superficial matter is nothing at all, as long as no one mentions it, he will never arouse the feeling of loss in his heart.

But Jiang Zhiye had a dream one night, in which was the shadow of Xie Wen.

Everything went back to the night when the two first met, the door of Jiang Zhiye's room was opened, and Xie Wen outside the door was full of anger, raising his eyebrows and questioning him: "Where is he?"

The expression is vivid, the facial features are three-dimensional, especially the beautiful eyes.

Jiang Zhiye woke up, looked at the empty bed beside him, and thought, what he wanted had to be grasped.

At dawn, he called his special assistant and said in a hoarse voice, "Help me get the contact information of Xie Wen, and his latest itinerary."

The author has something to say:

Xie Wen: What is it about my brother that attracts you?

Mr. Jiang: ...I can't think of it. It's too late for me to regret it now.

Zhuo Yiming:?Are you polite?

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