forced compounding

Huasheng Technology held a high-level meeting every month. It was rare for Mr. Song not to attend in person last month. Everyone thought that the company would have a big change in secret, but looking at the situation of today's meeting, it was obvious that they were too worried.

Mr. Song sat with Director He listening to the report with a straight face, and the two chatted a few words from time to time, as if there was a gap.

"President Song, what do you think of the plan declared last week?"

Although Huasheng has dabbled in various fields over the years, its main focus is game software development. They have been preparing for this game project for a long time, and a large Swedish game company has also agreed to cooperate with them in development. President Song nodded.

Song Yihan didn't give an answer immediately, but carefully looked through the details of the project, and nodded his agreement after confirming each item with the person in charge.

The person in charge of the project was forced into a cold sweat by Mr. Song's tricky questions, and after the meeting, he dragged his companions and sighed: "Before, some people said that Mr. Song was getting more and more careless, but today I saw that it was all rumors. "

The companion looked left and right, and after confirming that there were no other leading directors around, he nodded fiercely, "President Song has always been responsible for the company's affairs, but today the sense of oppression is stronger, and I was so scared that my palms were sweating."

They couldn't understand the reason for Mr. Song's change. In the end, it could only be attributed to Mr. Song's emphasis on this project.

He Jiazhan and Song Yihan didn't leave immediately after the meeting. He Jiazhan turned around the chair and asked Song Yihan, "How did you feel about the meeting?"

He was afraid that Song Yihan would not be used to this kind of situation, and wanted to teach him some experience, but in the end he said, "It's pretty good."

He Jiazhan choked up, this person is indeed a natural leader, what kind of response should be done on what kind of occasion seems to be engraved in his bones.

"Then let's go. I'll explain the work to you. You've pretty much got in touch with everything you need to do in the past few days. If there's anything that's inconvenient for you, you can order Zhou Yang. This kid is very clever."

He Jiazhan grinned at Zhou Yang who was outside the door, with a typical ugly face of a capitalist.

Zhou Yang thought to himself, if he hadn't been paid several times more than others, the devil would be willing to serve these two uncles.

Song Yihan squeezed the joint of his thumb while the people beside him were talking, let his tense nerves relax for a moment, and said softly: "I've troubled you for a while."

He Jiazhan was stunned for a second or two, then patted Song Yihan's shoulder without hesitation, "Which one of us is with whom, just remember to invite me to dinner."

Song Yihan subconsciously wanted to hide, but thinking of Shi Xu's advice, he still chatted with He Jiazhan perfunctorily.

He Jiazhan didn't stay in the office for too long, he pushed back the work in his hands, and became his hands-off shopkeeper again.

"Zhou Yang, when did Director He become a shareholder of the company?"

Song Yihan read through the materials He Jiazhan handled and asked casually, while Zhou Yang at the side did the math: "About four years ago, the company was short of funds for a period of time, and Director He invested a sum of money in the company to help you."

Song Yihan's eyes were heavy, making it hard to see what he was thinking.

"What does Director He do?"

Zhou Yang had a faint guess in his mind, and he first replied: "Director He is in the entertainment industry and has his own film and television company. Although the scale is small, the development momentum in recent years is also very good."

He handed the report in his hand to Mr. Song, and asked cautiously: "Mr. Song, do you not trust Mr. He?"

There seemed to be a piece of ice in Song Yihan's eyes, which made people tremble, Zhou Yang quickly lowered his head, only to hear Mr. Song's indifferent voice: "I don't trust anyone except Shi Xu."

Zhou Yang exited the office tremblingly, begging in his heart that brother Shi must keep a close eye on this mad dog this time, otherwise with Song Yihan's current level of paranoia, he might become crazy again.

Song Yihan doesn't care what other people think about him, as long as Shi Xu doesn't hate him.

Because he was recovering well, Shi Xu approved him to drive alone. On the day Song Yihan got the approval, he left work on time and went to the research institute to pick up Shi Xu.

The uncle at the gate of the research institute seemed to recognize him, and said loudly to him: "You are a friend when I was young, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Song Yihan is willing to let everyone associate him with Shixu, as if these two names are a natural match.

The old man at the door let people go, thinking how stupid this childhood friend was, he just kept laughing without saying anything when asked.

Shi Xu didn't have time to take a nap today, he spent a whole day in the molecular laboratory, his eyes were bloodshot, when he saw Song Yihan, he thought he was hallucinating.

"How did you come?"

Song Yihan looked at Shi Xu, and his voice that had been cold for a day suddenly softened: "I think it will rain today, so I'm here to bring you an umbrella."

Shi Xu rubbed his eyes and laughed at him for not using his brain: "What kind of umbrella do I need to drive myself?"

Song Yihan didn't refute, and put the umbrella in his hand on Shixu's table, "I forgot."

He just wanted a reason to pick Shi Xu up, it doesn't matter if he is smart or not, as long as it is useful.

Shi Xu was too tired to penetrate Song Yihan's mind, when he went to the cubicle to change, he suddenly felt his nose wet, and immediately raised his head and wiped off the left nosebleed with a paper.

It seems that I have been really overworked recently, and I have had nosebleeds twice a week.

Shi Xu didn't want Song Yihan to know about his nosebleed, so he threw the bloody one into the trash can, pretending nothing happened and said to Song Yihan, "Let's go."

"Today I—" Song Yihan's voice paused, and a few quick steps stepped forward to examine Shi Xu's neckline carefully, "Why is there blood here?"

Shi Xu scolded himself for being careless in his heart, and after taking Song Yihan's hand away, he said indifferently: "It's nothing, it may be that I accidentally cut a small wound on my finger just now."

Song Yihan's eyes scanned Shi Xu from head to toe like a scanning machine, and finally fixed his gaze on the tip of Shi Xu's nose.

Shi Xu was helpless: "Okay, it's just a nosebleed, it's okay."

Song Yihan literally wrote the word "worry" on his face, touched Shixu's forehead and then his hand, and said, "I'll stew some pears for you when I get home, you must eat it at night."

Shi Xu: Can I say no?Can your stew be eaten?

Song Yihan's self-confidence in cooking is inversely proportional to his cooking ability, Shi Xu couldn't tell what was going on, so he could only choke up silently.

"My parents called me, and they said they would come to the house tomorrow." Song Yihan said the word "parents" was very strange, but the word "home" was slippery, Shi Xu said goodbye Breaking his fingers, he tilted his head and asked Song Yihan: "Do you need me to avoid it?"

Song Yihan asked puzzled, "What are you avoiding?"

"Your parents won't want to see me." Shi Xu knew that Song's father and Song mother just wanted to see Song Yihan's situation, and seeing him, he might not know how to mock him.

Song Yihan frowned, and said in a strong tone: "That's your house, you don't need to avoid it, and I won't let them talk about you, if they talk about you, I will tell them not to come here in the future."

Shi Xu was lying on the seat with his eyes half-closed and said with a smile: "They are your parents after all, so you should be more scrupulous, don't hurt the hearts of the elders."

Song Yihan responded perfunctorily, and asked Shi Xu casually: "Should I visit my uncle and aunt another day?"

He is chasing after other people's sons, so it's impossible not to make a good impression in front of his parents.

Shi Xu was stunned for a few seconds, and said, "It's fine, but you may need to bring some paper money to see their elders."

As soon as Song Yihan heard this, he knew that he had made a mistake in asking this question. He had been with Shixu for so long that he forgot to find out about Shixu's family situation.

Seeing that Song Yihan didn't dare to speak anymore, Shi Xu said lightly, "It's okay, how long has passed, you can ask whatever you want."

Song Yihan's eyes were always paying attention to Shi Xu's emotions, and Shi Xu patted him hard: "Driving, look ahead."

Just happened to run into a red light, Song Yihan stopped the car steadily, and said after thinking about it: "How did uncle and aunt die?"

The memories of the past were recalled, Shi Xu turned his head and thought for a while: "They died when I was six years old, and they were blown up by bombs in the Middle East to nothing."

His expression was blurred in the shadow of the car, and he couldn't see sorrow or joy, but he just narrated calmly: "My parents are war reporters, and it is common for them to encounter guns and missiles. Get away."

Just once, the two never returned home, and even the tomb contained only the thick field reports they had written over the years, not even the bones.

Song Yihan didn't know how to comfort Shi Xu, Shi Xu was always seen by outsiders as perfect and impeccable, but only at this moment Song Yihan knew that his heart was empty.

Shi Xu was only young when he lost his parents, and before he had time to act like a baby, he had to learn to grow up by himself.

"Miss them?"

Shi Xu folded his arms and trembled: "I don't want... I can't remember what they looked like anymore."

The memory of his parents has been blurred by the erosion of the years. All he can recall is their loud calls when they came home.

Very lively and very warm.

Shi Xu has been such a person since he was a child, as long as someone can give him a little warmth, he can live on this warmth for many years.

When the green light came on, Song Yihan put his hand on top of Shi Xu's head and stroked it gently a second before it started.

"You are their pride."

Shi Xu opened his eyes suddenly, with clear water in them, then closed them again, and let out a long breath.

When Song Yihan drove the car to the parking lot, he found that Shi Xu had already fallen asleep. He tidied his clothes carefully and reported him from the co-pilot, but the moment he got into the elevator, Song Yihan found that Shi Xu had opened his eyes.

"woke up?"

Shi Xu buried his face in Song Yihan's shoulder with a muffled voice, as if he felt that his flesh was too hard, and bit his shoulder.

"Hiss... Is our Xiao Xu teething, why is he still biting?"

Song Yihan's teasing meaning was obvious, Shi Xu seemed unconvinced, and changed his bite again.

The neck holding Song Yihan bit his Adam's apple, leaving a light and shallow mark.

Shi Xu looked at Song Yihan's eyes suppressing strong emotions, and said seriously: "I'm just teething."