Are you in love, my white moonlight

I have to admit that people who have deep experience in a certain field have their own uniqueness. The brief communication with Aunt Fang that afternoon opened his mind a lot.

After returning that day, Yuan Deng struck while the iron was hot, and carefully reviewed the cases that Aunt Fang had told him.The case he has in hand is similar to Aunt Fang's case back then, but due to different product categories, time points, market conditions and industry backgrounds, the conditions have naturally changed.

What he has to do now is to analyze the specific situation and find out the most suitable marketing method according to the current situation and conditions.

This is not a simple matter.

For this reason, Yuan Deng worked overtime for several days.

The night outside the window gradually darkened, and everyone in the office was gone, only the light on his desk was on alone.

"Click."

The door suddenly opened.

Yuan Deng raised his head, thinking who would return to the company at this point in time?

A tall figure appeared by the door, with his head down, loosening his tie while walking into the room.He raised his head and saw the lit area in the house and the Yuan Lantern sitting under the lamp, his expression obviously stunned for a moment.

The question in Yuan Deng's heart also blurted out.

"Why are you here?"

"Why haven't you gone back yet?"

The two spoke almost simultaneously.

"Cough." Yongjipu coughed lightly, held up the materials in his hand to show Yuan Deng, and explained first, "I came back to get some materials."

"Work overtime to plan."

Yongjipu also heard from his assistant that Yuandeng took over the plan, and he also knew that Yuandeng had spent a lot of effort on this plan recently.

"Did you encounter any difficulties?" Yongjipu came over and asked him with his head down.

When he approached, the faint smell of cologne that was unique to his body wafted over.

Fresh, cold, quiet and pure.

So real on the tip of the nose.

Yuan Deng's expression became a little unnatural, he moved back a little, and raised his hand to cover his materials.

"It's really difficult, but it's okay, I can solve it."

"..." Yongjipu glanced at the alarm clock on Yuandeng's table.

It's past eight o'clock.

"Have you eaten yet?" he asked.

"I'm not hungry." Yuan Deng shook his head.

In fact, his stomach is empty now, but Yuandeng doesn't want to go to eat with Yongjipu.

Because he feels that the atmosphere they get along with is very strange now.It has eased a little bit compared to the previous period, but it is still in an awkward situation.

It is said to be estranged, but there are so many years of feelings here, not to mention the close relationship between the two families, and they live together on the west bank of the river. Even if they divorce, they always see each other without looking up.

Let's talk about being close, there is still a divorce agreement between the two of them, and there are so many things that are constantly being cut and messed up.

And what Aunt Fang said to him yesterday...

He really hasn't figured it out yet.

When your mind is not clear, it is better to keep a certain distance.

"...Then," Yong Jipu lowered his eyelashes.

His gaze fell on the table, which was spread out with documents. Although Yuan Deng tried to cover it to prevent Yongjipu from seeing it, part of it was unavoidably exposed.

It was a form filled with secret numbers.

Yongjipu stared at the form for a few seconds.

"Wait." His face darkened and his voice was serious.

He pointed to the materials on Yuandeng's table and asked, "Who gave you this data?"

Yuan Deng didn't understand, so he asked, "Director?"

"It's wrong." Yongjipu glanced at Yuandeng's astonished expression, picked up the form, looked at it carefully, and put it down.

He handed the information in his hand to Yuan Deng, and said firmly: "There is definitely something wrong with your data, please take a look at my information."

Under the desk lamp, Yuan Deng carefully compared the document in his hand with the document Yongjipu gave him, and put it down with a solemn expression.

"So the data you have now is accurate? Are you sure?"

If the information in his hand is false, all the work he has done based on this information will be in vain.

"The information I have in hand was given to me by Zhuo Mingjun." Yong Jipu said, implying that his information would never be a problem.

Yuan Deng was silent.

That day the supervisor called him to the office, and when he was asked to take charge of the project, his tone and expression looked very sincere, like a kind elder.

He felt very strange at the time, instinctively felt weird and uncomfortable.The supervisor had always targeted him before, so how could he suddenly value him and train him because Yongjipu reprimanded him?

It's almost as good as hating him.

"Is your information useful now? Can...forget it."

This is not appropriate.

Yuan Deng sighed.This kind of data usually involves commercial secrets, so how could it be possible to lend him arbitrarily for two days?Or let him make a copy?

After a while, he heard Yongjipu laugh lightly, and he said, "Xiaodeng, I need your help."

Then Yuan Deng heard him finish the second half of the sentence unhurriedly.

"I need you to help me analyze this data together."

Yuan Deng raised his head and saw Yong Jipu raised his eyebrows at him: "But analyzing the data requires energy, I need to replenish energy."

……

Yuan Deng sat in the car, a little dazed.

He also didn't know why things developed like this.

He originally thought not to get close to this person, but an accident occurred in the middle, and he sat in the same car by accident, and was going to have dinner together.

Yuan Deng glanced at the time, it was already 10:30.

"It's already time, so I can make do with it."

"Then shall we go home and eat?"

Yuan Deng knew that the home Yongjipu was referring to was their new residence on the west bank of the river.

"No." Yuan Deng frowned and refused, "I don't want to go back."

"Okay." Yongjipu didn't say anything, just turned the steering wheel and drove in another direction.

Turning on, Yuan Deng looked at the more and more familiar scenery on the side of the road, and asked suspiciously: "Why are you driving near my school?"

"It's more convenient over there."

Indeed, not to mention ten o'clock, even if it is twelve o'clock, there will still be many shops and stalls near the university town that are not closed.

Yuan Deng nodded and said nothing.

Ten minutes later, Yuan Deng stood in a rather familiar house.

He stared blankly at the big letters on the wall, "Happy Birthday", and stretched out his hand to tug on the floating balloon.

This is the suite where the two of them lived together when Yongji Pu celebrated his lunar birthday for him.

"...Is this what you mean by convenience?"

"My own house, isn't it convenient?"

Yuan Deng was silent for a moment and asked, "When did you buy it?"

"After celebrating your birthday."

At that time, he felt that the house was near Huada, with a good location and complete supporting facilities, so he thought about buying a house for his family Xiaodeng near the school to facilitate his daily activities.

Not to mention, there are still their shared memories in this house.

An adult's birthday comes only once in a lifetime.

"What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you." Yongjipu rolled up his sleeves.

"You will?" Yuan Deng was a little skeptical.On the surface, Yongjipu seems to know everything, but in fact he has never been in the kitchen.

"I will." Yongjipu affirmed.

Yuan Deng raised his eyebrows.

He remembered what his uncle told him at the dinner table yesterday.

—— "Xiaodeng, are you learning to cook recently? This guy Jipu recently posted a lot of photos of things in Moments."

While talking, Uncle Fang picked up his mobile phone, swipe the screen with his fingers, and showed him their chat records: "Look, he came to ask me how to cook your favorite dishes before."

Someone took over the job of cooking, and Yuan Deng was happy not to have to do it himself.

"Alright," Yuan Deng thought for a moment, then changed his tune, "Noodles, I want soup noodles."

He remembered that Yongjipu was busy with school and work, always forgot to eat, and suffered from chronic stomach problems.The things I usually eat are relatively soft and rotten, so I need to nourish my stomach.

Hearing this, Yong Jipu looked back at Yuan Deng and smiled softly.

Yuan Deng stared back angrily: "What are you looking at? I just want to eat noodles, no way!"

"Of course."

Two 10 minutes later.

Looking at the messy kitchen, Yuan Deng pushed Yongji Pu out of the door with black lines all over his face, and put on his apron.

"Can you really cook? Are you sure you're not here to fry the kitchen?"

Yongjipu lowered his head and rubbed the black marks on his hands, a little aggrieved: "I, I just haven't done it these two days, I'm a little raw, I really knew it before."

"Stop talking, don't go into the kitchen, stay outside."

"Oh."

Yongjipu leaned against the door, watching Yuandeng busy inside.

He actually watched people cook like this behind his back.

But not this person, not the sweetheart.

Not a small light.

But now it's him, and it's Xiao Deng who cooks for him.

The corners of Yongjipu's lips turned up, and he indulged his eyes to land on Yuandeng.

Look at him standing in front of the stove, with his head slightly lowered, revealing a fair nape of the neck, his back is straight, and the two straps of his apron pinch out his thin waistline.

He cracked an egg, then skillfully stirred it into the hot soup, and finally sprinkled a handful of chives on top.

Fragrant.

"Come here and serve the bowl." Yuan Deng turned to greet him.

"coming."

After eating a bowl of noodle soup and sacrificing the five internal organs, I finally didn't feel hungry.

Yuan Deng rubbed his stomach, pointed at the bowls and chopsticks: "I cook, you wash the dishes."

Yongjipu took the bowl away.

Yuan Deng leaned against the door, watched Yongjipu skillfully washing the dishes, and suddenly asked, "You don't know how to cook, how did you usually eat when you were studying abroad?"

"My roommate cooks. He cooks and I do the dishes."

Yuan Deng grasped the bright spot: "Are you still living with someone else?"

Based on what he knew about Uncle Yong and Aunt Xiaoxue, they would never treat their only son badly, and Yongjipu's living expenses would definitely be quite a lot.

Why do you still need to live with someone?

Yongjipu paused, and said: "I didn't think about it at the time, but the form is better than people, so I have to."

"If you want to know, I can tell you everything." Yongjipu put the bowl and chopsticks away, turned around, and looked at Yuandeng with serious eyes.

It seems there is a story.

But he's not as curious now as he used to be.

Yuan Deng let out an "oh" and didn't ask any further questions.

After a while, he suddenly said something that had nothing to do with the topic.

"I found out that you're actually not that all-powerful."

Yongjipu looked at him and didn't deny it: "I'm really not."

Yuan Deng glanced at him, and continued: "It's even quite stupid in some aspects, and needs to rely on others."

"You're right." Yongjipu admitted frankly, "For example..."

Yuan Deng's heart beat violently.

Yongjipu smiled, and raised his hand to touch Yuandeng's head.

Yuan Deng stared at him without avoiding it, as if he was competing with himself and the other party.

Yongjipu's fingers finally stopped in the air, he curled his fingers and retracted them.

"...Forget it. I'll wait for your consent."

Wait until you agree to hear me through everything.

The author has something to say:

Happy Valentine's Day, little angels!

I wish you rich and sweet love~