When the drama comes

As soon as the off-duty time came, Chu Shangqing left the neatly tidied workstation as usual, and took the elevator directly to the top floor to the basement floor.

In addition to the black Yamaha R1 that Chu Shangqing rode, Fu Nanshang also assigned an Aston Martin V8 Vantage to her for daily transportation. Unfortunately, the congestion in the evening rush hour made the time-sensitive Secretary Chu have no time to drive. The idea of ​​blowing up the street, as long as there is no strong wind and heavy rain, she still prefers her black iron horse.

So most of the time, this burgundy luxury car is eating ashes in the exclusive parking space of Fu's Building, and it is cleaned and maintained by a special person on time.

Today, Chu Shangqing rarely got into the car.

Glancing at the rearview mirror, she untied her long hair and rearranged it with her fingers. The fluffy seaweed-like long hair was loosely tied behind her head, and only a little bit of hair remained as two strands on her forehead.

Seems not bad.

After starting the car, she drove to the place she had made an appointment with Song Qinya.

"Here, the data model you want is ready, go back and check if you have any questions and then contact me."

"Thank you."

Chu Shangqing took the hard drive and put it in his bag.

"Why are you being polite to me?" Today, Song Qinya wears a jade string in her hand and hangs a Buddha around her neck. The place where she asks Chu Shangqing to meet is also a western restaurant with an average per capita of [-]+, showing the true qualities of a local tyrant.

She was originally a local tyrant, not to mention her current reputation. When they started their business together, Fu Nanshang invested 100 million. Before she graduated from graduate school, she took 200 million from her family and invested in it. It can be said that she was the earliest and largest investor in the project. The first project failed, and she borrowed another 200 million from her family, which shows that her family background is indeed full of money.

Holding the imperial green skewers in her hands, Song Qinya ordered her highest-rated set meal, and said to Chu Shangqing with a smile:

"If you really want to say thank you, I have to thank you. Chen Zhanghan's grandson is like a stubborn donkey. I heard that Fu Xiaonan went to give him a few strokes a few days ago, and now he doesn't compete so much. If it weren't for you, who Let Fu Xiaonan go to give the donkey a smooth hair?"

Her face was a little red, and she had already drank half a bottle of cognac when she waited for Chu Shangqing to come.

"I didn't do anything. As a secretary, I should help the boss coordinate the relationship with the partners." After declining the pre-dinner wine, Chu Shangqing took a sip of the juice.

"Put it down, there are so many capable secretaries, how many can you find in the whole country like you? I have known Fu Xiaonan for so many years, I don't know who he is?" Song Qin made a gesture on his temple with his finger Ya smiled and said, "Only half of his brain can be used every time. As smart as this half is, the other half is as stupid as it is."

Chu Shangqing lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Song Qinya smiled to herself and turned her body: "You are the only one who has been protecting him. If I had been his secretary every day, I would have killed him with one shot and turned himself in. Sitting in prison would be easier than you."

"Personal personalities are different, but I still like a process-based job." Chu Shangqing said with a smile.

"Hahaha! Oh, I know you like this kind of work and making money, but those who don't know think you like Fu Xiaonan... Ah no, a fool like him can only bluff people with his appearance. Who knows? Will you still fall in love with him in Nine Years? I really drank too much."

Song Qinya made herself laugh.

Just as the food was being served, Chu Shangqing looked at the steak in front of him. The top-quality matured ribeye steak had beautiful marble patterns, and the iron plate was thick enough to allow the steak to have a full Maillard reaction on the surface.

The aroma of oil with sweetness is subtle.

It's soaked in the smell of money.

She and Fu Nanshang have known each other for nine years.

In the summer of 16 years old, she was about to enter her sophomore year at the beginning of school. She had nowhere to go, so she could only stay in school and work part-time. The teacher asked her to apply for a scholarship.

A classmate told her that his family was very difficult and hoped that she would give up the scholarship.

Just when she was about to agree, a tall man with red hair jumped out from the green belt: "You are going to deceive me with the things I made! If I knew you were such a liar, I wouldn't have done it for you!" !"

The 19-year-old Fu Nanshang was indeed a fool in her eyes, even a lunatic.

For a long time, she felt that she and this person would know each other because of a bad relationship.

When she was a sophomore, Chu Shangqing worked in a restaurant outside the school. The small building of less than 80 square meters was built in the [-]s. The distance between the buildings was very close, and the wires blocked the sky.

There she saw the "lunatic" for the second time.

"Upstairs, an egg fried rice!"

A few tattered one-dollar bills were rolled up and thrown down from upstairs.

She picked up the money, looked up and saw someone in the window on the third floor.

Carrying four yuan of egg fried rice in a plastic bag upstairs, listening to the sound of her own footsteps, she silently recited the chapters of the history books she just read from the library, and the books were still turning in her ears. With a sound, he walked step by step to the greasy iron gate.

"Fried rice, right?"

Someone came out with slippers on, a head of dazzling red hair piercing the eyes in the dimness.

The other party also recognized her.

"Little Mushroom Head?! What are you doing? Let me tell you, Police...the police, the police uncle have already looked for me!"

The pages of the book turned in my heart were scattered all over the place.

As soon as she threw away the fried rice, she turned and ran away.

"Ugh?!"

The 16-year-old was terrified that a "crazy person" was so close to her working place, which was an unexpected danger for her.

She wants to be farther away from danger, but there are migrant workers everywhere during the summer vacation. She is too young and has a bad image. In this shop, the owner and aunt are her fellow villagers. The money is not much but she can cover her two meals. It was too late to go back to tutoring at night, and I could still live in the store and sleep with a helper in his 20s.

To be honest, she was reluctant to change this job.

She bit the bullet and continued to work. The store hadn't come to business at eleven o'clock in the morning, and another roll of money fell from the sky.

"Upstairs, an egg fried rice."

The helper sister is making dumplings, the helper is chopping vegetables, and the boss aunt is counting drinks.

She looked at the roll of only three yuan and felt that she was a rabbit who had fallen into a trap.

Great panic gripped her.

She is not a fanciful person, she is used to living alone and pragmatically, and is used to carefully planning what she gives and what she gets, but at that moment, what she thought was that she would disappear into this world because of three yuan.

without being known.

No one will know, maybe the auntie boss will think of a little worker who can't speak when she is dizzy, maybe the sister-in-law will hesitate to let her open the door, maybe the uncle cook will pack an extra bowl of rice and charge back the phone rice cooker.

At the beginning of school, the teacher would mark her with a cross when roll call, and the classmates would also say that there seems to be someone missing in her bed.

Her traces in this world are nothing more than that.

So, when she was filling the meal, she secretly hid a knife behind her back,

"You don't want to throw it away anymore!" Through the iron gate, a red-haired man put his hands in his pants pockets, "The food is hanging on the door, you can go."

The door was really low, and Chu Shangqing remembered it nine years later, the red-haired man against the iron door was as tall as a trapped animal.

The trapped beast voluntarily stood in the cage and kept a distance from her.

She is safe.

After hanging the rice on the doorknob, she heard a clang, and it was the knife that fell from behind her.

Picking up the knife, she rushed back to the shop downstairs.

I mustered up the courage to look up, only to see that the window on the third floor was open.

Raindrops fell on her forehead through countless heavy wires, and the heavy rain fell suddenly. Amid the shouts of people, the window was also closed.

She's still safe.

"Sometimes, he's too smart." Chu Shangqing, 25, said in a deep voice. She didn't drink, but her cheeks were flushed. "He's too smart and thinks too much, so he looks a little silly."

"Huh? Who?" Song Qinya's eyes were dizzy with wine.

It's the one—the one who always stands behind the iron gate actively when others are afraid.

Chu Shangqing smiled and put a piece of meat into his mouth.

Handing the drunk woman to her life assistant, Chu Shangqing declined the invitation to take her home, and walked towards the wine-red Aston Martin.

A drop of rain fell on the back of his hand.

She stopped opening the door, raised her head, and looked at the dark sky through the brilliant lights, where the rolling gray clouds were dropping autumn rain.

It has been a whole half a month, since it has been so long since she knew the "story", she plans every step of the "future".

She calculated every possible income for herself.

She even asked people to make mathematical models based on the data she recorded to calculate future price changes of various building materials futures and even the development curve of the world economy.

She told herself to look forward and accept the "probability" that is bizarre but will exist.

She knew very clearly that in the "future", she would withdraw herself from Fu Nanshang's life step by step.

But in this autumn rain, she was in a trance, and she asked herself a difficult question

—Would she like it?

She really, really liked Fu Nanshang very, very much.

She once hated the desolation and indifference of this world. She hated that this world had a long history and countless people, but no one could see her.

Only this one.

Only this one, he can always see her.

She can't get him.

The rain fell into Chu Shangqing's eyes.

Her eyes were blurred, as if she saw a hand, open above her head.

"Why did it stop here? Don't look, you can't see the stars when it rains."

Chu Shangqing turned her head abruptly and saw the owner of the hand.

A man in a floral shirt stood cautiously behind her.

"Fu Nanshang."

The woman suddenly raised her hand and grabbed his collar, pulling him towards her.

The man was still covering the top of her head with his hands.

Only the eyes accidentally bumped into each other.

Fuck his father's plot!

"Chu Shangqing..."

"Why are you here? Why are you always here?"

Why are you there every time I want to give up?

There was a lot of traffic behind him, and the autumn rain was blowing in the wind. At this moment, Chu Shangqing looked like a warrior who would not hesitate: "Tell me, why are you always here?"

"Me, me and my grandma are eating here."

Fu Nanshang pointed behind him.

The silver-haired old lady holding an umbrella waved to the two young men with a smile.

Chu Shangqing raised his foot decisively, and kicked Fu Nanshang's leg viciously.

Amidst the man's screams, she turned and got into the car.