Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

Song Xun had never felt so embarrassed in his life, and his mind went blank.

The people in the box fell into silence for a short while before gradually reacting.

"Who is this?"

"I do not know."

The middle-aged man in the lead stood up with a sullen look on his face.

Song Xun was about to apologize when Chu Yao pulled him back.

"I'm sorry to bother you all. So, I'll pay for all the drinks today as an apology to you all."

Unlike the suits and various high-end custom-made clothes inside, Chu Yao was only wearing a black windbreaker. He was born with a good foundation, a tall and strong figure, and an extraordinary aura.

It really scared people.

The man looked at Chu Yao hesitantly and said, "Just think I care about the wine money."

The man with a pointed face and monkey cheeks next to him stared at Chu Yao at the door for a long time, suddenly slapped his head, and walked quickly forward.

"I am blind and don't know the real master, Mr. Chu, I am Xiao Li."

The man who called himself Xiao Li stretched out his hand to shake hands with Chu Yao, but was fixed by Chu Yao's casual look. He retracted his hand in dismay and laughed awkwardly twice.

Mr. Chu? Song Xun pulled Chu Yao's arm and looked at him to see what was going on.

Chu Yao returned a look and told him to be patient.

I didn't see any sign of being anxious.

Song Xun was worried for him. He couldn't even afford to eat and had no money in his pocket. How could he claim to be a boss here?

The people in the box also looked excited.

However, they have heard the name of Mr. Chu a lot during this period.

This unknown number of people came out of nowhere, but it has caused a stir in the whole city recently. It is so noisy that it is hard not to know about it.

The man surrounded in the middle had a gradually strange look on his face as he thought of the project that had been hijacked some time ago.

He is a very arrogant person in this city. Even if he doesn't know the background of this man named Chu, he is unwilling to give in.

The man picked up the bottle of white wine, poured the entire glass into the goblet, and handed it to Chu Yao.

"I'm not a petty person. If you drink this glass of wine, I'll let today's incident go."

Xiao Li glanced at the full cup and hissed.

If you take a sip of this, you will feel choked.

He didn't want to offend either side, so he tried to smooth things over by saying, "It's just a misunderstanding. There's no need to hurt the relationship."

"Get out of the way." The man stared at Chu Yao and handed the cup forward. "If you don't give me, Wu Zhonghua, face today, neither of you can leave."

Chu Yao's lips curled up, but there was no smile in his eyes: "How much is your face worth? You are not qualified to let me drink with you."

"You don't know how high the sky is or how deep the earth is." The man clenched his glass and said angrily, "I'm going to make this clear today. I, Wu Zhonghua, have a grudge against you. If I don't make you unable to survive, I won't be named Wu."

"Oh, what a big tone." A nonchalant male voice sounded from behind.

Song Xun looked back and saw a young man walking towards him from behind.

He looked young, but when he showed up, everyone in the box fell silent as if they had seen the King of Hell.

The young man walked straight towards Wu Zhonghua, raised his head and patted his face: "Who gave you face?"

A man in his forties was slapped in the face and humiliated by a man who was almost a generation younger than him. Wu Zhonghua endured it and had to bend down and lower his head.

He reacted quickly and said, "Today I was blind and offended Young Master Han. It's my fault, my fault."

Han Chun sneered: "Do you think that just apologizing is enough? You were quite arrogant just now. If you want me to forgive you, that's fine. Drink this wine yourself."

There was more than half a bottle of white wine in it. Wu Zhonghua's face turned green as he looked at the wine glass in his hand. He really shot himself in the foot.

He is the only child of the Han family, and he cannot afford to offend him even if he has two heads. The Han family is not just an ordinary business family, they have people supporting them from above. If he doesn't settle the matter thoroughly today, he will be the one who will be in trouble.

The man from the Han family has a head that is almost up to the sky. They usually want to just walk next to him, and they don’t know how the man surnamed Chu caught his eye.

Wu Zhonghua couldn't figure it out, so he could only accept it, raised his glass and drank it.

When he poured the wine, he deliberately picked the strongest liquor. After drinking it, I couldn't even stand up. I had to hold on to the table and apologize.

Han Chun looked satisfied and turned to walk towards Chu Yao.

Song Xun was still confused and hadn't figured out what was going on when Han Chun suddenly leaned towards him with a grin on his face, looking like a sunny and upright young man, with no trace of his intimidating look from before.

Han Chun grinned with his big white teeth and said innocently, "You must be my sister-in-law, right? I finally see her. Brother Chu loves you so much that he won't even let us see you."

Song Xun took a step back.

"Go away." Chu Yao waved Han Chun away and walked towards the corridor with Song Xun in his arms, "Don't scare him."

Han Chun followed excitedly: "I am so enthusiastic, brother, you are too protective of your sister-in-law."

There was a private room right opposite the elevator. Song Xun was so excited at the time that he didn't notice there was another private room to the right.

The door opened and four young men were sitting inside. When they saw Chu Yao come in, they all started to make a noise.

"Brother Chu is not nice enough to come so late."

"That's right. You've made us wait for you all the time. That's not nice of us."

Someone noticed the new boy next to Chu Yao, "Who is this?"

Before Chu Yao could say anything, Han Chun shouted out, "This is the person our brother Chu has been hiding from everyone."

Upon hearing this, everyone inside gathered around.

Song Xun originally had a lot of questions to ask Chu Yao, but he was pulled inside to sit down. There were voices everywhere, so he really had no chance at all.

"Brother Chu is thinking about you all the time. He even packs up a meal for you to take back."

"We couldn't even get him to go out to the city, and he would miss going home at a certain time. We all said that there was some supernatural person hiding in his family, who was in charge of everything."

They were all young people, most of whom had just returned from abroad. They accepted the fact that Chu Yao's lover was a man and did not think there was anything wrong with it.

A few young guys started teasing each other, and Song Xun was stuck in the middle, feeling at a loss as to what to do, and his face turned red.

Chu Yao pulled away a group of people nearby, sat next to Song Xun and started to chase them away: "Why are you all so talkative? Get out of here."

"Finally I found someone who can deal with you. I have to get closer to him." The boy with the iron chain around his neck protested to Chu Yao, "You must find time to accompany me to Xiangshan again. I won't accept my defeat to you last time. We must do it again."

The people beside him said disdainfully: "With your skills, you can't even see the back of Brother Chu's car."

"What are you talking about? You're looking for death."

Han Chun pushed the other person away and squeezed in. "Brother Chu, you gave me a great suggestion last time. It was the first time my dad praised me. Now he has given me the Baichang company. It's half dead. You have to help me. I tell you, you are my real brother now."

Chu Yao looked up: "I just sat down, I didn't even have a sip of drink."

"Look at me." Han Chun glared at a few people: "You have no sense at all, and you won't even pour me some wine."

Chu Yao: "Juice is fine."

Han Chun glanced at Song Xun, then stood up and called outside, "Someone, bring in a glass of juice."

"I'll get it for you right away."

"Be quick."

After the people were brought in, Han Chun personally poured a cup and handed it to Song Xun: "Sister-in-law, you have to help me speak nicely to Brother Chu, you have to help me."

"Thank you." Song Xun took the cup, "Just call me by my name, Song Xun."

"Brother Xun." Han Chun clinked his glasses. "This is the first time we meet, I'll have a drink."

"Okay." Chu Yao put one hand on Song Xun's shoulder and held him in his arms, "I'll find a time to go to that company."

Han Chun slapped his thigh and said excitedly: "Brother, you are so righteous."

Chu Yao asked: "How is the person I asked you to contact last time?"

"Don't worry, he won't dare to disrespect me. Tomorrow morning at 10 o'clock, Mingxiang Tea House."

Chu Yao took the business card he handed over and said, "You're quite thoughtful."

Han Chun curled his lips and said, "Look at what you said. I have a share in the company, so I must do my best. In fact, it's just a matter of a word from me, and Zhao Ming can sign the contract himself."

Chu Yao threw an orange over and said, "I'm here to do business, not to make enemies. Stop causing trouble for me."

Han Chun caught the orange thrown at him and said with a smile, "Thank you, brother."

The people around him kept praising him blindly.

"Who is my brother Chu? He makes a living by his talent, and there is someone he can't talk to? What a joke."

"Exactly, Han Chun, who do you look down on?"

Chu Yao shook his head: "Don't make trouble for me."

He picked out another orange from the fruit plate, held it in his hand and peeled it slowly, cleaning the white veins on it, and finally brought it to Song Xun.

"one comes."

Song Xun didn't answer, just stared at him without blinking.

"You've come all this way, how can I not tell you?" Chu Yao broke the orange, took out a segment and handed it directly to his mouth, "I'll tell you the truth when we get back. Come on, open your mouth."

"You little - um." Song Xun had just opened his mouth to speak when Chu Yao took advantage of the opportunity to stuff an orange slice into his mouth. He was so angry that he pinched him hard from behind.

Chu Yao remained calm: "I didn't see you drink water today, eat an orange to moisten your throat, be good."

A group of people gathered together until dark, talking about work and business matters.

Song Xun was not interested in these things, so he just went out to have a free meal. After a day, he finally understood that Chu Yao had gained a group of little fans during his time out. Even when they parted just now, a group of people were reluctant to let him go, as if they were seeing off their own father.

"No need to wait until you get home, tell me now, Mr. Chu."

Song Xun had his hands in his pockets, half of his face was covered by Chu Yao's scarf, and his voice was muffled.

The weather was getting colder, and as night fell, there were fewer people on the streets.

Chu Yao walked along and said casually: "I opened a company."

He was a person who could not be speculated according to common sense. It seemed that it was nothing strange for him to start a company in such a short time. Song Xun was quite calm: "Why didn't you tell me?"

Chu Yao raised the corners of his lips slightly, looking a little proud: "Isn't it still unstable? I want to show you some results."

Song Xun's hands started to itch when he saw his cocky expression: "Why don't you really go wash the dishes? You're pretending to be broke, you big-headed wolf."

"I just like being controlled by you and watching you give me money." Seeing that Song Xun's expression did not ease at all, Chu Yao put away his playful attitude and decisively admitted his mistake: "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Song Xun put his hands in his pockets and walked forward with his head down: "I don't accept your apology."

“No.” Chu Yao quickened his pace. With his long arms and legs, he caught up in just two steps. He stretched out his hand to pull Song Xun and said flatteringly, “Are you cold? Let me warm your hands.”

"It's quite cold now." Song Xun's hands were originally quite warm in his pockets, but when he pulled them out, they felt chilly when the wind blew.

He let Chu Yao hold his hand and said, "Okay, tell me about the phone call yesterday."

"What phone call?"

Song Xun looked over and saw that Chu Yao really didn't know, so he said, "Look at the call records yourself."

Chu Yao loosened his hand, took out his phone and opened it, and saw the call record that he had no memory of at all.

"A woman answered the phone and said you were sleeping."

Chu Yao said nothing, but directly dialed a number and briefly instructed: "Change Zhang Milan's position."

"Whatever. If she doesn't want to resign, she can leave on her own."

Song Xun stopped and hurriedly said softly, "It's just a misunderstanding, it's not that serious."

Chu Yao didn't change his words, and hummed to the other end of the phone: "Hang up."

He turned off his phone, his expression cold: "So I didn't ask him to leave directly, I just transferred him to another position. But there is one thing, he shouldn't touch my phone."

Song Xun didn't say anything else because he knew that Chu Yao's decision could not be changed.

Chu Yao held his hand again: "Besides, she made me sleep on the floor for a whole day, I'm glad I didn't hold it against her."

Song Xun looked up at the sky, but not at Chu Yao.

"Baby, you are too cruel." Chu Yao exerted a little force, and Song Xun fell into his arms, wrapped tightly in Chu Yao's open windbreaker.

The two of them were like two sloths stacked together, swaying slowly on the road.

Song Xun despised the childishness, but couldn't break free: "On the street."

Chu Yao didn't let go: "There's no one here."

"Song Xun——"

Just as he said there was no one there, a shocking, deafening shout came from across the street, and two leaves of the dead trees were shaken off.

The two of them turned their heads towards the other side of the street at the same time, their tacit understanding was terrifying.

Song Mian's eyes were blazing with anger, and he walked towards me angrily from across the street.

Chu Yao looked at the three boys opposite him who looked similar to Song Xun but more striking, and raised his eyebrows: "Is this my brother-in-law?"

"Let me go." Song Xun quickly pushed him away.

The second after the two separated, Song Mian rushed over, panting and pointing at the two of them with trembling fingers: "You, what were you doing just now, what were you doing!"

Chu Yao shook his clothes and put on airs: "Uncle...hiss." Just as he started to speak, Song Xun stepped back and stepped on his foot accurately with great force.

Chu Yao stopped talking, trying hard to keep his expression normal.

Song Xun then looked at Song Mian: "I'm going out to have a meal with my friends."

Chu Yao behind him was restless and full of resentment. He pulled the tail of his scarf with one hand. In order to protect his scarf, Song Xun moved two steps away.

Song Mian saw all their little movements. With a quick glance, he found that his brother and the man next to him were wearing the same brand of clothes, which were not cheap.

Thinking of what Lin Xihua said last time, the look in Song Mian's eyes when he stared at Chu Yao could only be described as deep hatred.

"Song Xun, you are kidding me, how can you hug your friends like that?"