Rich old man said he likes me

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When Zhou Geng heard that Song Jingheng said to go to the hotel, he was taken aback for a moment, but he thought that he would not be able to be liked by President Song, so he nodded and followed Song Jingheng away.

"You are so bold, you can follow me." Song Jingheng got into the car, looked at Zhou Geng and said with a smile.

Zhou Geng smiled and said, "I want to tell you about the proposal."

"Talk slowly at the hotel later, let's go and have a look at your injury first." Song Jingheng said and took Zhou Geng to the clinic.

"No need, really, just look at your face." Zhou Geng was afraid that his injuries would scare Song Jingheng, so he tried his best to resist the comprehensive examination that the doctor wanted to give him.

"Look, I'll go out for a walk." Song Jingheng was very considerate, and left after saying that.

After Song Jingheng left, Zhou Geng struggled for a while, the doctor was annoyed, and said, "You are young and don't know the severity, do you know that some injuries are serious?"

Zhou Geng was scolded by the doctor before he asked the doctor to examine him.

"Hiss." Seeing the wound on Zhou Geng's body, the doctor took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Is this Mr. Song the one who beat him? Young man, let me call the police for you."

"Don't you, I was beaten for offending someone, and it has nothing to do with Mr. Song's money." Zhou Geng said hurriedly.

The doctor really didn't seem to believe it, but at least he checked Zhou Geng and prescribed the medicine.

"It's nothing serious, it's a skin trauma, but the attack was too harsh, it really hurts." When Song Jingheng came over, the doctor said something pointed.

"Doctor, it has nothing to do with me. I picked him up on the side of the road." Song Jingheng said with a smile.

"Then you help him, the child is so pitiful, this is not the first time he has been beaten." The doctor looked at Zhou Geng, tall and thin, with good facial features, but there was a bit of evil in his eyes.

"Thank you, I can handle my own affairs." Zhou Geng couldn't stand this kind of concern and enthusiasm, and walked away after speaking.

Song Jingheng was not surprised, Zhou Geng walked out with his temper.

"Mr. Song, are you going to tell me about the plan? If you don't, I'll go back. I have to go to work tomorrow." Zhou Geng asked directly, standing by the car.

"Work? What do you do?" Song Jingheng looked at Zhou Geng and asked.

"Delivering food." Zhou Geng looked at Song Jingheng and said, "Now I owe money to someone, if you think my plan can still compete for a place, let's find a place to talk about it, I don't think I will lose to that person. "

"Your plan is very bold. Although the benefits are high, the risks are too high." Song Jingheng said with a frown.

"Do business with no risk, you can save your money in the bank." Zhou Geng was already a little irritable. He felt that Song Jingheng didn't have much business vision, so he couldn't tell.

"Why are you still in a hurry?" Song Jingheng opened the car door and said, "Get in the car and tell me."

Zhou Geng glanced at Song Jingheng, but got into the car to see what he was going to do.

"Let's talk, I see you have been holding back all the way." Song Jingheng got into the car and let Zhou Geng start talking.

Zhou Geng really took a deep breath, and as if he was afraid that Song Jingheng would not understand, he tried his best to explain clearly, so he still talked for more than half an hour.

"Boss, the hotel is here."

When talking about the key, the driver said that the hotel has arrived.

"I'm going to be on a business trip tomorrow and I'll be staying here, what about you? Do you want to talk to me in a few days, or?" Song Jingheng looked at Zhou Geng and pointed to the hotel gate.

"Go in and talk, I'm afraid I won't see you next time." Zhou Geng didn't worry too much at this time, and followed Song Jingheng to the hotel.

"I often live here, it's a little messy." Song Jingheng said with a smile when he opened the door.

"No chaos." Zhou Geng glanced casually, not knowing where he should stand.

"You sit down first, I'll clean up." Song Jingheng asked Zhou Geng to sit on the sofa, walked up and down by himself, washed himself and changed into home clothes.

"Meow." Suddenly an orange cat ran over, startling Zhou Geng.

"Your cat..." Zhou Geng had an inexplicable fear of cats, and his voice changed.

"Oh, it's okay, it doesn't catch people, it just looks at you." Song Jingheng said in the room, leaving Zhou Geng to look at the cat.

Zhou Geng smiled awkwardly at the cat, but he didn't expect that the cat rushed over when he smiled.

"Your cat!" Zhou Geng hurriedly stood up and quickly stood behind the sofa.

"Meow." The orange cat also ran over, looking like it was about to pounce again.

"More, it's time to eat." Song Jingheng shouted inside, and ran away like an orange cat.

With 1 bad words in Zhou Geng's mind, he sat down under pressure.

"Would you like some fruit?" Song Jingheng came out with a plate of cut fruits.

"No need, let me continue talking about the plan." Zhou Geng wished he could hold Song Jingheng and let him sit there obediently and listen to himself.

"Tell me, let me clean things up." Song Jingheng nodded and began to pack things.

Zhou Geng endured for a while, and seeing that Song Jingheng didn't intend to stop, he got up and stood beside Song Jingheng and talked to him.

Song Jingheng nodded from time to time, but he was able to pick up, which meant that he had listened.

Zhou Geng finished speaking in one breath, Song Jingheng hadn't finished cleaning yet.

"This hotel doesn't clean for you?" Zhou Geng asked unbearably.

"Clean, but I have to tidy it up again to feel at ease." Song Jingheng said and tidied up again.

"Aren't you going on a business trip? Don't be so tired." Seeing that he was going to move the sofa, Zhou Geng got up and pushed the sofa away for him.

"Well, it's okay to go later." Song Jingheng said and asked Zhou Geng to help him carry things, and after the two of them cleaned up inside and out, Song Jingheng nodded with satisfaction and said, "I feel comfortable now. "

"Then do you think my plan... can... take the first place?" Zhou Geng was too tired to speak.

Song Jingheng nodded and said, "It's good, but it's not suitable for our company."

"President Song, what do you mean?" Zhou Geng's face darkened instantly.

"Don't worry, our company doesn't accept it, other companies accept it." Song Jingheng said, gave Zhou Geng a business card, and said, "Go find this person tomorrow, and he will sign your plan. If you don't have time, you can Take a share of the money and go, if you have time, follow along, and then I will give you a share of the salary."

Zhou Geng's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, it was much better than getting a bonus.

"It's really going to happen, I still have to thank Mr. Song." Zhou Geng said hastily, he was afraid that tomorrow he would go to someone with his business card and they would not recognize him.

"It will definitely succeed, because that company is also mine." Song Jingheng looked at Zhou Geng and said with a smile: "I secretly opened it myself behind my family's back. Your proposal is very good, so I decided to keep it for myself."

"Ah?" Zhou Geng was stunned.

"What's the matter? Do you think my hand is not good?" Song Jingheng began to tidy up the sheets and remove the quilt.

"No, it's good, it's good." Zhou Geng went over and said, putting his hands together.

"What's so good about it?" Song Jingheng raised his head and asked.

Zhou Geng frowned, not knowing what Song Jingheng meant, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "It's always right for people to treat themselves better."

Song Jingheng listened, thought for a while, and said: "You are right. I used to be too bad to myself. I cared about this and that. In the end, I didn't get anything. I lost a lot."

Zhou Geng didn't know where Song Jingheng got his inspiration, but he didn't want to talk about his family with Song Jingheng, so he answered vaguely.

"Okay." After the new sheets were changed and the quilt cover was finished, Zhou Geng felt sleepy looking at himself.

"What time is it?" Song Jingheng glanced at the phone and said, "Oh, it's already one o'clock in the evening."

"Then...then I'll go, Mr. Song goodbye." Zhou Geng hurriedly wanted to leave.

"Forget it, let's rest together. I'll take you to that small company tomorrow, just on the way." Song Jingheng said with a smile.

"Ah?" Zhou Geng turned to look at Song Jingheng suspiciously.

"It just so happens that tomorrow I will hold a meeting with your planning book. Tell everyone about it, and I will see what job I will assign you at that time." Song Jingheng looked at Zhou Geng and said, "I'm afraid that when I leave, they won't It will be troublesome to deal with you."

Zhou Geng thought the same thing. If he was in charge of affairs at his age, people would definitely underestimate him. If the activities were not going smoothly, it would be a slap in the face for him.

It would be much better if Song Jingheng introduced himself in person.

"Then I'm bothering Mr. Song." Zhou Geng nodded.

"Don't bother, you're very interesting." Song Jingheng told Zhou Geng to take a bath.

Zhou Geng closed the bathroom door, and suddenly felt that things were going smoothly and it was too strange.

"Thinking too much." Zhou Geng looked in the mirror, his eyes were black and blue from the beating, Song Jingheng probably didn't have the appetite.

Zhou Geng came out after washing, changed into clean and comfortable pajamas, and saw Song Jingheng chatting with someone on the phone.

He just stood there and waited for a while.

"Come here." Song Jingheng beckoned to Zhou Geng naturally.

When Zhou Geng walked over, he heard Song Jingheng joking with others, saying that he was just a child, and he was a gentleman.

Zhou Geng listened with black lines on his face.

"Okay, I won't talk to you anymore, the child's face is dark." Song Jingheng hung up the phone after finishing speaking, turned to look at Zhou Geng and said, "My friend likes to talk nonsense, sorry."

"It's okay, I'll sleep on the sofa?" Zhou Geng said and walked towards the sofa.

"Hey." Song Jingheng suddenly yelled, looked at Zhou Geng hesitantly and said, "The sofa has just been cleaned up, if you sleep all night, you probably wrinkle too much."

"Then I'll make the floor." Zhou Geng said with a cold face.

"Hmm... alright." Song Jingheng nodded as if he wanted to say something but dared not.

Zhou Geng didn't expect that he would let himself sleep on the floor. He was hurt by the injury, and couldn't fall asleep because of tossing and turning.

In the middle of the night, Song Jingheng said cautiously: "Why don't you come and sleep here?"

In the dark night, Zhou Geng got up again.

When Zhou Geng approached, Song Jingheng inexplicably took a breath.

"President Song, do you like men?" Zhou Geng's cold voice came from the side.