love too early

I picked up the remaining half of the box of desserts.

Going to the reception room, Fu Zhiheng also came back, and there was a faint smell of tobacco coming in with him. It was obvious that he was smoking somewhere just now, and the smell hadn't dissipated in time.

Seeing me, he paused and said, "Sorry."

I don't like the smell of cigarettes. Fu Zhiheng usually pays attention not to smoke when I'm around, but today he probably touched his nose in a bad mood and couldn't control himself.

"It's okay." I pretended not to know what happened, and asked with my normal expression, "Do you want to eat Keluli? It's not bad."

Fu Zhiheng seemed to know the packaging of this coffee shop, took a look and said, "No, it's too sweet."

He lazily leaned on the sofa, took a sip of the coffee on the table, and quickly returned to his usual appearance. He joked to me and said, "I think everyone is chocolate chip cookies. How come the boss still cooks for himself behind the back of the employees?" Xiaozao?"

"That's right, I didn't pay attention." I put down the document and asked, "What did Mr. Fu want from me?"

"You call me that, of course it's the art museum's business to find you." Fu Zhiheng said lazily: "I chose furniture wood with you before, do you remember?"

"Well, remember."

Fu Zhiheng is an out-and-out rich second generation. After graduation, he did not return home to inherit the family business. Instead, he became famous in the construction industry by his own ability. He was regarded as a master reserve in the industry when he was only in his 20s. Apart from talent, I can't think of it. another explanation.

And such a genius has spent all his time in the past few months helping me to control the project of the art museum, from the design of the entire building to the small selection of a table and chair, all by himself.

I thought about it, "Looks like it ended up being decided on...mahogany?"

"Yes, that's right." Fu Zhiheng nodded, "But something is wrong now. There is a wild fire in the African production area, and the price of mahogany all over the world has increased accordingly. Do you think we should change to a different kind of wood, or add more Budget, let the cost engineer make another quotation?"

"What do you think?" I asked.

"I think Boss Shi is not short of money." Fu Zhiheng joked and returned to seriousness, "Besides, this art museum is, in a sense, a business card for you, which is related to the construction of a long-term image. Spend more The money is also worth it. Of course, this is just my suggestion, you still have to consider the whole company, and the 20% increase in raw materials is not a small amount after all.”

20.00%... I'm not very good at arithmetic, so I made a rough estimate, and it's indeed a big number.

Seeing me pondering, Fu Zhiheng came over and said, "There is another way."

I looked up to meet his smiling eyes, and asked, "What?"

"Me." He seemed to be able to switch freely between being serious and not serious, pointing at himself and said foolishly, "I have money."

Sometimes I couldn't keep up with Fu Zhiheng's brain circuit, so I frowned and said, "I know you are rich."

"What I mean is, I've already ordered this batch of timber for you, so you don't need to pay any more," he said.

This time I didn't understand even more. I looked into Fu Zhiheng's eyes and tried to find some clues, but his expression was flawless, and I couldn't see it.

"Don't look at me like that, isn't it right to spend money for you?" He leaned back on the sofa, still smiling wildly, "Actually, I don't have to discuss this matter with you, because I've already settled it before I came here."

"Then why..."

He raised his eyebrows: "I'm not the holy father. I don't want to leave my name when I do good deeds. Such a large sum of money can be heard in the water. Of course, I want you to read me."

Fu Zhiheng's logic is perfectly fine, but I still asked a lot: "Did you do something wrong?"

The saying that you can be courteous if you have nothing to do is rape or steal is 100% applicable to Fu Zhiheng, since he was a child, if he suddenly treats me well for no reason, it must be because he has done something bad.It's just that his moral bottom line has been getting lower and lower in recent years, and few things can arouse his guilt.

"No, I just feel that I don't have much time to accompany you after returning to China." He said.

I don't know how to answer this sentence, because in my memory, Fu Zhiheng played more wildly abroad, and when he returned to China, he might restrain himself a little because of his parents.

Finally, I told the truth: "I don't need your company."

Fu Zhiheng has long been used to my incomprehensible style, he clicked his tongue and said: "You know that I have the heart."

"I see." Fu Zhiheng was rich, so I never treated him politely, "Thank you."

It seems that he came here today only for one thing, and he got up to leave after talking. I took a look upstairs and saw his car driving in the opposite direction. I don’t know why, but I have a strong feeling that he wants Go to that coffee shop.

I know that it is immoral to gloat, but thinking that Fu Zhiheng might run into trouble again, I feel inexplicably better than knowing that he helped me solve my eight-figure troubles.

This hobby has been around since childhood.When he was young, Fu Zhiheng often bullied the girls in his class. I like to watch him being punished by the teacher or dragged home to face the wall by his parents.And when he faces the wall, I usually sit beside him and eat snacks. I find it very interesting that he is neither convinced nor dares to make a big fuss.

Until now, Fu Zhiheng thinks that I accompany him to face the wall because I love him.

It's a pity that this kind of happiness is getting less and less. After growing up, Fu Zhiheng is lawless, and the little lovers around him don't have any temper. They just know that it's boring to spoil him blindly.

I shook my head and looked down to see a new request to add a friend on WeChat.

Few people know about my private account, and I haven’t added friends for a long time. The person’s profile picture is a cartoon rabbit, and the nickname is also "rabbit". I don’t know who it is.

"Is that Mr. Shilu?"—the addition request is unremarkable.

Knowing my name and my private number... I looked at the innocent and lovely white rabbit on the screen, thought for a moment and clicked through.

The other party quickly sent a photo. In the photo, Fu Zhiheng's car was parked in front of the coffee shop. Other than that, there was no special information.I was a little puzzled, and sent a question mark, but the other party stopped talking.

Click on the avatar, the circle of friends is empty, I don't know if it is a new account or permissions have been set for me.Returning to the dialog box, there is still no new news, as if I was added just to show me this boring photo.

Nothing to do left and right, I zoomed in on the picture and looked at it again, worried that I missed some details.But no, this is just an ordinary photo taken casually without any composition or aesthetic feeling.

I was a little disappointed, I closed the dialog box and put down my phone, wondering who this rabbit was.However, when I was about to go home at night, Rabbit sent another photo - Fu Zhiheng's car was still parked in the same place on the side of the street with the street lights on, and hadn't moved for the whole afternoon.

Which kid has the time to watch over Fu Zhiheng all day?

I pinched the phone with two fingers and turned it around on the table a few times, propping my head and yawning boredly. After a few minutes, there was no new news. It seemed that there was only one photo this time.

After thinking about it, I called Fu Zhiheng.

"Hello?" The other side quickly picked it up.

"Zhiheng," I adjusted my voice and asked as usual, "Where are you?"

"Outside." Fu Zhiheng's tone was normal, "What's the matter, baby?"

I made up a random reason and said, "My car broke down, is it convenient for you to pick me up?"

"The car broke down?" Fu Zhiheng thought for a moment, "Then you wait for me, I'll be there right away."

"Well, thank you."

It was completely dark outside, so I hung up the phone and yawned again.

One minute later, the phone screen turned on again, and it was still a photo - Fu Zhiheng came out of the coffee shop and walked towards his car, as if he was about to leave.

I looked up and looked out the window, the moon had not yet risen, and every window of the office building across the street was emitting a faint white light, making the night gray.

Summer is almost over, and the camphor downstairs is still lush.

Ten minutes later, Fu Zhiheng called in: "Come on baby, I'm here."