we are all idiots

Lu Qiulin never went to the gym. First, he thought it was troublesome. Second, he didn’t like the atmosphere there. Moreover, the figure he gained from the gym was not what he wanted. He admired nature. If he had time, he would rather go hiking with a bag on his back , ride your bike, and enjoy all that is wonderful about nature.

When he returned from the run, he bought a breakfast at the breakfast shop downstairs and ate it while sitting down. He paid for it and was about to leave. After thinking about it, he stopped and returned it to pack a copy.

Opening the door and entering the room, there was no one in the room. There was no sign of that person in the kitchen, bathroom, or guest room. Lu Qiulin opened the closet in the guest room, and there were two sets of home clothes that he lent him neatly stacked inside. The tracksuit he had worn himself was gone.

gone?

Lu Qiulin heaved a sigh of relief, threw the packed breakfast into the trash can, took a shower in the bathroom, changed into casual clothes and went out.

Sitting in the car, Lu Qiulin took out the business card Song Wei gave him yesterday, and dialed the mobile phone number on it.

The call was connected quickly, and it was a sweet female voice, "Hello, Juncheng Decoration Co., Ltd., what do you need?"

"Hello, I want to find your company for decoration."

"Okay, please tell me your specific address, and I will arrange for our company's designers and engineers to come and conduct a survey."

Lu Qiulin gave an address and told the other party that he was waiting for them at the scene in the morning, then hung up the phone and drove to the scene.

After waiting for less than an hour, people arrived.

There were four people in total, and the one walking in front was a man about the same age as Lu Qiulin. He wore a dark gray suit and a white shirt. The collar of the shirt was open, exposing his slender neck. He was slightly taller than Lu Qiulin, with facial features. Handsome, steady walk, a young talent, very similar to Lu Qiulin's temperament.

Seeing Lu Qiulin smile slightly, the man reached out to him, "Hello, Mr. Lu."

Lu Qiulin raised his eyebrows. He remembered that he didn't say his last name on the phone.

He stretched out his hand, held the man's generous palm, and said with a smile, "Hello."

Then let go.

The man looked at Lu Qiulin and smiled, and said, "Song Wei and I are friends, and I am also the person in charge of Juncheng. This is my business card."

He took out a business card from his suit pocket and handed it to Lu Qiulin.

Lu Qiulin took it over and saw that it was indeed different from the one Song Wei gave him. The business card Song Wei gave him was very ordinary, with only the company name and company phone number printed on it. Zhang is much more upscale, and the man's name and his mobile phone number are displayed on the business card.

Lu Qiulin couldn't help but glanced at the man again, Qi Jun, with a nice name, just like a human being, with a handsome appearance and a low-key personality.

Lu Qiulin is gay, he looks at a man just like a straight man looks at a woman, he will see every aspect of the other person, face, figure, temperament, dressing taste... The more he looks at Lu Qiulin, the more he sighs, this man is simply impeccable.

On the opposite side, Qi Jun accepted Lu Qiulin's gaze calmly, with a smile on his face all the time.

The eye contact in just a few seconds let both of them know that the other party was of the same kind.

"Mr. Qi, I will trouble you next."

"You're welcome."

In the next two hours, Lu Qiulin shared his requirements and ideas with the designer of the other party, and several people made a preliminary design plan together, and then the engineers conducted on-site surveys.

During the conversation, Lu Qiulin found that Qi Jun didn't talk much, and most of the time he listened quietly to their discussions, but sometimes a small suggestion he made occasionally coincided with his thoughts.At the end, Lu Qiulin, who had only had a slight liking for him at first, greatly appreciated him. Seeing that it was already noon, he wanted to treat him to a meal.

"President Qi, I am honored to have you personally supervise me. Can I have a meal with you at noon?"

Qi Jun looked at his watch, hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "I'm not very honored."

Afterwards, he ordered his subordinates to drive his car back to the company, and he took a taxi back after eating.