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What do you usually write in your memo?

It was a quarter past six in the morning.

The sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was still shrouded in darkness. After the security check, Shen Teng sat in the brightly lit waiting hall, resting his chin on one hand, and absently typed two sentences on his mobile phone:

/ Early morning airports are the second most congested corners of the world

/Female, sir, please take off your mask and hat, and look at the camera

He is learning to write poetry recently, and before returning to China, he even consulted a poet who claimed to be a representative of the Crescent School in a bar in Chinatown.

The other party told him to pay more attention to his side, and then he ordered a glass of Baileys for Shen Teng without hesitation, and then suggested that he use rhetoric to turn this trivial matter into a beautiful poem and keep it in his memo.

Shen Toma smiled at him at the time, his goddamn beauty made people dazzled for a moment, and he couldn't tell that there was no warmth in his eyes, but Shen Toma just put the tip on the bottom of the square cup, and casually suggested to the other party before leaving, why not First record the picture just now on the moon.

He grew up abroad, so he didn't quite know that the Crescent School did not only write about the existence of the moon, but the short sentence he said casually did have a poetic shadow.

But when he really started to write, Shen Teng could only write down some journals like plain boiled water.

Crowded airport in the morning.

Customs confused by his long hair.

Shen Teng was a little distressed.He originally wanted to write a poem for Qin Zheng, but it seemed difficult to realize it.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, it was drizzling, dark clouds were pouring over, and the rising sun could not be seen beyond the horizon.

The signage at the boarding gate was finally updated, but it was a reminder of the delay at the previous station.

Shen Teng finally gave up the memo.

Switching to the original camera to freeze the scenery in front of him, and simply admiring the composition, he archived it in an album called "Before I was alive".

"I'm on the plane."

When he received this text message, Qin Zheng was sitting in the conference room on the 79th floor of Luming Financial Center, listening to the CFO's investment risk assessment report. He was in the main seat, and there were dozens of people below.

The atmosphere in the room was very solemn. Before the meeting, he set the phone to silent, and turned the screen upside down on the table. Unfortunately, this untimely letter still caused the latest max model to shake the earth twice on the table.

The CFO fell silent instantly, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and Qin Zheng raised his eyebrows, without even looking at the mobile phone of the instigator, he still leaned on his seat as motionless as a mountain, and put the Montblanc pen in his hand on the table, implying disapproval Knock patiently.

The meeting continues.

The early spring in Jiangcheng is not very pleasant, at least compared to Yancheng where Qin Zheng grew up, this city located further south seems to be more inseparable from winter.

It was almost evening when the meeting ended, and Qin Zheng picked up his mobile phone while everyone was leaving the meeting, and unexpectedly found that it had declared that it had run out of battery at some point.

No wonder the second half was so quiet.

As if he was eager to leave this oppressive conference room, soon there was only the boss who was a man of few words but very good at blocking people's way out with a single word in the soundproof space.When Qin Zheng got up to leave, he was still holding the pen in his hand, turning it slightly between his fingers like a habit.

The secretary, who had been waiting outside the door for a long time, hurried forward to hand over his coat, and calmly described the upcoming schedule in a stylized tone: "Mr. Song from Jiang Yi invites you to have dinner at Yuejiang Huating."

Qin Zheng handed her the mobile phone that was in urgent need of charging with lowered eyelids, and asked in a daze, "Song Yi or Song San?"

Secretary: "It's the young master of the Song family."

Qin Zheng gave an "um", noncommittal.

What I reported at the meeting just now was the cooperation plan with Jiang Yi Song. From the CFO to the small staff, the whole company has been sparing no effort to match Qinghe and Jiang Yi for cooperation. It was only last month that the chairman sent him to Qin Zheng, the young master from Jiangcheng, has always had reservations about this.

"Are you going?" After hesitating, the secretary couldn't help asking cautiously.

Qin Zheng's eyes slid across the mobile phone in her palm without stopping.

There was a message imported there before. His number is very private, and there are only a handful of people who can contact it.

"Go," but he said.

"I'm getting off the plane."

There was no reply to the last message, so Shen Teng edited and sent another one without paying attention.

He didn't have any checked luggage, and only carried a very simple travel bag, but the man was tall and had long legs, with excellent proportions. His simple black outfit looked like he could be on the international show at any time.The most astonishing thing is the soft long hair that hangs down to the middle of the spine, with a simple black peaked cap on it, and a disposable white mask covering the lower half of the face, leaving only a pair of extremely delicate fox eyes exposed. in the air.

In such a situation where she was covered up like a girl who hadn't left the court, Shen Teng rejected no less than ten people's invitations to strike up a conversation on the way from Yancheng to Jiangcheng, both male and female.

In the past, anyone who caught the eye would not be rejected, but since the purpose of this visit was very clear, Shen Teng felt that he should be more or less specific—even though Qin Zheng didn't know it.

Maybe this is Shendu, he thought to himself.

Regretfully rejecting another handsome mixed-race guy's dinner invitation, Shen Teng picked up his phone and confirmed again that he still hadn't gotten any reply.

If you scroll up again, you can find that the dialogue between him and Qin Zheng is really lacklustre, with no content at all: the green dialogue box has relatively more words, such as "boarding", "getting off the plane", "have you eaten?" "" "Ritz Hotel 2031" and so on, the white box is simpler, such as "um", "good", "eat", "on the way" and so on.

Shen Teng stood at the airport exit for a while, a little surprised that the outskirts of Jiangcheng were so cool in April.

He suddenly hesitated whether he should immediately go back the same way and buy another ticket to leave here.When Shen Teng returned to the country, he went to Yancheng first, and then Jiangcheng, just to see Qin Zheng. If he couldn't see him, there was no need to stay here.

He thought for a moment, then dialed the phone casually.

If it is not for close social interaction, Shen Teng usually prefers text communication that can neither be seen nor heard compared to instant calls, but this is probably the last time to contact the other party, so it does not matter to make an exception.

No one answered the other side.

Shen Teng's mind wandered, and he began to imagine what he should talk to Qin Zheng if he really answered the phone.In the past 20 years, Shen Teng has been wandering among the flowers, and he can write books with graceful words of love. Not to mention the Crescent School, even the Milky Way Cosmic School can master it, but Shen Teng has no specific experience in chatting with his lover.

The acquaintance between him and Qin Zheng started from his own teasing and inherited from the kisses that the other party fell on him. In the past three years, each meeting has only one purpose and that is to make love, and it is the same this time.

But if Qin Zheng gets through the phone, can I ask him to have dinner first?The half-breed just now introduced to Shen Teng that there is a Yuejiang Huating on the edge of the Lujiang River.

"Hello, hello."

A female voice connected, pulling Shen Teng back from his endless thoughts, and introduced himself without any waves.

——Sorry, Mr. Shen, Boss Qin has an appointment tonight.

--understood.

After ending the call with high efficiency, Shen Teng stared at the 27-second record on the phone screen for a while, and suddenly couldn't help but wonder what Qin Zheng's note was for himself.

"Shen Teng" is still "Shen", it is impossible to really be "Mr. Shen", I can't guess, but it must be quite boring.

Leave or stay, tobeornottobe.

Shen Teng walked to the BMW car that had been waiting for a long time on the side of the road, looked at the mixed-race young man in the driver's seat who was blinking and smiling at him for a while, and asked lazily, "How much is it to drive to the city, little master?"

In the end, the dinner didn't go to Yuejiang Huating. Qin Zheng simply showed up at the after-dinner dessert time on the grounds that his recent poor appetite would disturb Mr. Song's meal.

The cooperation between Qing He and Jiang Yi is imminent, and it is not something that Qin Zheng can stop with all his strength, let alone he didn't intend to stop it.

Within 10 minutes, the core terms were re-drawn. When the two got up to shake hands, Song Xiyuan, who became Jiang Yi's real power in his teens, praised, "Your father really underestimated his son."

Qin Zheng nodded slightly, and the waiter just delivered the packaged pudding gift box, and he politely announced his farewell under the inquiring eyes of Young Master Song.

"You don't really come to eat dessert, do you?" Song Xiyuan's handsome and cold face finally burst into a smile full of interest.

Qin Zheng lowered his eyes and smiled, but did not answer.

Since becoming an adult, the second young master of the Qin family has become less and less talkative.

In this era, for the high-ranking people, rather than withdrawn, "less talk" is more likely to be synonymous with "mysterious", making them accept more daring peeps from everyone.

This also leads to a few interesting stories. The most recent one is half a month ago in the morning, Qin Zheng received a call from Fa Xiaoji Chen in the company, and he didn't know what the other party said, so he asked the other party slowly "Are you sick?" He walked out of the elevator, and after he left, the employees in the whole car were immersed in the shock that the boss' son was not driven to Jiangcheng because he was dumb and unable to speak, and were unable to extricate themselves from being closed again The elevator is packed together and sent back to the first floor.

——But in fact, Qin Zheng is just a living person whose stomach is aching at this moment because he misses the meal time because he catches up on sleep in the office in the evening.

The underground garage was quiet and empty. Qin Zheng got in the car and turned on his phone. He read the only unread message without any reaction: The secretary reminded him half an hour ago that he remembered to attend the Cheng family's dinner tomorrow.

In addition, the message that interrupted the meeting in the afternoon disappeared, and I don't know what else was deleted at the same time-his father gave too much power to a secretary.

The mobile phone symbolizing father's love was casually thrown on the passenger seat, the engine started, and Qin Zheng turned the steering wheel to drive towards the city center.He didn't have real estate in Jiangcheng, and the [-]-square-meter high-end apartment he lived in was allocated by the company, but Qin Zheng didn't like to live with others, so he rented the remaining one on the same floor himself.

"Home" is not home, but the only place where he can find real peace after returning to China is that the secretary will not easily disturb him after get off work.

When the security guard learned that there was a visitor at home, Qin Zheng's bird feather-like eyelashes drooped, as if he didn't hear clearly, he stood where he was for a while.

This apartment has a high security factor, each floor elevator has an independent password, only the residents on that floor can reach it, and if you get upstairs by luck, there is a second fingerprint lock waiting for you.In other words, unless hell, there shouldn't be anyone in Qin Zheng's house at this time.

But he did know another less human being besides himself.

When he saw the signature of "Shen Teng" on the visitor registration form, Qin Zheng was surprised to find that his breath, which had been strained for a whole day, was suddenly relieved.

Before that, he didn't even notice the existence of this breath.

Shen Teng is like a wandering spirit.

While watching the numbers jumping slowly in the elevator, Qin Zheng leaned against the wall of the car with his trousers in his pocket and thought.

He is so good looking.

How beautiful it is.

Like you walking through the boundless wilderness alone, seeing the verdant mountains, the lonely desert, the deepest trench and the highest skylight and cloud shadow, you look up in the dense forest at night and see the moonlight pouring in the gaps between the dry branches, the Milky Way is in the world At the end, it turns into a dark blue night waterfall. When you walk there, you suddenly find that all the scenery is nothing compared to a Shen that is not here.

But his good looks are too far away from others.

Qin Zheng can't get him, let alone touch him. He is more like the existence in Qin Zheng's imagination. Only at the moment when the two people's skin is close to each other, Qin Zheng can truly feel Shen Teng's breath in his arms. .

In order to verify whether he is really mentally disturbed, Qin Zheng will be very rough to him every time, and Shen Teng's seduction and cooperation that is different from ordinary people is the last siren song that lures the sailors to sink into the sea of ​​lust.

But every once in a while, he and that person have some quiet moments.

During the last vacation in Argentina, during a sleepy night in South America, Shen Tomato suddenly proposed to watch a documentary.

I can't remember the specific content, but it is about the deep sea and whales.

On a night intoxicated by the spring breeze, distant whale songs came from the old TV stereo, and the blue light and shadow projected on the man's face with a light expression, unexpectedly softly outlined the outline that was too beautiful to be real.

So soft... Qin Zheng silently acquiesced in Shen Teng's behavior of leaning on his shoulder to fall asleep in the second half of the documentary.

The faint starlight jumped in from the French windows in the corridor, and Qin Zheng stood silently outside the door for a while, like a statue, before he raised his arm to record his fingerprints after a long time.

The door opened, and the huge empty living room did not turn on the lights, and there was no TV. Someone projected a film on the curtain that occupied the entire wall, and dark blue light dust spread in the silent air.

Qin Zheng remembered that the documentary was about the singing of humpback whales.

In 1968, the song of the humpback whale discovered by Roger Payne in the waters of Bermuda led to the global environmental protection movement. Humans on land once again sent records of humpback whale singing to the universe through space probes.

I heard that the Voyager Golden Record can be preserved in the universe for more than one billion years, so one day, will life from another dimension really pass through it and understand the ancient whale singing on a blue planet hundreds of millions of years ago?

On that silent night in Buenos Aires, when the long ending was rolled over, the azure title reappeared on the screen, and at that moment, Shen Toma opened his eyes consciously and raised his head. , looking silently at the person who was also looking at him.

Qin Zheng carried the pudding and walked to the sofa.

Someone was fast asleep in the living room.

Two long legs were slung on the sofa, the pajama pants were rubbed upwards, and the lines of the bare calves were extremely graceful and smooth, but looking down, the beauty's upper body collapsed on the carpet without any image.

His long hair spread out around his peaceful sleeping face, and the blue light pulled the whole room into the bottom of the sea. Shen Teng was like a water lily that was thrown into it and gradually drowned. The mole at the end of his eye was the only proof that he The core heart that has not yet completely disappeared.

Some people can't understand why the same scene, which I thought was still warm at the time, can only arouse boundless lust at the moment.

The pudding was casually put aside, Qin Zheng loosened his tie and walked over, grabbed Shen Teng's collar and pulled him up from the ground, bowed his head and kissed him directly.

The person pretending to sleep couldn't help biting the corner of his mouth, then opened his lips and tongue, calmly and obediently allowing anyone to invade at will.

"Easy, baby."

He smiled as if sighing.

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Dionysus PartC·Three Days of Love

Lu Wen + Paoyou becomes a lover, not the president Wen (Zhen Sheng), Qin Zheng will lose his job in the next chapter.

There is no entanglement or misunderstanding. It is two mature adults who want to die and the other does not want him to die. In the process of exploring each other, they talked about a simple love story that I personally think is very romantic. It is not cruel. , HE.

Also, the second young master's name seems to be mistyped by everyone since "Pecking", so here is a formal correction: Qin Zheng's Zheng is Shan Zhengzheng, his wife is Shen Teng (shān), and his name has wife .In addition, in "Pecking", Qin Zheng was an annoying kid in the rebellious period until 10 minutes before his exit. If you haven't watched it, you don't have to watch it.