Beginning without end

Lu Fucheng never thought that the lawyer's letter would be sent to his home. Generally, such work disputes are always mediated by the company first, and even if a lawsuit is filed, it must be sent to the studio according to the procedure.When Lu Fucheng returned home, he saw Song Bai carefully handing the things to him with a worried face, and his heart ached.

Song Bai knew what kind of person Lu Fucheng was. In Lu Fucheng's heart, apart from Song Bai and his family, the rest was work.He is in the golden rising period of his career, how could he do such a despicable thing against his conscience.Song Bai was so distressed that he couldn't help it, the circles of his eyes were turning red.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't worry about it." Lu Fucheng gently wiped the tears from the corners of Song Bai's eyes with his thumb. The biggest reason he didn't want Song Bai to know was that Lu Fucheng really couldn't bear to see Song Bai sad.

Lu Fucheng sighed lowly, went to the kitchen to finish the dishes that Song Bai had put down after half cooking, and after packing up, greeted Song Bai for dinner.From this point of view, Lu Fucheng seems to be the one who is okay among the two.

"Ah Bai, it's time to eat." Lu Fucheng forcibly dug Song Bai out of the sofa, and led him to wash his hands: "You're making me more panicked than being sent a lawyer's letter." The words were teasing and pampering tone of voice.

Song Bai sat at the dining table, unable to put his chopsticks down: "Is it serious?"

Lu Fucheng shook his head: "It's okay, I'll find a friend to hire a good lawyer, I'm not afraid of being investigated, don't worry."

Song Bai bit the tip of his chopsticks and frowned, deeply worried.

"It's really okay. Shanghai is so big, so I'm not afraid that I won't be able to find a job. And I still have savings in my hand, so I can open a studio." Lu Fucheng gave Song Bai a chopstick of yam: "At that time, I will have time to accompany Song Bai every day. is you."

Song Bai finally showed some relaxed smiles, and when those little canine teeth came out, Lu Fucheng's heart became sweeter.

But Song Bai is so old, he has his own ideas in his heart, he secretly searched the terms and punishment measures that appeared in the lawyer's letter on the Internet, and he was dumbfounded.If the crime is carried out, he will be fined a huge amount, and if it is serious, he will be sentenced.

Especially for a rich and well-connected boss like Feng Zhengqi, as long as he presses the thing in his hand tightly and bites to death, the whole Lu Fucheng can be easily captured.

Song Bai was out of shape at work the next day. He even forgot to wear gloves when he baked the first batch of cakes. His fingertips were burned a bit, and blisters appeared before noon.

What he didn't expect was that Ji Suiyun came over at noon for the first time, as if he was here to pick up the voucher benefits for the employees after finishing the light meal with the customers.Seeing Song Bai's absent-minded and haggard face, Ji Suiyun asked casually, "What happened?"

Song Bai and Ji Suiyun have been in contact several times, and know that his status is very unusual. The huge difference caused by environment and class makes Song Bai always feel a little alienated and alienated from him, and even a little bit afraid.But after getting along a few times, I also feel that Ji Suiyun is very polite and gentle. Although his temperament is still high and noble, he is very easy-going in his dealings with others.

So about Lu Fucheng, Song Bai still told him a little bit.

Ji Suiyun frowned slightly: "It's really too much."

Seeing that he didn't dislike these things in his family, Song Bai felt grateful: "...I really don't know how to help him."

"Well, let's go out later and tell me what's going on. The company has a pretty good team of lawyers. Designer Lu has a very good personality. If I can help, I'll definitely help."

For the first time, Song Bai felt that he could do something for Lu Fucheng, so he greeted Li Yang and left.

Ji Suiyun took him to a very quiet teahouse, which seemed to be a private club, and there were not many tables of guests in it.The decoration is very elegant, there are several blue and white porcelain vases in the glass display cabinets, and the nameplates are actually genuine.

Ji Suiyun skillfully and gracefully poured a cup of tea for Song Bai: "Taste."

Song Bai was not used to this kind of environment, he was afraid to move, his fingers clasped the rim of the cup tightly.

Until Ji Suiyun's hand covered the back of Song Bai's, Song Bai trembled violently, pulled out his hand reflexively, and spilled a cup of tea on Huanghuali's table.

Ji Suiyun frowned inexplicably: "I saw that your fingertips seemed to be burned."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ji...I..." Song Bai's face turned red and then turned pale. Although Ji Suiyun's tone was explaining, there was faint displeasure and impatience in his words.

"It's okay." Ji Suiyun said calmly, watching the waiter clear up the table, he asked for a pot of low-alcohol sake and silver needles.

Song Bai didn't dare to ask more questions, so he could only bring the topic to Lu Fucheng's matter.

"I suggest that if you can save face in this matter, entrust a few people to find Party A. No matter whether Designer Lu is innocent or not, the cost for Party A to withdraw the lawsuit is the lowest. Because once a lawsuit is filed, no matter whether you can win or not, the early stage The input cost and the impact on the image in the later stage are too great, and it is really not worth it." Ji Suiyun took a sip of tea, with no expression on his face: "Oh, by the way, do you know the customer's information? Let me see if I have it A friend has dealt with him and can help you ask."

Song Bai's gratitude at this time has completely overwhelmed the rejection of Ji Suiyun's touch just now: "It seems to be a boss named Feng, called...Feng Zhengqi?"

Ji Suiyun looked surprised: "Changrong's Feng Zhengqi? This is my old classmate."

At this time, the wine and silver needles came up, Ji Suiyun didn't say anything more, but stretched out his hand to Song Bai: "Come on, let me treat the wound on your hand for you."

"No, no need. I'll just go to an outside clinic later..." Song Bai felt that firstly, it was too strange to ask Ji Suiyun to help, and secondly, it was always a little unharmonious and dirty to treat wounds in such an elegant place.

Ji Suiyun didn't say anything this time, and directly pulled Song Bai's hand over.When Song Bai wanted to refuse, he said softly: "I'll make an appointment with Feng Zhengqi, no matter how unforgiving he is, he has to give me face."

Song Bai thanked again and again, when the tip of his finger was poked by a silver needle.He hissed slightly, and his fingers trembled slightly in Ji Suiyun's hand.

Ji Suiyun apologized: "Sorry, I hurt you." Such a gentle face.

Song Bai didn't notice Ji Suiyun's perfunctory and inattentiveness, and he was a little ashamed of his coquettishness: "It's just that I'm not very patient with pain."

Ji Suiyun hummed, and poured some wine on the wound after treating the wound. He seemed to have no intention, flicked his wrist, and drenched a little too much.Song Bai was unprepared, hissed and let out a pain.

Ji Suiyun put down the wine glass and exhaled slowly.For the first time, his stamina seemed a little insufficient, but such a small matter made him start to feel distracted in public.He lowered his eyes and looked at the delicate and smooth cup wall under his hands for a while, and threw out a sweet date: "I will contact Feng Zhengqi tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and I will call you if there is a result."

Song Bai hurriedly took out his mobile phone: "Can I save your contact information?"

Ji Suiyun took his mobile phone, and quickly and unequivocally looked through Song Bai's address book after saving his mobile phone number.The first one is Chengcheng.It seems that in order to display at the top, "love" was added before the name.

Ji Suiyun returned the phone to Song Bai, watched him being led out by the waiter, and smiled coldly.

He doesn't care about people's hearts, just like collecting stamps, as long as he gets it.