Black Heart Tangyuan Edible Guide

The lights in the swimming pool were turned off, Despacito's music played, and then a beam of projected light came down from the second floor and shrouded Tan Yuan's body.

At that time, a video of a little girl dancing was very popular. No matter what the little girl was doing, as long as she heard the music of Despacito, she would shake things and sway to the rhythm. It was so cool, and everyone had seen it.

So as soon as the music comes together, everyone understands it.

Tan Xiaobo jumped up first, with two hundred catties of fat rolling over his body.

The crowd just followed suit, not because they had to see the naked body, and it was cold, so they all gave up and jumped up to the rhythm.

A group of monsters danced wildly in the swimming pool for a while, and the leaders of the red team, Cheng Du and Fang Zhimo, were squeezed to the edge of the swimming pool instead.

Cheng Du looked at Fang Zhimo in a daze, his usual calm and reserved expression cracked.

In fact, he is not a person who is particularly good at communication, and he is a bit easy when encountering such a situation.

Fang Zhimo glanced at Cheng Du who was at a loss, and the corners of his mouth slightly curved.

After the song was over, everyone returned to the living room, and the living room was immediately filled with feasting lights.

Because of his sensitive identity, Fang Zhimo actually rarely participated in these gatherings. It was rare to appear here today, so he naturally became the target of bombardment by everyone.

"Fang Chu, I usually can't invite you. Sure enough, our squad leader has a lot of face and a strong relationship. Don't you think so?" Someone asked.

"Hey, what's wrong with being square? The squad leader said when we entered the door just now. We have no status today. We are all classmates. Say yes, Mr. Zhimo." Another person answered. .

"Yes, yes, I have a project here, Mr. Zhimo, can you see if this can be done..."

"Sorry, the class monitor also said that we are all classmates today, and we will discuss business in my office tomorrow."

Holding a glass of red wine, Fang Zhimo politely toasted the group of people, looked around, and finally saw Cheng Du's shadow in the corner.

He walked over quickly, only to find that the seat next to Cheng Du had already been occupied first.

Fang Zhimo frowned, and walked over with a wine glass.

When the man saw Fang Zhimo approaching, he stepped aside knowingly.

Cheng Du raised his head, saw Fang Zhimo coming, stood up with a smile, and raised his glass to him, "Mr. Zhimo."

Seeing Cheng Du's expression, Fang Zhimo was stunned for a moment. At this moment, he thought Cheng Du had already remembered him.

But it's a pity that the twinkling in those eyes is not the familiar warm and pampering light in the past.

All Fang Zhimo's words were blocked at that moment, and he didn't even know what kind of attitude Cheng Du had towards him now.

The son of the enemy who crushed his family?Or an ordinary primary school classmate?Or, as he said at the time, a passer-by who has no impression at all?

Thinking of this, Fang Zhimo's hand holding the wine glass tightened involuntarily.

"...Unexpectedly, you still remember me this time."

Fang Zhimo chose the most inappropriate opening remarks.

Cheng Du was taken aback, smiled and said, "Of course, I'm deeply impressed."

Fang Zhimo was suffocated, and quickly relaxed: "Really? What an honor. I don't know what makes me a top student...Mr. Cheng, are you impressed?"

Cheng Du pushed his glasses: "When you came to the stadium to watch the game that day, I felt your name was very familiar. No wonder...it turns out that we were classmates in elementary school. This is really fate."

Speaking of the last sentence, Cheng Du couldn't help laughing, he really found it funny.

Fang Zhimo was so choked by him that he couldn't speak, he just took a sip of the wine in his hand, raised his eyes and looked elsewhere and said, "Hehe...Fate."

Seeing that he was not in a good mood, Cheng Du found other topics for an awkward chat, but Fang Zhimo was still absent-minded, and left after a while.

The atmosphere of the reception was very good, and the students quickly gathered together in small groups.

The childlike innocence group headed by Tan Xiaobo started a new round of games. Fang Zhimo looked at it coldly for a while, uninterested, and pushed open the door of the villa, intending to go out for a cigarette before coming in.

A row of phoenix bananas was planted outside the gate of the villa, about two or three meters high. Many long strips of leaves grew from their tall trunks, which looked like huge dandelion seeds from a distance.

It was very cold outside, and there was no heating in the villa to maintain it. A chill hit, Fang Zhimo squinted his eyes, and was about to go back, but saw a person standing vaguely under the phoenix-tailed banana.

"...Are you there?"

Fang Zhimo hesitated for a while, but still walked over to the man, and closed his open collar.

"Ah, come out and get some air."

Cheng Du looked up and saw Fang Zhimo, smiled at him, moved to the side, and motioned for him to stand in.

The leaves of the phoenix-tailed banana hung very low. Fang Zhimo lowered his head and walked in. Looking around, he felt that he couldn't stand up straight. In the end, he could only choose to lean against the trunk with Cheng Du.

Cheng Du lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, while Fang Zhimo felt a little rude for his impulsive behavior just now.

The two of them remained silent for a while, and Fang Zhimo suddenly glanced at the cigarette in Cheng Du's hand, and brought the cigarette closer to him: "... borrow a fire."

Cheng Du was stunned for a moment, took out the lighter from his pocket and lit it, and handed it over with his other hand protecting it.

"Since when did you start smoking?" Fang Zhimo lowered his head and lit the cigarette by the fire, "I remember you didn't like the smell of cigarettes when you were young."

Cheng Du paused for a moment, his eyes fixed on the misty firelight: "Ah, yes. Later, I started to smoke because I was very disturbed for a while."

Fang Zhimo leaned back on the tree trunk again, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke into the air: "Is it because of your parents?"

Cheng Du retracted the lighter, and clamped the cigarette in his mouth with two fingers: "Almost. It's all over."

There was no moon that night, and it was quite dark under the fern-tailed bananas, only the faint light from the far distance of the courtyard and the flickering sparks on the cigarette butt.

The smell of the cigarette irritated the throat a bit, Fang Zhimo coughed twice, put out the cigarette, and put the cigarette butt into the small box that he carried with him.

Cheng Du glanced at him and smiled: "Environmental protection model."

Fang Zhimo laughed and said nothing.

The surroundings suddenly became very quiet, and the leaves above the head swayed slightly, making a slight collision sound.

Fang Zhimo was silent for a while, sighed softly, raised his jaw and said, "I know about the bidding for the land in Fengbu."

Cheng Du paused for a moment with the hand holding the cigarette: "What does Zhimo Jun mean?"

"I can help you."

Fang Zhimo is very straightforward, he has never offered to help anyone before, but now he wants to help Cheng Du tide over the difficulties.

As for the playboy thing...

He believed that the man would not dare to take his mind on his own people.

"Aren't you in Qichu Real Estate now?"

"Ah, yes." Cheng Du got up from the tree trunk, stood up straight and looked at Fang Zhimo, "Is there a way for Mr. Zhimo?"

Fang Zhimo also straightened up from the tree trunk he was leaning on, and was accidentally pricked by a leaf on his head, so he had to lean back again: "I know the old Han who is in charge of bidding."

Cheng Du was a little surprised. He looked around for a while, then lowered his voice and said, "Let's talk about this in detail tomorrow. I'll hold a banquet at Liyuan Hotel at 7 p.m.."

Fang Zhimo nodded and said, "I'm just pulling the strings and bringing you to meet someone. I can't guarantee whether it will work or not, and how it will work."

Cheng Du smiled and said, "That's natural. I can't thank you enough for knowing that Mr. Mo helped you."

Fang Zhimo looked at Cheng Du intently for a while, then took out a card from the business card holder: "Since you're back in City B, let's develop well, and keep in touch when you have time."

After saying this, Fang Zhimo paused, and took back all the words he wanted to say later.

He had no right to complain that Cheng Du wasn't the first to look for him after returning to City B, and he didn't know how to bring up the past.

But no matter what, it's good when people come back.

Cheng Du watched the man leave, then lit the lighter, and found that there were a few large characters written on the business card—Fang Zhimo, director of Division X of Land and Resources Bureau of City B.

Seeing these words, Cheng Du's pupils shrank suddenly.

He really didn't expect that the superior leader he was trying to find, the rumored "Fang Chu who couldn't please" was Fang Zhimo.

Cheng Du smiled wryly and leaned back against the tree trunk, not knowing whether it was happiness or worry for a while.

The joy is that this time he finally helped his new owner find a savior, but the worry is that the water in City B is too deep. Once he gets involved with the government, Cheng Qingping will find that he has returned to City B one day.

Once discovered, all his painstaking efforts over the years will be in vain.

After graduating from university, Cheng Du relied on the small money he earned from his investment to study for a master's degree. He returned to China at the age of 22 and opened a small company in City X, which has developed well.Later, he met a good partner, so he handed over the company to the other party to take care of it, and he retreated to the second line to take dry shares.

Later, a brother in college insisted on letting him go and manage the company for him, and it happened that Cheng Du was also happy to be a behind-the-scenes person, so he went to be the general assistant for the brother. After a while, several years passed.

In late November 2017, while Cheng Du was on vacation in other provinces, he received a call from his senior brother.

Cheng Du glanced at the caller ID and was quite surprised.My heart skipped a beat, I had a bad premonition.

The senior brother knew about his vacation, so logically speaking, he shouldn't have called at this time. Could it be that something happened to the company?

Cheng Du didn't dare to delay, so he quickly answered, "Boss Qin, is there anything wrong with the company?"

Qin Lan snorted, and said: "The company is on the right track, so what are you worrying about, go on vacation with peace of mind."

It's okay. What's your call?

Cheng Du felt strange, so he asked: "Brother, we have worked together for many years, so you may as well speak up if you have anything to say."

Qin Lan coughed twice, laughed dryly and said, "Well, it's actually like this..."

……

"what?!"

After Cheng Du heard Qin Lan finish speaking, the hair on his body exploded (if he had any): "So you sold me for the liquidated damages that increased five times, didn't you?"

Qin Lan coughed a few times in embarrassment: "Hey, don't say that. Brother, I'm not the kind of person who is open to money. Qichu is indeed a good place. You should have heard of it."

Of course Cheng Du had heard of it.

Qichu Real Estate Group, a dark horse that came out of country Z in recent years, took advantage of the shareholder wind of the real estate boom, skyrocketed, soared into the sky, and opened branches in first-, second- and third-tier cities. It is a household name, and now who doesn't know.

But the problem is that he is working here at Qin Lan, and he is not selling himself. Why would he sell himself to Qi Chu for the doubled liquidated damages? !

Cheng Du was so angry that he wanted to scold, but if he really let him scold, he didn't know how to speak again.

Qin Lan said again: "Cheng Du, I have collected all the money, and I have signed the agreement. You must not lose the chain, brother, I beg you."

Cheng Du was so angry that he wanted to roll his eyes, what the hell agreement did you sign, does it have anything to do with whether I go to Qichu or not, as long as I don't want to go, it's impossible to send someone over there to escort me to work.

"Cheng Du, it's really not that seniors are greedy for money. Their group relationship is hard. If I am a small company, I can't compete with a big group for a talent like you." Qin Lan said rationally: "As long as you are willing Go, liquidated damages we split half, no, four six, I four you six, okay?"

Seeing that Cheng Du still didn't speak, Qin Lan said emotionally again: "Oh, I knew you were not someone in the pool when I was in college, so I passed on the position of chairman to you. Look, brother I really don't want to let you go, but the problem is that I really can't help it. Do you really want me to fight for you with a pebble and a mantis arm? You know best how much senior brother has put in for the company these years. You really have the heart to let senior brother be like this Are they crushed to death..."

Qin Lan talked on the phone for a long time, tears almost dried up, Cheng Du finally let go: "Okay, I'll think about it."

"Hey, hey, Cheng Xiaodu, you must think carefully, senior brother's wealth and life are tied to your waistband, it's all up to you, ah."

Qin Lan finally hung up the phone after thousands of exhortations and ten thousand instructions.

...What is this all about?

Cheng Du has been working hard outside these years, of course there is a reason.

——He didn't want to go back to City B.

The reason was obvious, Cheng Qingping was also there, and he didn't want to have anything to do with that person.

But senior brother's move was caught off guard, and his emotional cards were flying high. Cheng Du was not an unkind person, so although he was helpless, he still went.

He is soft but not hard, Qin Lan cried so much that he almost knelt down and begged him, and if he refused again, it would seem a bit hard-hearted.

But about Cheng Qingping...

Cheng Du sighed.

If you can't deal with it, don't deal with it.

If it happens, soldiers will come to block it, and water will come to cover it.

The author has something to say:

The playboy is not Bu Xun, and the effect of Bu Xun has not yet appeared. _(:з」∠)_

PS: If you don’t leave a message like this, I’m going to release the little brother Bu and beat the hero (don’t think I’m afraid, the stupid author is so crazy that he dares to slap himself in the face (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━ ┻