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The man's appearance is somewhat familiar, Fang Zhimo thought about it carefully, he is the only son of Hesheng Investment Group, Xiang Fei.

People from Hesheng?

Fang Zhimo narrowed his eyes, and his mind was already spinning thousands of times in just this moment.

A few days ago, Hesheng and Qichu negotiated a huge contract, and the key to the contract happened to involve the land in Fengbu.

Before Fang Zhimo nationalized the land with a swipe of his pen, he must understand the twists and turns here.

The land in Fengbu originally belonged to a restructured state-owned machinery factory. Most of the land rights were in the hands of the factory manager, and a small part was in the hands of the workers.

As usual, when encountering such complicated land rights, most companies will rely on the government for a sum of money, but his new director Qi only took less than a week to complete the land rights and approval process. The materials were handed over to him, and Fang Zhimo felt that there was something wrong at that time.

It's so refreshing.

He glanced at Xiang Fei, and he probably had the bottom line in his heart, and snorted coldly: "What are you talking about? Come to my office tomorrow to discuss something slowly."

After speaking, he bypassed Xiang Fei and walked over.

What Xiang Fei can talk to him about is nothing more than the plot of land.He doesn't have time to beep with him now, and he doesn't know what that playboy Yan Qiting has done to Cheng Du, and why he should ignore him.

But Xiang Fei didn't seem to give up, he followed two steps forward, stopped him again and said, "Fang Chu, our goals are the same, I believe you will be willing to cooperate with me."

"What did you say?"

Fang Zhimo glanced back at him inexplicably. This kid only looks 22 or [-] years old. What common goals can he have with a kid like this?Building communism together?

Xiang Fei smiled, and straightened his cuffs gracefully: "I believe Fang Chu must have heard of the phrase 'the enemy of an enemy is a friend'?"

enemy of the enemy?

Fang Zhimo thought for a while, only to realize that Xiang Fei's smile had something deep in it, he stopped and said, "Excuse me, what exactly do you want to say, Mr. Xiang?"

"I want to tell Fang Chu that we have a common enemy. As for me, I need Fang Chu's energy to make a key move, and Fang Chu, I believe you also hope that Yan Qiting can disappear from your face as soon as possible? How about it, Do you want to ally with me?"

Xiang Fei was still smiling, with a calm expression on his face, and his eyes were full of confidence and calmness, he didn't look like a boy in his twenties with a hairless mouth.

Fang Zhimo weighed it again, and he understood it in his heart.

There are only a few leading companies in City B that can resolve the dispute over land rights worth billions in Fengbu invisibly, and Hesheng Investment happens to be one of them.

No wonder a little director surnamed Qi was able to take back Fengbu's land so quickly. I'm afraid that the credit of Mr. Xiang is indispensable here.

First signed an agreement with Yan Qiting, and then secretly stabbed someone behind his back. Does this kind of person want to form an alliance with himself?

Thinking of this, Fang Zhimo sneered: "Sorry, I'm used to being a loner, and I don't form alliances."

After speaking, he turned around to leave.

"Fang Chu think about it again. I will offer quite generous conditions, including what Fang Chu wants."

Xiang Fei said confidently.

This was quite conceited, and Fang Zhimo had no doubt that Xiang Fei knew exactly what he wanted.

But it's a pity that he has always hated being manipulated by others, and even more disgusted that Xiang Fei compared Cheng Du to a "thing".

Fang Zhimo snorted through his nose, and said word by word: "What I want has never been given by others. If Mr. Xiang wants chess pieces, he should find someone who can handle them. Otherwise, it is easy to expose the target in vain."

After Fang Zhimo finished speaking, he left without looking back.

Xiang Fei stood where he was, with a slightly thoughtful look in his eyes.

He muttered to himself: "The legendary Fang Chu is really not a good match."

After finishing speaking, he didn't stay any longer, and walked towards the other side with his long legs.

Fang Zhimo searched around in the parking lot, and finally saw Cheng Du's low-key black Touareg.He just wanted to go forward to see what was going on, but saw that Xiang Fei had already found the car first, and was standing next to the co-pilot, talking to the people inside.

Fang Zhimo's heart moved, and he used the pillars of the parking lot to get closer, only to find that the co-pilot was not Cheng Du at all, but Yan Qiting.

Maybe it was because he had removed the armor in front of others, Yan Qiting looked very tired at the moment, leaning on the co-pilot, looking at Xiang Fei with narrowed eyes.

Xiang Fei leaned forward, with both hands on the window strings, as if he was afraid that the people in the seat would run away.

The two talked for a while, Yan Qiting pointed to the unconscious Cheng Du in the back seat, and Xiang Fei made a gesture of reassurance, and got into the cab from the other side, apparently planning to drive the other party himself.

Fang Zhimo narrowed his eyes.

enemy?

Forget it, he has no time to deal with other people's affairs, Fang Zhimo quickly stepped out of the parking lot while the other party was warming up his car, stopped a taxi by the side of the road, and said to the driver: "Timer, I will let you Drive and drive again."

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and nodded, not knowing.

Cheng Du's car drove out quickly, and Fang Zhimo patted the front seat: "Help me keep up with the black Touareg in front."

The Touareg drove very hard, lost track twice along the way, and managed to follow a mid-range neighborhood.

Fang Zhimo resolutely checked out and got off the car, registered his ID card at the gate, and entered the community.

Seeing the Touareg drive into the garage of a certain building, Fang Zhimo ran all the way, guarding in front of the elevator of that building.

There are two elevators in this building, one is going up and the other is going down the parking garage.

Fang Zhimo waited patiently for the elevator in the parking garage to go up.I saw the number stopped on the 15th floor, then went up to the 33rd floor, and then stopped on the 33rd floor.

With an idea in mind, Fang Zhimo walked into the elevator and pressed the button for the 33rd floor.

He didn't know what the relationship between Xiang Fei and Yan Qiting was, but no matter what their relationship was, that playboy Yan Qiting had to be on guard.

Thinking of this, the scene seen during the banquet resurfaced.

Talking and talking, ambiguous, that hateful playboy obviously has bad intentions for my school bully.

Mo-colored eyes welled up with anger, thinking of what he might see on the 33rd floor later, Fang Zhimo was so angry that he wanted to rush out immediately.

The car trembled slightly, making a steady steel cable sound.

The sound of "ding" interrupted Fang Zhimo's thoughts.

calm down.

He warned himself like this, took a deep breath, and stepped out of the elevator.

Surprisingly, the 33rd floor was very quiet, and there was no one outside the elevator.

Half a cigarette butt was thrown on the ground at the elevator entrance, and the door of the house on the right hand side of the elevator was half-closed and not closed.

There are two households per ladder in this community, that is to say, there is a 50% probability that this door is the door of Cheng Du's family.

Fang Zhimo hesitated for a while, then walked over quietly, and gently opened the door.

There was no light in the living room, the light was very dark, the glass door of the balcony was closed tightly, and the white curtains hung beside it, looking very quiet.

Next to the curtains are several high and low binoculars, and the gray plush carpet is soft and silent to step on.

The door of the bedroom was half closed, and the whole room was so silent that it didn't look like anyone was inside.

Fang Zhimo thought for a while, then opened the door and walked in.

The heating was turned on in the bedroom, and the temperature was slightly higher than outside. Because the curtains were drawn, the room was too dark to see clearly.

There was a sound of even breathing, Fang Zhimo's heart skipped a beat and he stopped.

He had never done this kind of behavior similar to burglary, so he was inevitably a little guilty and uneasy, but after he froze in place for a while, his mood gradually relaxed.

——There is only one person in the room, and this person is [-]% Cheng Du.

Not for any reason, just because Fang Zhimo is so familiar with this person's smell and the breathing rate of this person when he is asleep.

Cheng Du, it's Cheng Du, it's Cheng Du.

The relaxation after the tension passed, and a burst of complicated emotions emerged. Fang Zhimo couldn't tell whether it was joy or sadness.

Fortunately, it was Cheng Du.

Fortunately, there was only Cheng Du.

If Yan Qiting is here, he really can't guarantee that he won't go crazy.

Fang Zhimo groped to sit on the bedstring, leaned over to look closely at the sleeping person in the darkness, looked at the blurred silhouette in the darkness, his mind was full of memories.

He thought of the man at the bar who blocked the wine for his boss, he thought of the man smoking and joking under the pinnacles, he thought of the man outside the coffee shop who suddenly said that he didn't know him, and he became red with anger when he thought about it. squinted.

Cheng Du fell into a deep sleep, but he seemed uncomfortable, so he stretched out his hand and pulled the tie around his neck, and murmured.

The familiar voice extinguished most of the burning jealousy in his mind, Fang Zhimo stretched out his hand, tentatively helped him take off the tie, and put it aside.

Cheng Du seemed to feel better, turned over and fell asleep again.

The dark room became very quiet for a while, only the sound of the heating and Cheng Du's steady breathing remained.

The voice was a bit seductive, Fang Zhimo couldn't help stretching out his hand, and following the warm breath, touched the face of the sleeping man.

The cloth on his fingertips blocked his sense of touch, he took off the object that was in the way, threw it on the bedside table, then, solemnly, stretched out his hand and touched Cheng Du's face, feeling a little worried.

He was worried that after not seeing each other for so many years, he would reject the touch brought to him by the other party.

He has always hated human touch, slippery, and dirty.

However, what came from the fingertips was a reassuring, warm touch, not annoying at all, but a familiar feeling of sore nose.

At the moment when the skin touched, all kinds of colorful pictures suddenly flashed in front of my eyes.

There are pictures of releasing wild animals by the Fengbu River, thrilling pictures by the pool, and pictures of fireworks flying on the small bridge.

Fang Zhimo has already forgotten what he came here for, Yan Qiting, Xiang Fei, and his heart is full of grievances and resentment from meeting and not knowing each other.

Why don't you recognize me, why don't you come to me, have you forgotten all those caring, sick care, and unreasonable pampering back then?

Are those all fake?

His eyes were suddenly wet, Fang Zhimo rubbed his nose, and called out in a low voice, "Cheng Du..."

The voice sounded a little wronged, but it was more of a tenderness and indescribable pampering that had nowhere to vent.

I miss you so much.

"Cheng Du..."

Fang Zhimo yelled again, and the already sound asleep moved, and he responded vaguely.

Fang Zhimo was taken aback, and "A Thousand Ways to Explain If Cheng Du Wakes Up" flashed through his mind inappropriately, but he didn't expect that at this moment, suddenly, he was grabbed by the other party He took off his collar and fell unsteadily on the bed.

Before he had time to think about anything else, Cheng Du's hand suddenly pressed the back of his head, and his warm lips pressed against him, with a familiar breath and unfamiliar softness, invading his mouth.

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