male god is not easy to chase

It's time to get off work this day.

Jiang Peifeng drove out of the underground garage.

However, before he drove out of the street, he encountered a traffic jam at the entrance of the company.

There were a bunch of people blocking the front, and a few words flew in through the car window. It seemed that there was a car accident.

Jiang Peifeng didn't care, he turned the steering wheel, stuck to the right lane, and followed the car in front.

But when passing by the scene of the car accident, Yuan Zheng caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye.

Jiang Peifeng looked over in disbelief, and found that it was really Yuan Zheng. He was standing in front of the car, surrounded by people.

Apparently, he hit someone.

Jiang Peifeng stepped on the stop and was about to go over to see what happened, when the car behind had already honked its horn impatiently.

Yuan Zheng stood with his chest folded, looking coldly at the old man in front of him who was in pain.

The old man was wearing old short-sleeved trousers, lying on the ground in pain, covering his leg with one hand, and beating the ground with the other hand, which looked sympathetic.

It seemed that Yuan Zheng's attitude was too arrogant, and he was driving a luxury car. He looked domineering, and people around him pointed and cursed.

Yuan Zheng was fearless, even nonchalant.

He leaned on the front of the car and said calmly: "You cross the road by yourself. My car didn't hit your person. The dash cam can see it, and there is a camera 100 meters ahead. If I touch porcelain again, I will call the police."

The old man's moaning became quieter.

He lay on the ground and glanced at Yuan Zheng, as if he wanted to leave, but his legs moved and stopped moving again.

The people around made a sound of sudden realization.

It turned out to be another one who touches porcelain.

In the end, probably because of the pointing eyes of the people around him, the old man still didn't get up.

Yuan Zheng frowned, he didn't want to waste time with such a person.

Thinking of this, Yuan Zheng took out his mobile phone and made a call: "Lawyer Xu, are you still in the company? I've been raped by someone, so come here and solve it."

"Excuse me, let me borrow it."

Yuan Zheng was about to report his address when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

Jiang Peifeng squeezed in through the crowd, glanced at Yuan Zheng, ignored his brighter eyes than usual, and walked to the old man.

He knelt down and asked, "Old man, if you can't get up, I'll call an ambulance for you?"

The old man shook his head quickly, and said in a hoarse voice, "No, no."

Yuan Zheng didn't want to waste any more time with such a person, so he opened the car door, took out his wallet from the car, and took out a handful of money to throw to this Pengci guy.

Jiang Peifeng reached out to stop him.

Jiang Peifeng's gaze spread from the old man's patched short sleeves to the washed white trousers, and finally he located the red eyes of the old man, and said softly: "Master, we will pay for the ambulance, you should go and see if you are in this situation." Bar."

"Are you coming?" The old man seemed to want to refuse, but he moved his legs and nodded in agreement: "That's really troublesome young man, thank you."

Yuan Zheng's expression changed.

An hour later, the city center hospital.

The doctor took the video of the old man and said with certainty: "comminuted fracture."

"Impossible!" Yuan Zheng interrupted the doctor, "My car has a driving recorder, and it is more than 40 centimeters away from this old man. How could it be that I hit it?"

The doctor pushed the small glasses, "I didn't say you hit it. The old man is over 70, and he will fracture if he bumps and bumps casually, even if you didn't hit him. As far as his bones, even if you bump them lightly, It's not what it is now."

Jiang Peifeng, who had paid for the medicine, returned to the ward, and the old man's relatives had already arrived.

There was a young man and woman accompanying the old man, who seemed to be the old man's children.

The clothes of the two are as simple as the old man's, and it seems that the economic conditions should not be very good.

Jiang Peifeng pushed open the door and went in, "This is the bill from just now."

"It's you! You bumped into my dad, and I'll sue you!" The man was small and thin, with a mustache, seeing Jiang Pei's outrageous anger.

Jiang Peifeng glanced at him, then turned to the old man on the hospital bed and said, "You told them that I hit you?"

The old man timidly avoided Jiang Peifeng's gaze.

Jiang Peifeng threw down the payment slip: "Then I'll see you in court." After speaking, he ignored the man's angry but cowardly eyes, turned and left the ward.

Jiang Peifeng didn't see Yuan Zheng in the attending physician's office, so he had to look for it along the corridor, just in time to see Yuan Zheng leaning against the wall.

Seemingly sulking.

Jiang Peifeng walked over and leaned against the wall in a similar posture without saying a word.

"I really thought he was pretending." After Yuan Zheng finished speaking, he was silent for a long time, and asked, "Am I being self-righteous?"

"Aren't you always like this?" Jiang Peifeng said mercilessly.

Yuan Zheng was so stunned that he was speechless, and after a while he said softly, "I'm sorry."

"Don't tell me that," Jiang Peifeng interrupted rudely, "You should tell that old man, but I reckon he doesn't need your apology at this time."

"I'm still sorry." Yuan Zheng looked at Jiang Peifeng.

Yuan Zheng's voice was very soft, and the air was filled with depressed emotions, like a dense net, almost strangling Jiang Peifeng out of breath.

Jiang Peifeng felt very tight in his chest. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and was about to light it. Remembering that this was a hospital, he had to hold the cigarette between his two fingers.

The smoke was pushed back and forth, Jiang Peifeng buried it in his heart for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking: "I'll ask one question, just one."

Yuan Zheng stared at Jiang Peifeng intently.

"Back then..." Jiang Peifeng found that this question was buried too deeply, and even asking it seemed like opening his heart.

He was a little unable to ask, and suddenly fell silent.

Yuan Zheng waited for a long time, but still did not wait for the next sentence, and couldn't help asking: "What do you want to ask?"

Yuan Zheng's eyes were full of hope, as if Jiang Peifeng just continued to ask, and those old things that had not been revealed by mouth would be revealed clearly.

However, Jiang Peifeng didn't see it, and he was suddenly speechless.

What does he want to ask?

It seems that there are many, and it seems that there is nothing.

Jiang Peifeng threw the out-of-shape cigarettes into the trash can, turned and left, "It's nothing."

"I really didn't have an affair with Man Yuyu back then!" Yuan Zheng finally couldn't help it, and shouted to Jiang Peifeng's back.

The voice was so loud that the whole corridor could hear it.

Or patients who are wearing bandages or practicing walking.

Jiang Peifeng didn't turn around, but said softly, "How do you know that I'm talking about Manjuyu? Isn't that self-inflicted? Also, don't send flowers in the future, I don't like it."

"Then," Yuan Zheng said with some embarrassment, "Then shall I treat you to a meal?"

His tone was weaker than ever before, "Originally, I wanted to go to your place to treat you to dinner after get off work today. I also made a reservation for the restaurant, but I didn't expect this to happen."

Jiang Peifeng felt his heart was hit hard.

Back then, if Yuan Zheng had spoken half a word to him in such a tone, Jiang Peifeng would not have been able to do such a decisive thing no matter what.

"No," Jiang Peifeng heard himself say, "I have plans for tonight."

The next day, the secretary knocked on the door and came in, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

Jiang Peifeng said impatiently: "Didn't I tell you that if Ruanzhi brings something again, just throw it away?"

The secretary hurriedly said, "No, no, it's the big boss who said that he has pulled down the investment. He asked if you have time for the celebration dinner the night after tomorrow."

With that said, the secretary threw the flowers outside.

Jiang Peifeng immediately showed the open-mindedness of an adult who sees money. He stood up and said excitedly, "Sit here, how much did he pull over?"

The secretary walked into the office, sat down, and said casually, "It's okay, just add a few zeros after three to five million."

Jiang Peifeng sat in Zhou Jinghui's office with a doggy face, "Boss, do you want to eat fruit, I'll go and peel one for you."

Ever since they were in the same dormitory in high school, Jiang had never called Zhou Jinghui the boss, but when it came to money, he immediately changed his face.

Zhou Jinghui responded with a noble and glamorous attitude, "Go and peel me a dragon fruit, no seeds."

Jiang Peifeng smiled and said, "You are making things difficult for me. I will get you watermelon seeds if you don't want them."

As he said that, Jiang Peifeng asked Zhou Jinghui's assistant to bring a plate of fruit, "Didn't you say that there are many competitors, how did you get such a large sum of money?"

Zhou Jinghui looked at Jiang Peifeng and said softly, "If I said I sold you for so much money, would you hit me?"

Jiang Peifeng: "???"

"How did you sell it?" he asked.

Zhou Jinghui pondered over his words before slowly explaining, "You remember the banquet with Mr. Man last week, right?"

Jiang Peifeng narrowed his eyes, "You planned to sell me from that day on?"

"That's not true," Zhou Jinghui said, "You are so valuable."

After finishing speaking, he continued: "But I learned something about the past that day, um, and exchanged information with Yuan Zheng."

Why did Jiang Peifeng become more and more confused the more he listened, "Didn't Yuan Zheng not go that day? What kind of information did you exchange with him?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he remembered that he woke up in Yuan Zheng's house that day.

"And then, when discussing business this time, I told Yuan Zheng that if he is willing to give up, I will tell you something."

"Why are you drinking so much again?" Yuan Zheng helped Jiang Peifeng, who was drunk, into the room when the light was turned on, put him on the bed and lay down, and said in a bad tone: "If you drink like this again, I will throw you away." In the hotel, I don't care about you."

His tone was not good, but his hands were light. He untied Jiang Peifeng's tie and coat. Seeing that Jiang Peifeng smelled heavily of alcohol, he wanted to bring out the hangover soup - which he had prepared before.

In a daze, Jiang Peifeng heard Yuan Zheng say to leave him alone, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to pull Yuan Zheng, muttering anxiously: "I'm sorry, don't want me, I was wrong."

After speaking, his voice gradually became lower and could not be heard at all.

Yuan Zheng thought to himself that you are such a big person, how can I ignore you, so he let go of his hand, got up and went to get hangover soup for Jiang Peifeng.

When he came back, Jiang Peifeng had already fallen asleep. After thinking about it, he leaned over and asked, "Are you drunk?"

The drunk man knew that if he was drunk, no one would want him, so he hurriedly held on to the last sliver of clarity, and mumbled, "I'm not drunk."

Yuan Zheng was amused by his appearance, and asked, "Then let me ask you, how much investment do you need?"

The drunk obediently said a number.

Yuan Zheng fell silent after listening, hugged the drunk man in his arms, sighed, and said softly: "Don't drink so much in the future, I will help you find a way."

But the drunk didn't hear it, and he didn't even remember what he said.

Usually, when Yuan Zheng asked him how much he needed, Jiang Peifeng never said.

He was afraid that the number was too big, and he would feel powerless to say it, and he was also afraid that Yuan Zheng would find out that he was a big hole that would never be filled in the future.

After that, Yuan Zheng bought a plane ticket and flew to Shanghai.

From then on, he began to make several trips to Shanghai every week.

"President, why are you on the news again?" Anna came in with a cup of coffee, and handed the newspaper in front of Yuan Zheng, "Look, the Mercedes-Benz man is suspected of knocking down an old man in the street. There is also a shiny photo of you on it."

Yuan Zheng took a look, "Not only was it on the news, but it was also blackmailed."