Porcelain industry leader

Gu Qingchi watched that sentence come out of Song Zhengchu's mouth. At that time, their eyes were facing each other, and Song Zhengchu still had a friendly smile on the corner of his mouth, but he was still not sure if the words were meant for him.

To be precise, I can't believe it.

He thinks it's more likely that Papa Song just said it casually, please be polite, after all, he's in business, and the words "I'll treat you to dinner when I'm free" are probably what he often says.

Speaking of which, he still doesn't know what kind of business Song Yu's father does, but judging from his attire and conversation, he should be the kind of big man who has experienced countless ups and downs in the business field.

Because he... the apples he peeled are extremely ugly, and he must rarely do housework.

Song Yu sat on the edge of the bed and smiled, "My dad seems to already know about our relationship."

After hearing Song Yu's words, Gu Qingchi felt relieved for a while, as if someone suddenly told him before handing out the papers that you got full marks in the exam.

"Why are you so sure?" He confirmed carefully, feeling incredible.

"Didn't he let you go home for dinner, are you stupid?" Song Yu lay on Gu Qingchi's body, the sunlight pouring down from the window, blinding his eyes, "I think he just wants to know more about this kid." daughter in law."

Gu Qingchi's head was like fireworks exploding, he was so excited, he had no time to argue with him about who is the daughter-in-law, the corners of his mouth were almost grinning behind his ears.

From this second, he will put Song Yu's father in the column of "good father". He has never seen such an enlightened father.

Song Yu turned sideways, took his hand, pulled it to his lips and kissed it.

"Are you sleepy?" Gu Qingchi scratched his nose with a smile, "Go back to sleep first, you have to go to work tomorrow."

"No, I just want to stay with you," Song Yu whispered with his eyes closed, "I miss you."

"Then you come in and sleep." Lu Qingchi patted the bed with his other hand.

Song Yu happily took off his shoes and coat and got in.

The hospital bed is very narrow, and two people hug each other in a small space. Of course, even if the bed is 50 meters wide, the two of them must still hug each other.

The uncle on the next bed who had just finished using the toilet was stunned when he walked back to the ward, and reminded: "There is an empty bed next to it, no one is there."

"It's okay, it's not crowded." Gu Qingchi said with a smile.

The uncle smiled and said "Oh", and went back to bed to chat with his daughter via video.

Song Yu covered the quilt, slipped into Gu Qingchi's arms, only showed his eyes and asked in a low voice, "Where does it hurt? Let me rub it for you."

Gu Qingchi was afraid that he would rub him off, "No need, you go to sleep." He turned sideways, with his back to the uncle, facing Song Yu.

The two looked at each other and smiled, Song Yu hugged his lower back and rubbed it twice.

"Thank you for your hard work." Gu Qingchi tucked the quilt up for him, and then lightly sucked on his forehead.

"I'm willing to do anything for you." When Song Yu said this, his eyes seemed to be shining brightly.

Gu Qingchi's chest twitched, almost crying, "I will be more careful in the future, so as not to worry you."

"So cute." Song Yu burrowed into his arms and tightened his arms.

This time, Song Yu didn't sleep very well. The man next door's devilish laughter woke him up several times, and he had several outrageous dreams intermittently.

But he didn't want to open his eyes at all, Gu Qingchi's body was very warm and comfortable to hug.

Gu Qingchi kept plugging in his earphones to learn English.

A few days ago, Song Yu just helped him sign up for an English training course on the Internet. After taking two classes, he found it very interesting.

The teacher's speech was very funny, and the examples he gave were impressive. According to the introduction, he was an English teacher in a university and recorded online courses in his spare time.

The course tuition fee is less than [-], including all courses from basic zero to level four. He thinks it is more cost-effective than going to school.

The point is that online courses can be viewed anytime, anywhere.

He enjoys this process of continuous learning and accumulation in reading. It is very necessary for him to recognize a few new words every day and read a story every day, because it means that he is moving forward.

In the process of moving forward, there will no longer be the sense of powerlessness that wasted time in the past. Now he is working hard every day to live and want to become a better version of himself.

For Song Yu, but also for himself.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, a bald head with a donkey face swollen from a beating appeared at the door of the ward, with his wife holding his ears.

"Quickly apologize!"

Gu Qingchi froze in place, unable to react for a while.

There was no trace of arrogance on the bald face, as if he had suffered some great grievance, he walked bitterly to Gu Qingchi's bed.

"I'm sorry little brother, I drank too much last night, well, I'll pay you as much as the medical expenses and lost work expenses."

Gu Qingchi didn't expect that this person had two faces at all, and he wanted to take out his phone to record it, but his face was still calm, and he waved his hand, "Forget it, if you break one of your fingers, it's over. "

"Huh?!" The bald head suddenly looked up, with a look of shock.

The corner of Gu Qingchi's mouth twitched, "You're kidding."

The bald-headed daughter-in-law also apologized again on his behalf.

Gu Qingchi is not the kind of person who is unreasonable and unforgiving. As soon as the other party succumbed, he forgave him from the bottom of his heart, "Let's drink less in the future."

"Yes, yes, try to drink as little as possible," the bald head took out a stack of Grandpa Mao from his wallet and put it on the table, "Then what, then this matter is over."

Gu Qingchi thought it was incredible that he turned his face faster than turning the page of a book. Only Song Yu knew that this was because his father used his relationship to put pressure on the other party.

I have to say, very relieved.

Although the treatment fee given by the bald head was enough for Gu Qingchi to stay in the hospital for ten days and half a month, he insisted on leaving the hospital. The hospital ward is always not as comfortable as home.

Song Yu didn't allow him to go to work because he was afraid that he would be too tired to recover from the busy work, but that night Gu Qingchi used several gestures to tell him how good his recovery was.

Song Yu had a bit of a headache, and Gu Qingchi was almost fatal when he went crazy, but fortunately he was young, and his physical strength... could barely bear it.

On Thursday evening, Song Yu accompanied Gu Qingchi to the hospital to remove the wires, and when they returned home, they drove the car to the auto repair shop for maintenance and changed the tires.

As the end of the year approaches, every corner of the city is filled with auspicious joy. Supermarkets are scrambling to put up promotional billboards for special offers at the end of the year. Huge Christmas trees, Santa Claus, and colorful stripes are displayed at the entrances of shopping malls. Balloons and banners set off a strong festive atmosphere.

Even the coffee shop where Gu Qingchi works has launched various Chinese New Year gift boxes.

"You said it's my first visit, what should I buy for your dad? What hobbies does he usually have?" Gu Qingchi has been worrying about this for the past few days, and feels that the middle-aged people recommended by his colleagues are his favorite. None of the top ten gifts was Papa Song's style.

It's not goldware, jade and bead string jewelry, but it's a massage pillow and foot bath bucket for physiotherapy equipment.

"Make money." Song Yu said.

Gu Qingchi clicked his tongue twice, "It's not necessarily a red envelope for him."

"I think he will give you a red envelope." Song Yu raised his head and laughed.

"Speaking of which, I still don't know what your dad does." Gu Qingchi stepped out of the elevator, skillfully pressed the password and opened the door.

Song Yu took the things in his hands and put them on the dining table, then pushed Gu Qingchi to sit on the chair, "He's a businessman."

"I know." Gu Qingchi could vaguely feel that what Song Yu was going to say next would be shocking.

"There are quite a few decoration companies." Song Yu said.

Gu Qingchi opened his mouth and was unable to speak. Starting a company is already a very powerful thing for him, and he actually opened a lot of businesses!

It can't be a leather bag company, can it?

Why open so many houses?

Money laundering!

"Including the company I work for now..." Song Yu added.

Gu Qingchi's eyes widened, "Are you kidding me?"

"Do you have the feeling of winning the lottery?" Song Yu held his face and kissed him.

Gu Qingchi supported the chair, he didn't feel like winning the lottery, after all, he wasn't his father, so he did feel like a heart attack.

He originally thought that he would be able to catch up with Song Yu's footsteps slowly, but suddenly found that he was already standing on Mount Everest and he was still climbing Huangshan!

This is simply not a height he can reach.

This news instantly opened the distance between him and Song Yu by thousands of miles.

"Is your father a rich local tyrant?" Gu Qingchi asked with difficulty.

"That's not true, it's just a little bit richer than ordinary people." Song Yu narrowed one eye and pinched his index finger and thumb together.

Gu Qingchi felt that this Weiwei should not be the same as the Weiwei he usually understands,

"Then you are really rich second generation..."

"Can't you see that I have such a temperament?" Song Yu brushed his bangs back.

"I... didn't expect your family to be so rich." Gu Qingchi lowered his head, the huge gap made his chest hurt.

It's not envy or jealousy, it's just that Song Yu seems to have suddenly become different from the Song Yu he knew before.

"I'll circle the key points for you," Song Yu saw his gloomy face, and simply sat on his lap, "These companies were all founded by my father and my uncle, and have nothing to do with me. I'm just a small The designer has never been involved in management. I don’t know how much he has earned and lost over the years. I have never seen the financial statements. I don’t know what my dad will do with his equity in the future. Know."

"You really..." Gu Qingchi frowned and suddenly didn't know how to speak.

"It's pretty worthless, isn't it?" Song Yu smiled.

Gu Qingchi almost nodded, "Why? Does your father let you take care of it?"

"Do you think my temperament is suitable for doing business? I'm lazy and afraid to use my brain. I wish that all the troubles in the world should have nothing to do with me. How can I run a company?" Song Yu said.

"Then what about the future, when your father is old, who will leave these careers to?" Gu Qingchi asked puzzled.

"I, my sister, and my uncle's son will also run the business together, but I'm afraid I will mess up the company, so I don't really want to take over this sweet potato. I'm not born to do business." Song Yu pouted with self-knowledge.

He yearns for freedom and likes an unfettered life.

He thinks that his temperament is probably following his mother, he doesn't like being tied up in a cage, he likes a casual and comfortable life,

He is not good at communicating with people, but standing in the business field, he has to face all kinds of people and all kinds of traps all the time, and the strings in his head are always tense. It may cause the entire company to be in trouble, and he can't bear the pressure.

He is very afraid of making mistakes, and he has been afraid since he was a child.

Hearing his description, Gu Qingchi felt that Song Yu was like a rookie who was unfortunately involved in a battle between rich and powerful families.

He didn't know how to persuade Song Yu.

The Song Yu he knew was a designer who was very good at drawing. His dream was to be an independent designer. It would be best to make a career in the comics industry, but a more realistic operation should be to inherit his father's career.

It sounds like a pretty big family business after all.

He suddenly realized that there are so many things lying between this relationship...

For the first time, he was shaken by this unshakable relationship, and he began to be unsure whether this road could be extended to the end.

Song Yu raised his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, "Stupid?"

"No," Gu Qingchi withdrew his thoughts and swallowed, "I'm going to wash the vegetables first..."

"What are you thinking?" Song Yu asked.

"I just suddenly felt that you are so far away from me." Gu Qingchi said frankly.

"I'm very close to you," Song Yu hugged his waist, and kissed him again, "I've always been me, I won't change."

"But the reality will force you to change. Do you think you can really wave your sleeves and not take away a cloud? Can you bear the company that your father worked so hard to change to someone else's name? Don't you feel bad at all? "Gu Qingchi still felt sorry for Song Yu who didn't fight or snatch, those things that he could have had would become people he hated.

Just when Song Yu was about to say something, there was a sound of gongs and drums in Gu Qingchi's pocket.

Gu Qingchi rubbed his head.

The caller ID was an unknown number, he hesitated for a moment, and connected the call.

"Hello, is this Mr. Gu Qingchi?"

Gu Qingchi almost wanted to hang up the phone, "No land, no house, no loan."

The woman on the other end of the phone laughed, "That's right. I'm a police officer from the Xi Town Public Security Bureau. If you are free, can you come to the police station? We have already contacted your parents..."