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Kuang Zheng stared at those eyes, as if he was about to be sucked in. He looked closely at the corners of the eyes and brows, and seemed familiar... At this moment, the phone rang, it was Ms. Ouyang, and he sighed: "Hey Mom, I am busy now, I will call you back later ..."

"Mom, just say one word!" Kuang's mother said loudly, the surrounding environment was noisy, and a group of little sisters could be heard chattering, "What's my future daughter-in-law's name?"

Kuang Zheng put the photo on a broken chair, turned and walked out: "What daughter-in-law?"

The other side of the phone was silent, Kuangzheng immediately remembered that when he was burning pigeons in the loess mud that day, he swore a big lie: "Ah, you said he... I'm so busy, I didn't turn my head around," he could only continue to lie, " Surname Bao."

"Bao?" Kuang's mother didn't hear clearly, "Is your surname Bao?"

"Baby's treasure," Kuang Zheng went down to the first floor and came out of the messy old building, "He is Manchu."

"Oh," Kuang's mother sighed, and said to the little sisters, "My daughter-in-law's last name is so nice, baby, listen to it!" Then, she said to someone, "Miss, it's baby's precious."

Kuang Zheng paused: "Mom, what are you doing?"

"Visiting Fenghua Building with my little sisters, free engraving on silver bracelets," Kuang's mother smacked her lips, "Last time I saw the photos you sent, the style of the bracelets is too old, the little girls are so annoying."

Kuang Zheng was stunned for a moment, just a photo, a half-exposed bracelet, his mother saw Baochan's misfortune.

"Her family doesn't love her, mother will love her for you."

Kuang Zheng admired his mother's carefulness, and was afraid that she was really interested: "Mom, no need, we've only been together for a few days, and it's not time for you to deliver things."

"One silver bracelet costs 500 yuan." Kuang's mother didn't feel bad about spending money on her future daughter-in-law. "When I get married in the future, there are ten or eight gold bracelets, and my mother won't even bat an eye!"

Kuang Zheng felt helpless: "No, mom..."

Ignore him over there, and just listen to the chatter on the phone: "...Manchus are so good, there are preferential policies for ethnic minorities. In the future, grandchildren will go to school, be evaluated, and take the college entrance examination, and they will be one step faster!"

"Sister Ou, you are so lucky, your son married a 'treasure' and went home!"

"My son is also excellent. He lives in a big villa at a young age. I've seen photos of him. He's so handsome, he looks like a movie star!"

This flattery made Kuang's mother so happy that she could not close her mouth from ear to ear: "Xiaozheng, mom won't tell you anymore, it's almost settled, mom and dad are waiting to hold their grandson!"

The phone was cut off, just when a gust of autumn wind blew by, Kuangzheng was a little messy, opened the car door and sat in, he stared blankly behind the steering wheel for a while, and called Baochan.

It took another long time to pick it up, and the person on the other end was wheezing and panting: "Brother!"

This feeling is very strange, just a common call, but Kuang Zheng's heart seemed to be comforted by something soft, and he settled down: "How about practicing?"

"Well, kick," Baochan wiped his sweat, "I want to audition for a performance in two days."

"Singing..." Kuangzheng is a proud person in his heart. He has always believed that the investment banking workplace is the workplace, and others are not worth mentioning. Today he was frustrated and asked for the first time: "Is it very hard?"

Baochan noticed his difference, and answered seriously: "Well, it's hard work, hard work," and then he smiled, "But those of us have worked hard, and we are used to it."

That's why he had the tenacity to keep breaking and not bending, and he nodded without saying a word.

"Brother," Baochan asked tentatively, "what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay," Kuang Zheng exhaled, "I'm thinking, I may have been too smooth all the time, but in fact, many people's careers are more difficult than mine."

He seldom doubts himself, Baochan is a little worried: "Brother?"

"Bao Chan," Kuang Zheng called his name, as if he had something important to say, but in the end he just said, "I won't go back to eat at night."

If it was normal, Baochan would definitely agree, but this time he asked: "Then when will you come back?"

"It's late at night," Kuang Zheng started the car, "I'll invite the people from the department to go crazy all night."

Baochan felt that he was going to hang up the phone, so he called out quickly: "Brother!" He stopped, and didn't know what to say, so he only uttered three words, "I'll wait for you."

I'm waiting for you. A simple sentence is worth a thousand words. What I need most at this moment is a light on and someone waiting for him to come home in the middle of the night.

Putting down the phone, he drove back to the city center from Nanshan District, first went to the commercial street to buy a shirt and changed it on, and then returned to Wanrong. The nearly seventy-story building stood in the clouds, and the entrance of the dark parking lot was like a greedy mouth. It swallows the ambitions and ambitions of countless people.

At 5en, he stood up immediately, clapped his hands together, and then, there was warm applause from every station.

Kuangzheng's first reaction was that the news about the executive vice president was announced, and the gang knew that he was going to be transferred to a private bank. He was suddenly afraid that they would sympathize with him, a leader who was about to be kicked out from the headquarters...

"Congratulations boss!" He smiled sincerely, "Wanguo successfully passed the second round of quotations from Millennium! Wanrong won without any suspense! This is our seventh successful transaction this year!"

The entire office area was applauded for a long time, and Kuangzheng made another order. The success he had been striving for has become a bitter irony today.

He looked at the young people in front of him, every face was so fresh, they still had enthusiasm, hope, and a bright future with no limits.

"You guys have worked hard recently," Kuang Zheng said with a smile, "Don't leave even after get off work, the boss will pay the bill and take you to the Emerald Sun to relax!"

As soon as the words Emerald Sun came out, the office area was silent at first, and then the roar of mountains and tsunami, "boss love you!" resounded throughout the 57th floor. Kuang Zheng turned and walked towards room V. His smile faded slowly, and no one could tell that it was actually It's a downcast and dejected figure.

The executive vice president of the private bank, whether Kuang Zheng accepts it or not, tonight will be his and A's last farewell party.

Lighting, sound, beautiful women, and wine, dozens of them are moved to the table like a lantern.Kuangzheng drank too much, almost as if he was venting. He changed women one after another in his hands, and exchanged glances with Xiaodong, no one dared to go up to persuade him.

Kuangzheng put down his glass and began to blow on the bottle, at this time he grabbed the bottle with one hand, "Boss, there is no one else except Duan Xiaojun for being so bold, "Don't drink it."

Kuang Zheng squinted his eyes to look at him, with a white face, he didn't drink much at first sight: "Go drink!" He shouted, "Ten bottles of beer, one bottle of red, don't mess around in A if you don't have this amount!"

When He Xiaodong saw someone coming out, he hurried over, and he said what he said: "Xiao Jun is right, Boss, let's come out and be happy, don't make too much..."

Kuangzheng ignored them, buried his head in the beautiful woman's long hair shining with gold powder, Duan Xiaojun looked annoyed at that unrestrained look: "Go ahead and play," he took out his mobile phone to call a car, "I'll take him home."

He also took out his mobile phone: "I'll give you the address."

"No need," Duan Xiaojun placed the order directly, "I know."

Xiaodong looked curious: "How do you know?"

Because of ice silk underwear... Of course Duan Xiaojun can't mention this, and the little man in Kuangzheng's family who wears a couple shirt: "Once the boss asked me to give him something."

"Oh..." Xiaodong turned his head and asked, "Why doesn't the boss let me deliver things to him?" He lowered his face, "Are I the only one who doesn't know the address of the boss's house..."

The taxi called was nearby, and it would arrive in five minutes. He Xiaodong helped Duan Xiaojun pull Kuangzheng up from the woman's body, and sent her out with his arms crossed.

"Can you do it alone?"

Carried left arm.

"How much did he drink?" Duan Xiaojun held his right arm.

Xiaodong supported her from behind: "Eighteen bottles of beer, half a bottle of red, and five or six cans of ginseng wine."

Duan Xiaojun looked back at him, admiring him from the bottom of his heart, he is indeed the number one fan of A.

On the side of the road, the car has arrived, and a BMW is surprised: "You call such a good car?"

"It happens to be a coupon," Duan Xiaojun complained nonsense, "It's a pity that I used it on this drunk."

The three rushed to get Kuangzheng into the car, Duan Xiaojun got up after him, waved to He Xiaodong, and the wine-red BMW drove away from the Emerald Sun slowly.

Inside the well-sealed car, Kuang Zheng was leaning against one side of the window as if in a daze, while Duan Xiaojun silently observed him by the other side window. Under the colorful and changing neon lights, this powerful, cold, omnipotent man seemed to be It has become soft, giving people an illusion of being within reach.

"Boss." Duan Xiaojun called.

Kuang Zheng didn't respond.

"Boss?" Duan Xiaojun called again.

Kuang Zheng remained motionless.

After making sure he was asleep, Duan Xiaojun called out boldly: "Brother..."

Almost at the same time, Kuang Zheng raised his head from the car window and looked at him with a frown. Those focused eyes seemed to look into the soul of a person.

"Duan Xiaojun?" Kuang Zheng saw him clearly, closed his eyes impatiently, and leaned back again, "Call the boss."

"This is not a company." Duan Xiaojun turned his head away.

"It's not a company, it's also called a boss."

The car drove into the villa area and slowed down. At two o'clock in the morning, there was only one house with lights on on the overgrown mountain road. They drove towards the light, and there was still a distance away. The door opened, and Baochan was wearing a coat. Run out, stand in the middle of the road and look this way.

He must have been waiting, Duan Xiaojun guessed, lying by the window, he saw the faint light of the car.

Seeing a person standing on the road, the driver stopped a few meters away, Duan Xiaojun was about to get out of the car, Kuangzheng pushed the car door open by himself, and walked down staggeringly, towards Baochan, towards the friend who was waiting for him late at night, and him Behind the warm home, drunk with open arms.

"Brother!" In the night wind, Baochan's voice was clearly recognizable.

Duan Xiaojun watched Kuang Zheng pass by with his own eyes, and hugged him as if he was about to fall over.

Under the overlapping fan-shaped halo of the BMW headlights, Baochan slowly stroked Kuangzheng's back with his hands wearing silver bracelets, like strokes of a wronged child.

Duan Xiaojun leaned forward and handed 200 yuan to the driver, telling him to wait a little longer before getting out of the car to help.