narrow red

Kuangzheng was rushing from the airport to the city center, and he called several times, but still no one answered. Baochan is not a person who is neither serious nor serious, even if he is angry, he will pick up the phone and make trouble with him. A terrifying thought flashed through my mind like a flashing lantern, my palms were sweaty, and I couldn't even hold the steering wheel tightly.

Rushing to the bottom of the theater building, it was already seven o'clock, he threw the car away and rushed in quickly.There was no one on the first floor, and the stage was quiet. He went up to the second floor, the doors of the rest room were all closed, and ran along the stairs to the third floor. As soon as he went up, he saw Shi Kuoting and Sa Shuang, waiting outside a door worried .

"Where is Baochan!" Kuang Zheng shouted at them.

Seeing him coming, those two people immediately went up to greet him: "Brother Kuang, we have guests..."

Kuang Zheng said with a livid face: "Stop talking nonsense," he grabbed his phone, "Where is Baochan, he won't answer my calls!"

Shi Kuoting and Sa Shuang looked at each other: "A few bosses are here, they are drinking, maybe it's not convenient to answer the phone..."

As soon as Kuangzheng heard this, he was about to go in, but was stopped by Shi Kuoting and Sa Shuang: "Brother!" They hurriedly stopped, "Baochu won't tell you, lest you worry!"

"He still knows I'm worried!" Kuang Zheng yelled fiercely, but he had already let go of his heart, as long as he was fine.

"Didn't you sign a contract today?" Shi Kuoting reassured him, "Party A is also here, very happy, let's have a drink together."

Kuang Zheng's mood gradually calmed down, and he was about to let go of his worry and tension all the way, when he suddenly felt something was wrong: "Drink together, why don't you go in?"

Shi Kuoting was slightly taken aback, but Sa Shuang couldn't hide it anymore, and muttered, "They won't let us in."

"Sa Shuang!" Shi Kuoting tugged at him.

Sa Shuang broke away from his hand: "Brother Shi, aren't you worried too!"

Shi Kuoting frowned, but said nothing.

"They?" Kuang Zheng stared at the closed door ahead, "Who?"

"That's the case," Shi Kuoting had to tell the truth, "Party A brought a few friends here, all of whom are big bosses. When they heard that Xiao Nong was singing Danjiao, they insisted on letting him drink with him, and not allowing us to drink with him. Go in, you know Baochu's temperament, if you kill the head of the house, you have to serve it, so follow in."

Kuang Zheng widened his eyes: "Where is the Maverick who took care of this?"

"It is said that the foundation is in a hurry, so let's go first."

"Bullshit urgent!" Kuang Zheng asked again, "Is Xiao Chen okay?"

"Baochu is afraid that if there is a social meeting, let her go home first."

Kuang Zheng nodded: "How many people are in Party A?"

Shi Kuoting sighed: "Five, drank for almost four hours."

Damn it, five bastards drank the two of them, and Baochan was so drunk, Kuangzheng pushed them away and walked forward, but was grabbed by Shi Kuoting, "Brother Kuang, I fucking want to go in too, but Baochu specially wants to go in." I told you, Ruyizhou has just signed a contract, for the future, let's focus on the overall situation!"

Kuang Zheng turned his head to look at him, and said slowly and coldly, "I don't care about your overall situation."

He withdrew his arm and walked towards the door, calmly, and knocked before pushing the door in. He was greeted with a strong smell of alcohol and choking smoke. He didn't see any people at the table, only saw Baochan, who fell asleep on the table, was wearing the blue suit he bought, so solemn and embarrassed.

He went straight over and pulled the person up by his arm. At this moment, the person on the table said: "Hey, who are you, don't you see drinking here!"

Kuangzheng didn't even look at him, he held Baochan's back and pulled him into his arms: "My brother, I'll take him home."

"Brother?" said another. "There are no brothers here, only actors!"

"Yes, Brother Kai has signed the contract," they pointed to one of them. "The advance payment for half a year is 120 million. Even if your brother dies here today, he won't be able to leave!"

Kuang Zheng smiled. He had read the contract. It was 120 million, and the breaching party would pay three times the compensation: "I'll give you 360 million, and I'll just tear up the contract."

"Hey you boy!" The group of people slapped the table and got up, and the scene was chaotic.

Kuang Zheng winked at the door, telling Shi Kuoting to get Ying Xiaonong out quickly, and then wrapped his arms around Bao Chan's waist, and was about to take him out when another person on the table said, "Mr. Kuang."

Kuang Zheng looked back in surprise, and saw a familiar face in the smog, sitting in the corner by the window, wearing a dark gray turtleneck, about the same age as him, it was Zhang Rong from Zhengcai Electronics.

"I'm a little interested in private banking. When are you free, come to my company to chat?"

This is what Zhang Rong told him in the last phone call. Kuang Zheng then checked Feng Kuan's list. This guy has at least [-] to [-] million investable funds, and he is currently the largest potential customer of Wanrong Zhenhui.

"Mr. Zhang," he suppressed his anger, "what a coincidence, you are also interested in traditional art?"

"Come over with your friends to have a look," Zhang Rong leaned forward, flicked cigarette ash into the small dish on the table, and said regretfully, "I haven't figured it out yet."

The implication is that Kuangzheng led the people too early.

Kuangzheng didn't speak right away, at this moment Baochan hummed in his arms, unconsciously hugging his back, rubbing his forehead against his chin as if he was suffering.

Kuang Zheng was afraid that he would move around, so he held the back of his head with his big hands, and smiled freely: "Then another day, I will hold a special art salon, and invite Mr. Zhang to come."

Zhang Rong twitched the corners of his mouth, smiled subtly, got up and walked towards him: "In front of so many friends, Mr. Kuang, shouldn't you show some face to future clients?"

Future customers, Kuang Zheng raised his eyebrows.

Zhang Rong also raised his eyebrows, and the two looked at each other close to each other, or they were competing, using money, and a man's future, to challenge their emotions, to see what was more important than interests and conscience.

"Sorry," Kuang Zheng refused bluntly, "I don't like my brother drinking."

Zhang Rong's face changed suddenly, he threw the unfinished cigarette at his feet, and crushed it fiercely: "Kuangzheng, what's the matter, you can bear shining my wife's shoes, but you can't bear it if you let your brother drink two glasses of wine?"

"Yes," Kuang Zheng kept smiling, "I can get dirty, but my brother can't."

Zhang Rong was a bit shorter than him, but he was domineering, poking his chest with his finger, "I don't know what you do private banking? I want to use you because I see you as a grandson that day. You are not afraid of me... "

"Mr. Zhang," Kuang Zheng interrupted his threat, "Come if you want, it's meaningless to talk about it."

Zhang Rong's face turned extremely ugly, Kuang Zheng never wasted time on people he had offended, put his arm around Bao Chan's shoulders, nodded slightly, and resolutely walked out of the room.

Holding someone up, he went directly downstairs and drove away from the city center. As for what happened to Ying Xiaonong and how Shi Kuoting dealt with the aftermath, he had no time to take care of it.Just now he looked at the wine bottles on the ground, they were all red, and the red wine had a strong aftertaste. He slammed on the brakes and rubbed Baochan's forehead hair. This kid will suffer tonight.

When he got home, he carried him up to the second floor and put him on his bed. While untying his tie, he looked at the slapped face: "Bao'er?"

Bao Chan didn't respond.

He took off his suit and threw it on the sofa: "Silly boy!"

"Hmm..." There was a slight voice from behind.

Kuangzheng smiled, he had nothing to do with him, he knelt on the bed with one leg, bent over to undress him.Because of the alcohol, the skin under the shirt turned red and soaked in sweat. Fruits like peaches had a delicate luster under the light.

Kuang Zheng's hands slowed down, and his eyes became less pure, like the second hand suddenly moved after a long pause, or like the earth finally warming up in early spring, the indescribable ambiguity made people palpitate.

"Brother..." Baochan called him in a daze, and rubbed himself on the bed uncomfortably, "Brother, where are you..."

"I'm here, here," Kuangzheng hurriedly hugged his shoulders, pulling him into his arms, his slender collarbone and thin neck in front of his eyes, "Go to sleep, brother is here."

There was something hot in Kuangzheng's heart. Last time when Baochan was drunk, he called his senior brother and his wife, but this time he called "brother", and his heart melted at the sound of "brother".

Kuangzheng didn't know how to take care of others, and he didn't know how to make Baochan comfortable, so he relied on instinct, lying sideways beside him, stroking his back slowly like he was stroking himself.

At this time, the mobile phone rang uncomfortably, and he didn't want to answer it, but when he saw it was Feng Kuan, he guessed that Zhang Rong had gone to file a complaint and asked him for an explanation, so he reluctantly clicked the green button: "Hello..."

"You boy!" Feng Kuan was very excited, "I'm fucking convinced by you!"

Kuang Zheng pinched the corners of his eyes wearily: "This matter is actually..."

"You can tame a woman like Du Maomao! You're amazing, brother!"

Kuang Zheng was stunned for a moment, but did not speak.

"It's been so long since I've been to their house," Feng Kuan said angrily, with a feeling of elation, "it's the first time she said that I have good eyesight in front of my father-in-law!"

Uh... this doesn't seem to be something to be happy about, "Brother," Kuang Zheng didn't want to hear his nonsense, "do you have anything else to do?"

Feng Kuan didn't hear his hint at all: "Do you know what Du Maomao said? She said that I have a friend like you, so I must have something special! Did you hear me, something special!"

Kuang Zheng was speechless. Everyone in Wan Rong saw how beautiful Feng Kuan married the director's daughter. No one could see the humiliation behind him. It was impossible for him to say these words to the second person, but he felt uncomfortable in his arms. Kuangzheng really didn't want to waste time with him: "Dude, it's late..."

"What's late, it's less than nine..." Feng Kuan stopped talking, and then he realized something, "Oh! Oh, sorry, brother, I delayed your business!"