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Kuang Zheng came out of 611, closed the door behind his back, and took out his mobile phone.

Click on the address book, Bai Yinwu's name is on the first page, move your finger to the top, there is a difference of a few millimeters, and you can't click on it.

He didn't know what to say, did Shan Haichou look for him?Say I fucking know you've been thinking about me?No matter how it seems hypocritical, let's wait until the future to make a show and let the performance speak for itself.

Kuang Zheng put away his mobile phone and took the elevator downstairs. Feng Kuan and Fatty Tong were in the lounge on the first floor. They seemed to be having a good conversation.

Walking to the entrance of the parking lot, Feng Kuan suddenly remembered: "Oh, that's right, the one in your investment banking department..."

Kuang Zheng glanced back at him: "Who is the investment bank department?"

Feng Kuan was taken aback: "Oh, they are from the investment banking department!" He smiled, "That Daishan."

Hearing this name, Kuang Zheng stopped.

"He was poached by a headhunter, it happened on Monday."

Kuang Zheng is not surprised, that kid is so smart, he doesn't bother to be the executive vice president of a private bank, but he will not be willing to continue to be a v: "Where did the digging go?"

"Venture investment," Feng Kuan smacked his lips, "Sadry."

Sudley, a name that scares many CEOs of listed companies, says he is a venture capitalist. In fact, he has been focusing on hostile takeovers for the past few years. He has a very famous name on the financial street, "Company Hunter".

"It's not that the whole family doesn't come into the house," Kuang Zheng snorted coldly, "That kid has found the right place."

The three shook hands respectively, said goodbye in the parking lot, and Kuangzheng drove back to Wanrong Zhenhui. At the intersection of the company, he temporarily changed his mind, turned around the traffic post, and went straight to Ruyizhou.

Stopping in front of the theater building, he turned off the engine and pulled the handbrake. He was at this place yesterday, and he was fascinated by Baochan. Looking at it now, it's not unusual.

He dialed Baochan's number: "Hey, how about practicing?"

"No," Baochan said nasally, "I slept for a while."

"Why are you a little pig?" Kuang Zheng could imagine his sleepy look, "didn't sleep well last night?"

"No," Baochan muttered, "the feet are uncomfortable."

Kuang Zheng straightened up immediately, counted the windows and looked to the second floor: "What's wrong with your feet?"

"Maybe it's cold." Baochan and the others were beaten and beaten, and they were somewhat injured. "The ankle hurts."

"There's no show tonight?" Kuang Zheng glanced at his watch, it's Thursday.

"No," Baochan replied, "We have guests on Tuesday and Friday."

"Stop practicing," Kuang Zheng said, "Go home, I'll be downstairs."

"Are you here?" Hearing Baochan's tone, he was pleasantly surprised.

The corners of Kuangzheng's mouth couldn't hold back, and he began to bend upwards into a doting smile: "Come down, brother is waiting for you."

Hanging up the phone, Kuangzheng touched his chest, it was normal, he didn't jump too much, the so-called "heartbeat" last night might just be a misunderstanding, late at night, people are always a little distracted.

Baochan soon came down, wearing the blue suit that Kuangzheng had made, in the autumn sunshine, he was indescribably beautiful, Kuangzheng admitted that he was pleasing to the eye, but no matter how good-looking he was, he was still a genuine boy, and he had no hormones on him. The attraction, he reaffirmed, was just a mistake last night.

Baochan got into the car, took out something from his pocket and gave it to him, and when he looked at it, it was a lollipop, lemon flavored: "How old are you, I still eat this."

"Eating and playing," Baochan put on his seat belt, "Sa Shuang gave it to me."

Kuangzheng said with disgust, he still tore off the colored paper, stuffed the candy into his mouth, turned on the left turn signal, and turned onto the main road.He smacked the lemon flavor, coloring, flavoring and additives that deceived the child, and he found a youthful smell.

"Does your foot still hurt?"

"kind of."

"Go home and rub it for you."

"Need not."

Kuang Zheng stared at the rearview mirror. The treasure in the mirror was very quiet. He leaned against the seat and looked out the window. Kuang Zheng got a bad intention and secretly pushed the window pane button. The glass suddenly opened a crack, and the wind outside was blowing in his face. Raised Bao Chan's short hair.

"Oh!" Rang Feng slapped him across the face, Bao Chan turned his head and patted him: "Why did you open the window all of a sudden!"

Kuang Zheng took out the lollipop and drove with one hand: "I think you want to fly."

"You just want to fly!" Bao Chan glared at him, the wind was blowing slowly, his heart really flew up, and he couldn't control it lightly, "Brother, my heart beats very fast."

"Huh?" Kuangzheng's throat tightened a bit, "Is there... something to dance about?"

"I don't know." Baochan covered his chest with both hands, "Just keep jumping. If you don't drive, I'll let you touch it."

Kuang Zheng didn't say a word, five intersections in a row were all green lights, at the traffic post on Youai Road, he finally came across a red light, he pulled the handbrake, stretched out his hand, and covered Baochan's chest.

"Brother..." Baochan was speechless, it happened 10 minutes ago.

Indeed, Kuang Zheng didn't feel anything, through his shirt and suit, he didn't even feel Bao Chan's heartbeat.

The traffic light turned from red to green, and the lollipop slowly melted in his mouth, leaving only the bland sweetness left.

When they got home, they changed their slippers, Baochan went to sit on the sofa, Kuangzheng took off his suit and knelt at his feet, grabbing his ankle: "Which foot?"

"No need," Baozhan shrank back, "I didn't wash my feet, it stinks."

He was wearing a pair of Bresciani high socks, which were also selected by Zhengzheng. They were bright indigo blue and made of silk, wrapping around his slender feet and protruding from the flat trouser legs of the suit.

Kuangzheng was holding that foot, the body temperature was transmitted to the palm of his hand through the socks, it felt weird, men's feet are not like women's, they are always hidden in the shoes, they can't be seen, as if grabbing some shady place of Baozhan , His mouth was a little dry, and the restless feeling came again.

"Brother... Take it easy." Baochan leaned on the sofa, raised his head, and could see his Adam's apple rolling up and down.

"Here?" Kuangzheng didn't understand his surging impulse, and rudely pushed his feet hard, "Or here?"

Baochan shivered, goosebumps appeared on his leg, and rubbed his other foot against the back of his hand: "Stop rubbing it... Itchy."

Kuangzheng didn't let go, even clenched him even tighter, stretched his fingers into his trousers and pulled down his sock, Baochan stepped on his shoulder with curled toes: "It hurts when you rub it, why don't you rub it..."

"uncomfortable?"

Baochan didn't say anything, just kicked him: "Brother, come and sit down."

Kuangzheng was indeed tired from squatting, so he got up and sat on the sofa. As soon as he sat down, Baochan lay down and put his legs on his knees, looking extremely comfortable.

"You told me to sit," Kuangzheng scratched the soles of his feet, "you want to lie down, right?"

Baochan chuckled twice, writhing on the sofa so itchy.

Kuang Zheng looked at his expression of enjoyment, and suddenly had a terrible idea, wanting to pounce on him, like those unintentional fights before, hold him down, make him immobile, struggle, and beg him for mercy.