Suddenly reminded, Fu Sheng raised his eyes and blinked innocently,

"Didn't you say that you should do an hour's work and rest for ten minutes?"

Hearing this, Pei Xingmo glanced at his watch, "Well, it's indeed time to rest." ”

Fu Sheng raised his thin eyebrows slightly, pushed the document in front of him to the side, and continued to swipe his phone.

Pei Xing closed the folder directly, out of sight.

They have been busy for the past two days, with endless documents and projects to deal with.

In order to get through this stage as soon as possible, they agreed to go home in the evening and work two hours overtime.

It's in the study.

Sit face-to-face and supervise each other.

Don't bother anyone.

Strive to maximize efficiency.

Of course, it is easy to get tired after working for two hours in a row, so they also made an appointment to work for an hour and rest for ten minutes.

Pei Xingmo set the alarm clock for ten minutes, "Is Sheng Sheng looking at Song Xiangheng's airport map?" ”

Fu Sheng leaned back in the chair and held up his mobile phone, "Yes." ”

"After a round of brushing, I realized a truth, it is a disaster for people with white skin to go to mining!"

Fu Sheng and Song Xiangheng are not familiar with each other, but she remembers Song Xiangheng.

Back then, it was white and glowing, always more tender than its peers, and people who looked like little milk dogs were tanned to dark wheat skin.

Song Xiangheng's facial features are actually still good-looking, but they are not as popular as they were at the beginning.

Some people even made a comparison between the past and the present, Song Xiangheng's skin color difference is very similar, and the true portrayal of the whitest and blackest numbers of the foundation.

A group of people lamented the fall of the little milk dog.

It's not that the little black-skinned wolf dog is bad.

It's just that who doesn't like a white and tender little milk dog who can smile at you with a sunny smile by touching the dog's head.

Pei Xingmo is also brushing Song Xiangheng's movements, "Are all the jokes in today's circle provided by Song Xiangheng?" ”

Speaking of this, Fu Sheng wanted to laugh, "It's really ......"

It is said that because there were too many people filming Song Xiangheng, a little girl thought that Song Xiangheng was a star, and leaned over to ask Song Xiangheng for an autograph.

Song Xiangheng was dizzy, couldn't understand the situation, and helped sign.

After that, the little girl posted her signature on the Internet and asked if it was an eighteenth-tier starlet.

Someone left a message: I don't know, Baidu Encyclopedia doesn't have it, saying that the eighteenth line has been raised, don't be a small artist of the 108th line.

There is also a more heart-piercing message: the words are so ugly.

Swiped this consultation, Fu Sheng almost laughed.

"By the way, does Song Xiangheng contact you?" Fu Sheng's eyes fell on Pei Xingmo, and his eyes were full of curiosity.

After all, it's small, so I should be in touch...... Right?

"Got in touch, ask me out for a drink." The corners of Pei Xingmo's mouth twitched, "I refused." ”

Although he was also curious about what Song Xiangheng had experienced in the past few years, he was busy.

"I'll talk to him about Zhao Jiaxu's bachelorette party."

Fu Sheng looked at the pile of documents in Pei Xingmo's hand, and looked pity, "I'll prepare the gift for Zhao Jiaxu." ”

She felt that Pei Xingmo no longer had the energy to think about these things.

"Okay." Pei Xingmo's face was loveless.

As soon as the words fell, the alarm clock went off.

The two looked at each other for three seconds, sighed in unison, and put down their phones in resignation.

Fu Sheng rubbed his cheeks with both hands, picked up the signature pen, and forced him into a working state.

The bachelorette party was held in the name of Zhao Jiaxu, and those who received an invitation to participate should prepare gifts for Zhao Jiaxu.

Gifts are not difficult to choose.

Fu Sheng originally wanted to reproduce Shen Cong'an's gift to Zhao Jiaxu.

The two of them are also considered to be in the same condition.

But Zhao Jiaxu's little heart is more fragile than Shen Cong'an.

Fu Sheng was afraid of making Zhao Jiaxu cry, so he hesitated and gave up the green hat and chose a bottle of Shebali's perfume.

It's good to be decent.

She was too busy to tell what she wanted to do with a special gift.

On the day of the bachelorette party.

Fu Sheng and Pei Xingmo were so overwhelmed by work that they almost forgot about the bachelorette party.

It was Shen Yi who called Fu Sheng to remind him.

The couple was long overdue.

In the top box of the stay up club, Zhao Jiaxu, Zhao Shuyi, Shen Cong'an, Shen Yi and Song Xiangheng have all arrived.

Seeing Pei Xingmo leading Fu Sheng in, Song Xiangheng and Zhao Shuyi got up at the same time.

The former walked quickly towards Pei Xingmo, and the latter pounced on Fu Sheng.

And so.

Pei Xingmo watched Zhao Shuyi snatch his little girl again.

Fu Sheng watched Pei Xingmo and Song Xiangheng exchange a good brotherly hug after a long absence.

It was originally a very warm picture, but Zhao Jiaxu blew up, "Brother Xing Mo! You treat differently! I asked for a comforting hug last time and you hid, why didn't you hide when Brother Heng hugged you! ”

Pei Xing's face did not change at the end, and his conscience did not hurt at all, "You cried a handful of snot and tears last time, I am afraid that you will dirty my clothes." ”

"Poof—"

As soon as this hurtful remark came out, many people were amused.

Zhao Jiaxu stomped his feet in anger.

If Fu Sheng hadn't handed over the gift in time, he would have been so aggrieved that he burst into tears on the spot.

Fu Sheng looked at Song Xiangheng curiously.

Sensing Fu Sheng's gaze, Song Xiangheng smiled at her slightly, which was regarded as a greeting.

Fu Sheng smiled back.

I understand why so many people in the group cry and regret that the little milk dog is gone.

Song Xiangheng is no longer compatible with the word little milk dog, his skin is dark, and his aura has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Zhao Shuyi sat down with Fu Sheng in his arms.

Song Xiangheng saw Pei Xingmo, as if he had seen a relative.

No, it's happier than seeing a loved one.

He didn't know anyone else, but there were many people who were curious about him, and just now a group of people surrounded him, chattering and asking questions he couldn't say.

Now it's liberating.

"Lao Pei, the two of us are catching up?"

Song Xiangheng put his arm on Pei Xingmo's shoulder and pointed to the direction of the terrace that was separated from the box by a door.

"Okay."

Pei Xingmo said to Fu Sheng, and then went to the terrace with Song Xiangheng.

After glancing at Pei Xingmo's back twice, Fu Sheng withdrew his gaze.

Zhao Shuyi stuffed a glass of orange juice into Fu Sheng's hand,

"Shengbao, let me tell you, I understand why the current ruler of the Song family wants Song Xiangheng to return to China!"

Fu Sheng looked puzzled, "Why?" ”

Zhao Shuyi sneered, "That guy wants to send Song Xiangheng out and climb high branches." ”

Fu Sheng: "? ”

The well-informed Miss Fu was stunned.

In their circle, Fu Sheng has seen many pitiful little ones who have been forced to become marriage tools for the sake of their families.

But all she saw were girls.

Because those so-called patriarchs will only be willing to marry their daughters to other people's families in exchange for the benefits they want.

Song Xiangheng is a man.

Where can the ruler of the Song family send Song Xiangheng?

"Yibao...... How do you know? Fu Sheng had a sense of foreboding.

Zhao Shuyi stinked, "Because I'm that Gao Zhi." ”

The words "poof......" shocked Fu Sheng and almost choked on orange juice.

Fu Shengyi grabbed Zhao Shuyi's wrist, "Yibao, what feelings did you have between you and Song Xiangheng that I don't know?" ”

"Nope! Uncooked! ”

Zhao Shuyi viciously pushed away Zhao Jiaxu, who was getting closer and closer to her, and glared at him fiercely.

Warn him not to eavesdrop on the whispers between his girlfriends.

Otherwise, she will beat him.

"But I can guess the intention of the rulers of the Song family to do this."

"What's the point?" Fu Sheng took a sip of orange juice, for fear that Zhao Shuyi would reveal some shocking secret and scare himself.

Zhao Shuyi lowered his voice, "There was a time before when it was popular in the circle to write love letters to Song Xiangheng. ”

Fu Sheng: "......"

How did she not know that such a magical thing had become popular?

"Don't say it, Song Xiangheng at that stage is real, it is easy to arouse the desire of others to tease him, his face is full of collagen, his skin is white and glowing, he has tiger teeth when he laughs, and his temper is good, he is as pure as a white rabbit, and he ......blushes when he teases him."

Zhao Shuyi's eyes were shining with green light,

"So many people like to hand love letters to Song Xiangheng, just to see him blushing."

"I also handed it over, but I didn't like him, Chun Chun thought it was funny."

Speaking of this, Zhao Shuyi was quite embarrassed.

Fu Sheng: "......"

has the description of her art treasure, and she seems to vaguely understand why there was a scandal about Pei Xingmo and Song Xiangheng in the circle back then.

Zhao Shuyi didn't know that his friend's thoughts had been crooked.

She pursed her lips and continued to explain, "I suspect that my love letter back then was turned out, and the ruler of the Song family mistakenly thought that I liked Song Xiangheng, took him back, and wanted to marry the Zhao family, and the ruler of the Song family has hinted that Song Xiangheng is single two or three times." ”

For the rulers of the Song family, Fu Sheng is convinced with a capital letter.

Her eyes darkened, "In recent years, the Song family has been going downhill. ”

Zhao Shuyi sneered, "Otherwise, they wouldn't have rushed to the doctor and picked up Song Xiangheng to come back and try to cling to the Zhao family." ”

"Tsk-" Fu Sheng rubbed the glass, "Also, many people in the circle don't want to cooperate with the Song family, and the Song family doesn't want to find a way, and the huge foundation will be gone after another ten or eight years." ”

Zhao Shuyi grabbed Fu Sheng's shoulder, leaned closer, and mocked in a low voice,

"This is also to blame the people in power of the Song family for not being kind."

Fu Sheng sipped off the sweetness left by the orange juice at the corner of his lips, and the dark tide under his eyes was surging.

Who's to say it isn't.

After the current ruler of the Song family was in power, the first thing he did was to send Song Xiangheng to mining.

There is nothing wrong with winning or losing.

It is also normal to taboo Song Xiangheng.

But the Song family, if Song Xiangheng is sent abroad, he sends someone to monitor it.

However, the person in charge of the Song family directly threw people into the mine, unless Song Xiangheng had the opportunity to take the initiative to contact the outside world, others wanted to contact Song Xiangheng basically couldn't get in touch.

If Song Xiangheng is unlucky and dies over there, it may take a few months for people here in Yucheng to receive the news.

Ruthless enough.

Ruthless enough.

It's just that Song Xiangheng grew up in the circle of wealthy families.

The contemporaries of Song Xiangheng have successively taken over the family business, and they all remember who Song Xiangheng was pitted to mine, unless the Song family is willing to make profits, they usually avoid cooperating with the Song family.

Over time, the Song family fell into a strange circle.

Let's make profits, the Song family can't make money; They can only cooperate with small enterprises, and the quality of cooperation is not guaranteed.

Fu Sheng thought of Song Xiangheng's oolong at the airport again.

Although they are all jokes, the side feedback is-

Even if he doesn't return to China for many years, Song Xiangheng's friends are still there.

Except for real friends, who would be bored enough to pay a photographer to take an airport photo of him.

And there are many people who care about Song Xiangheng, otherwise how could he attract so much attention when he returns to China.

"Don't talk about the nasty guys."

Clearing away his thoughts, Fu Sheng leaned over and put the cup with more than half of the orange juice left on the coffee table.

"Speaking of which, Yibao really doesn't like Song Xiangheng?"