Chapter 10: Ten gangsters

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A thunder stunned Song Kunhe from her dream.
He stared at the dark clouds outside the window, yawned, and sat up on the bed. At 11 o'clock in the morning, the dark clouds and the lightning flashes accompanied by lightning. The rain gave him a sense of ignorance of tonight.
He sat quietly on the bed, slowed down, and slowly crawled out of bed, took a shower in the bathroom, and washed away the wine, he felt much refreshed.
I did n’t drink much yesterday. According to his original drinking volume, there was no problem at all, but I did n’t expect that the original body ’s drinking volume was so poor, but a few glasses of white wine made his head faint.
It seems that in the future, I still have to drink less, Song Yi and regretfully snorted, wiped his hair and went downstairs.
Walking to the living room, he found that Xiao Yuanmu, who was either reading in the room or not knowing what to do, was sitting on the sofa and watching TV. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, before he could talk, and accidentally scanned the TV screen. Pause.
"Although this photo is blurry, we can see that Liu Ying is drinking with a man afterwards. The gestures of the two are very ambiguous. They are about the pose of marriage in ancient times. There are also rumors that the s This is not the first night trip to catkins, they have also been in and out of a hotel together. "
Two blurred photos of the hotel's name appeared on the TV. Song Yan and his eyes fixed on it, not that he broke the catkins and opened Song Guochao. On that occasion, I did not expect this entertainment reporter to ignore Song Guochao and took a picture of him at the front desk. The photos of the inspection, and a picture of catkins walking into the elevator with a mask, forced them together.
Song Yanhe is not very angry, but he is a little funny and looking forward, because he finds that no matter in which world, seeing pictures and telling stories is one of the survival skills that entertainment media practitioners must master, and looking forward can not wait to know Song Guochao See what the news looks like.
Probably, Song Guochao was scolding him at this time.
With a gloating smile in his eyes, he walked to the sofa and sat down. He heard the sound of rain pouring out of the window. He moved his legs to the sofa, grabbed a pillow, and was about to hold a mobile phone to play games. I saw Xiao Yuan. Mu stood up.
Song Yanhe looked up, collided with Xiao Yuanmu's sight in the air, and retracted subconsciously. He felt that Xiao Yuanmu's eyes were more stormy than outside.
However, Xiao Yuanmu only glanced at him, then turned away without leaving a trace.
Song Kun and some inexplicable, holding the mobile phone for a while and found that the mind of the big brother is really not what ordinary people can investigate, so he was too lazy to think about it, the left and right are just plastic actor love, which will be hunting and being chased in the future. The relationship of killing cannot be changed after guessing it, so there is no need to waste brain cells.
Downstairs Song Ye played the game heartlessly, but Xiao Yuanmu upstairs took a cold shower three times before suppressing the suffocation in his heart.
Xiao Yuanmu stood by the bed, looking at the dark sky outside the window, and felt that the dullness and gloom that had just dissipated seemed to be a little deeper. His eyes were heavy, and he suddenly wanted to smoke. Standing straight back.
He knew that something was different.
He has no doubt that at first he was absolutely impatient and disgusted with Song Yunhe, but now he is not sure what he thinks about Song Yunhe.
I do n’t like it, and I do n’t hate it anymore, but it ’s also difficult to get along with ordinary people who do n’t need to care. Song Jiuhe, for him, is a kind of complicated existence that is difficult to describe with a single word.
There was something strange, elusive, or even something that shouldn't have appeared at all, without the slightest omen appearing in his heart, like the light breaking through the mist, and like a temptation to entice visitors to fall to the bottom of the valley. It's bad, but it's like silk.
The suddenness of this emotion was inexplicable, without any signs, he was at a loss but not exclusive. On the contrary, he was also a little curious about the reason for this emotion, and how the emotion would develop.
Since you can't break free, wait and see.
...
After finishing a game of Song Hehe, he looked up and found that it was already twelve o'clock, and his stomach screamed in time. The hunger aggravated with the sound of a cry, which suddenly made him feel courageous. Mu cooking.
Anyway, he will offend him in the future, and now he enjoys the mouthful. In a sense, he can make a little bit of money.
Standing at the door of Xiao Yuanmu's room, his hand was just raised, and before the door could be knocked, the door was pulled open. Xiao Yuanmu looked down at him and said lightly, "Hungry?"
Song Ye and He Yi took a moment to step back and hugged, "Why don't you cook at this time?"
"What to eat?"
Song Ye and everyone wanted to eat at this time, but considering the ingredients in the refrigerator, he still didn't embarrass Xiao Yuanmu and said directly: "Chicken, Zuo Zongtang Chicken."
Xiao Yuan Mu slightly nodded, and said quietly, "OK."
Song Yanhe was really hungry, and he ate something in the kitchen that could fill his stomach, but he dared not eat more. Xiao Yuanmu's cooking skills deserve his stomach.
Xiao Yuanmu cooks quickly, but half an hour, three dishes have been served on the table, and Song Jiuhe, already sitting at the table waiting anxiously.
Even when Song Yunhe was hungry, she was slow to eat, chewed the food a little bit, and carefully tasted the taste of the food.
Near the end of the meal, Xiao Yuanmu suddenly said, "The day you knocked over the table, the boiled fish was not on the table. I put it in the refrigerator afterwards."
Song Yan and Jiacai acted stiffly, then naturally added a piece of chicken into their mouth, swallowed and looked up to see Xiao Yuanmu with a blank expression: "Is it?"
"Yes."
Song Yanhe blinked, frowning like a thought, and then said, "I don't remember if there is any boiled fish on the table."
There was no expression on Xiao Yuanmu's face, and his tone was salty: "The next morning, the boiled fish in the refrigerator was gone."
"Are there such things?" Song Yan and his face surprised, said innocently: "Maybe the aunt who cleaned in the morning fell down."
"The bowl of boiled fish is gone."
"Maybe it was taken by the aunt?" Song Yan and Daran realized, "Maybe she took it for herself."
Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him lightly, "Really?"
"It's possible." Song Yan and Shisha gave a peculiar whisper, and said, "I guess I looked good, so I took it for myself."
Xiao Yuanmu put down his chopsticks, no more to say, and restored the usual high cold.
Song Yan and secretly let out a sigh of relief, grateful for his wit, and dumped the pot in time. If Xiao Yuanmu knew that he got up in the middle of the night and ate the bowl of boiled fish fillets, he would throw the bowl directly to the corpse because he would not wash the dishes Extinction, then where will he persuade the arrogant second generation ancestor?
Unexpectedly calm on Monday at 5.30pm.
Song Ye and He Ji were waiting outside the venture capital department. Some people came out one after another. It was not strange to see him. They all greeted him with a smile, and their tone was no longer as restrained as before. .
Not long after, Xiao Yuanmu came over and saw him faintly: "Let's go."
As soon as they were about to leave, they heard one shouting in a hurry: "General Manager Song! Xiao Xiao!"
Song Yanhe turned his face, glanced at the impatience flashing in Xiao Yuanmu's eyes, but still asked, "What's the matter?"
"That's it." The man in a suit and leather shoes, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, smiled and said, "Today is the day for dinner in our venture capital department. Xiao Xiao can't say anything in the afternoon, but I think it is Xiao Xiao Entering the company's first party, it directly pushed colleagues to inevitably leave an uncomfortable impression in the minds of colleagues, and more contact with colleagues is also good for future work, isn't it? Encourage everyone and let them have more passion for the company. "
Even if going to the dinner is a must-go story, Song Yunhe raised his eyebrows and said coldly, "I don't know. I belong to a marketing department. Eating with your venture capital department can also boost morale of employees?"
The man with glasses froze for a moment, but the smile on his face did not change at all, and said, "Since morale is not encouraged, then President Song can also attend as a family member."
In the end, none of them can be mixed with the management. He said that if Song Yehe and Xiao Yuanmu were really in love, it would be hard to refuse.
However, he and Xiao Yuanmu were not in love and could not refuse.
So Song Yehe is no longer embarrassed by the project manager of the venture capital department, and smiled: "Since you said so, let's go."
By the time Song Yong and the three arrived, the private room was already full, the barbecue was smoky, the meat was making a loud noise, and there was a different sense of excitement.
Most of them were a little surprised to see them coming in. The smart ones had got up and vacated their positions. They said, "General Manager Xiao Song, Xiao Xiao, General Manager Zhang, sit here."
Song Yehe was also polite. He pulled Xiao Yuanmu into two separate seats and soon came up with new dishes. Some even put the freshly baked food in a bowl and handed them to them. .
"No." Song Yan and the waved hands refused the girl who handed the plate, raised her chin and pointed at Xiao Yuanmu: "I eat him toast."
Everyone's expression changed slightly, their eyes became ambiguous, and a male colleague smiled and said, "Understand."
Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him lightly, rolled up his sleeves leisurely, took the clips and scissors of the barbecue, helped him to barbecue, put it in his bowl after roasting a piece, and cooked with vegetables.
Song Zhehe saw frowning. How did he feel that Xiao Yuanmu didn't seem angry? After all, Xiao Yuanmu described in the original book was cold.
However, Xiao Yuanmu usually has no expression on his face, and he is extremely proficient in mastering emotions and anger. He can't see that his expression changes are also normal. After all, the big man was very patient.
However, I hope that when he finishes, he can continue to maintain such a good habit of not moving. 2k novel reading network