The moment he was surrounded and stepped into the door, Yan Zisong suddenly had an illusion; for some reason, a sentence that a girl said to him a long time ago rang in his ears - "Every time you get together in groups like this,
Team, beating gongs and drums and strutting through the market, don't you feel uncomfortable?"
He didn't know how she came up with the idea of using the meaningless word "beating gongs and beating drums". She secretly told him this after getting along with her; those pale pink lips, if she were here today,
Maybe he would mutter with a hint of resentment, "You...can't you just act like an ordinary person..."
Missing this thing is so weird; for four years, whether it was deliberately avoiding it or deceiving myself, I refused to let myself think of the person. Once I saw, heard, or touched the person again, I couldn't control it and couldn't distinguish it.
Thinking of her on every occasion is like smoke sucked into the lungs, spreading everywhere and unable to escape or hide from any corner.
The setting sun sinks into the azure blue sea. The scenery here is indeed beautiful and brilliant.
A few dozen meters away is the white sandy beach; the irregular circular hot spring swimming pool is built on the foundation of the hotel next to the sea. In the clear and warm water, several female companions are showing off in unison.
Luxurious swimsuits and a stunning figure.
Behind a floor-to-ceiling glass wall is an elegant and comfortable buffet restaurant, where guests can enjoy delicious food while admiring the attractive scenery outside the window.
"Brother Zisong, what good things have happened recently? You laughed more during this meal than you did in the past two years." Wu Hai had been staring at this obviously abnormal man for a while, and finally couldn't help but ask.
come out.
Song Shaofeng was walking over with a plate. When he heard these words, he couldn't help but cast a blind eye, "Really, I just said there is something wrong today."
Yan Zisong was obviously in a good mood and did not answer. Instead, he said to Song Shaofeng in a confused manner, "Does your company have any business that requires on-site translation?"
Just as Song Shaofeng was explaining in a serious manner that he was running a technology company, and the only business that could be exposed to foreign languages was the introduction of foreign online games. However, there was no such plan at this stage, Yao Jiabao squinted and asked, "Zi."
Brother Song, who have you seen recently?"
After being reminded like this, Song Shaofeng and Wu Hai, who had come to their senses, suddenly remembered someone. They looked at each other, closed their mouths and hesitated for a while, but still said nothing.
Yan Zisong remained calm and indifferent, without any conscious intention to answer. He lowered his head and cut the roasted beef on the plate.
"The building where the house is built has been taken down, and I plan to build it into a club." As he spoke, he changed to another thing, and when he raised his head again, the soft smile like gentle breeze and drizzle left no trace.
Yan Zisong, who has been focusing on leading the development of the real estate and hotel industries in Ruiyan in recent years, somehow thought of engaging in the entertainment service industry in Guomao, a place where land is so valuable, which obviously surprised several people present at the same time.
Small.
This time, Song Shaofeng thought faster, "Zisong, leave the networking part to me."
While several people were discussing various matters about the soon-to-be-opened club, the women in the swimming pool had already gone ashore to change their clothes and came over.
"What are you talking about? It's so lively." Before Lanzhong reached the table, her magnetic voice was already smiling.
Yao Jiabao immediately put on a smile and said, "I asked Brother Zisong about your love history, but he just wouldn't tell me."
A graceful figure and a delicate woman, she ducked in and sat next to Yan Zisong, "He fell in love with my voice first." The delicate face was filled with indescribable sweetness, "When he was studying for MBA at Wharton, we were
I happened to be doing a show on the station. I was an intern at the time, and I was helping to get some equipment. He broke my photography light, and I asked him to compensate. When he turned around and looked at me, the first time he looked at me, his eyes were wrong.