The weather is very good today. After three or four days of wind and rain, the haze finally dissipated cleanly. The sky is as blue as a wash, like an overexposed landscape.

The air conditioner in the office is very low and the humidity is also very low. The air conditioner next to the upper right corner of the window spits out large white mist like an ice dryer. A pot of four-season red on the window sill cannot withstand the destruction of such low temperatures. He lowers his arms listlessly, without a single bit of the vitality that flowers should show in summer.

Qiao Shishi knocked on the door and pushed open the door after getting permission. She was suddenly stimulated by the cold air that was incompatible with the season at this time. She stood at the door and shook off the goose bumps on her body before walking in.

"Boss, are you really not cold?"

Qiao Shishi stood at the desk and watched him ask questions sincerely.

Chu Xingyun was slumped in a leather chair with her legs crossed up and down on the corner of the table. She wore black short-sleeved, one hundred yuan wholesale and one dozen, and some years old blue and black jeans, and her whole body was covered with the label of "Yiwu Commodity Wholesale City". However, his outfit was very young. If he changed the rigid government office at this time to a university classroom, he would not have any difference in it.

In summer, the air conditioner in his office must be the most open in the entire building, and the temperature difference between it and the outdoors can be said to be a matter of ice and fire. An elderly aunt who cleaned up the cleaning office once cleaned his office and almost had a heart attack.

He threw the documents that blocked his face on the table, opened his arms towards Qiao Shishi, and showed a romantic smile: "Leng, come and warm me up."

Qiao Shishi pulled her hair, walked around the table and walked towards his thighs. Chu Xingyun was so scared that he quickly took his legs off the table and sat down, raised his arms and made a gesture of resistance: "Youyouyou, you can't do it."

Qiao Shishi leaned against the edge of the table and smiled with her arms in her arms, "What can I do? Give me some chance, leader."

Chu Xingyun looked at her and smiled dryly, "Our thighs are not precious." He said and pointed to the upstairs: "The one above is the real thigh."

Qiao Shishi thought about Director Yang's square and serious face, and his transparent black eyes turned around and didn't know what he thought of again, and his eyes lit up: "Then I have the hope of becoming Sanyang's godmother."

As soon as he finished speaking, the office door was pushed open again. Yang Kaitai stood at the door, listened to the ending sound without any bias, and said with a puzzled look on his face: "Who is my godmother?"

Qiao Shishi smiled tensely and looked at Yang Kaitai with malicious intentions and squeezed: "Be good, call me mom."

Chu Xingyun naturally would not miss the opportunity to take advantage of the situation. He stood up and hugged Qiao Shishi's shoulders, and said seriously: "Call Dad."

Yang Kaitai: "...you two are enough."

Chu Xingyun and Qiao Shishi looked at each other, smiled happily, and even slapped loudly.

At this time, a noise came in the corridor along the open door. Chu Xingyun asked, "Why are you so noisy?"

Qiao Shishi said with a look of "Look at how I forgot the serious matter with this memory" and said, "Who, Team Fu's wife and children are here."

Yang Kaitai continued the second half lightly: "I also brought a lot of snacks."

Fu Yi's wife is a pastry chef, with French blue belt level. She often brings snacks to the team to visit the set and condolences dozens of mouths. Those who have been fortunate to taste her skills are looking forward to her arrival, including Chu Xingyun.

Chu Xingyun left two late reports, walked out of the office, followed the sound and turned into a conference room. As soon as he pushed the door, he saw Fu Yi holding his daughter and sitting behind the long table with his wife in love and harmony. There were a pile of empty cardboard boxes on the table.

Chu Xingyun glanced at the empty box first and said, "Yeah, sister-in-law is here."

Fu Yi's wife is very elegant, with white skin and slender neck, wearing a long skirt and long black hair, like an actor dancing ballet, and she smiled intimately at him: "You are late for Captain Chu."

Fu Yi said: "I have asked Shishi to call you a long time ago."

Chu Xingyun picked up an empty box, poured out a few pieces of residue, sighed, leaned against the table and rubbed his palms and stretched his arms towards Fu Yi: "It doesn't matter, let me hug my wife."

Fu Yi handed his daughter to him and smiled helplessly: "She is only three years old, so you are so embarrassed."

His daughter is very beautiful, like a mother, with big eyes and white skin, and very aura. You can tell that she is a beauty. The beauty spoke late, has a very lack of vocabulary, and is very shy. When she saw Chu Xingyun, she still didn't like to let him hug her many times. She was held in Chu Xingyun's arms obediently and did not struggle or resist. She just had her little mouth sagging and looked pitiful.

Chu Xingyun coaxes children like coaxes women. He holds the little beauty with a grievance in his arms and can only raise it high, and then sends out some childish monosyllable words, which is familiar before he can coax his cat to come.

The little beauty suddenly screamed at the door: "Brother."

Chu Xingyun looked back and saw that Yang Kaitai had come in. The little man in his arms stretched out his arm like a bird that was throwing into the forest. So he handed the child to Yang Kaitai with a frustration look on his face. He couldn't figure it out, "Why?"

Yang Kaitai held the child and said, "You are so cold."

Yes, he stayed in the office all day today, and the air conditioning was too strong. Until now, he was wearing a damp cold air on his skin. Like a cold-blooded animal, the child would like to stay in his arms.

He put his hand on Yang Kaitai's shoulder: "Why are you so fond of girls? Tell me about it with my godfather."

Yang Kaitai was not very happy today. As Chu Xingyun used to joke with him. Although he couldn't resist, he would smile foolishly and beg for mercy. But today he was a little absent-minded and only focused on adjusting his holding of the child. He didn't hear clearly what Xingyun was saying. He then changed the child from his left arm to his right arm and replied in a confused manner: "I don't like girls."

Chu Xingyun: "...what?"

Fu Yiyin's eyes flashed slightly behind the lens, then raised his head to look at him, then lowered his eyes, took off his glasses, closed his eyes and pinched his eyebrows.

Yang Kaitai was speechless for a moment and thought about what he had just said. His face suddenly turned blood red, and his eyes suddenly became flushed. His eyes turned around and seemed to be looking for a focus point, but he couldn't find it. So he held the child and turned around and left: "You hate the captain so much!"

Chu Xingyun looked innocent: "What's wrong with this child today?"

Fu Yi picked up the pen on the table and clamped it between his fingers and turned it back and forth, staring at the constantly rotating pen cap, and quietly changed the topic: "You, has your balcony been repaired?"

The topic was too stiff. Chu Xingyun looked at him strangely, then sat down at the table, rumbling around in a pile of empty boxes without giving up: "Not yet, I don't have time, I'll leave it to Yang Shu to help me-"

After saying Yang Shu's name, he remembered that Fu Yi didn't know Yang Shu, so he explained: "I am a college classmate."

Fu Yi didn't pay attention to what he said, and was absent-minded. With a bang, the pen in his hand fell on the table, the pen cap was thrown away, and a pool of blue and black ink fell on the tip of the pen.

The sound was quite loud. Chu Xingyun, who was concentrating on finding snacks, was startled and looked at Fu Yi with a little confusion: "What's wrong with you?"

Fu Yi looked at the ink sprinkled on the table, and the tip of the pen that had been broken in the ink, frowned slightly, tightened the corners of his lips and said nothing. He took the tissue handed over by his wife and wiped his hands calmly and said, "It's okay, I've seen Yang Shu."

He pulled the topic back again.

"Have you seen it? Where?"

"Isn't she the last time she came with Jiang Zhaonan?"

Chu Xingyun found a few scraps in a biscuit box: "How did you know that it was her?"

Fu Yi threw the tissue into the trash can, avoided the center of the topic, hit the edge ball, and said, "I guess."

Speaking of Yang Shu, Chu Xingyun remembered the unethical things He Cheng did, lied to him that he was drunk and called everyone out, and even broke off contact with Yang Shu. As a result, he found out that Yang Shu was not doing anything at all! At that time, he was so angry that he wanted to scold He Cheng and just bye the boy's nonsense and nonsense. However, he called the phone but was timid and hung up in time before it was connected.

He was afraid that He Cheng would hold grudges, so he would take the opportunity to punish him in the future. If he was tripped by He Cheng at work or in life, he would not get up, so he put a hat of forgiveness on himself.

Forget it, there is no way, it’s not that I don’t know what he is, I can only tolerate him, who made us his brother?

Fu Yi looked at him thinking about picking up residue in the paper box and asked, "Why don't you let He Cheng repair the balcony for you?"

When talking about this little bastard, Chu Xingyun felt instantly pickled. He took a tissue to wipe his hands, slid his lips in vain and said, "A man is a big boss, so how can he care about my troubles?"

A few days ago, strong winds and heavy rains suddenly fell in Yinjiang City, which destroyed the balcony of his civil servant housing for the tofu project, and even the floors near the balcony were soaked in rain. Not only that, Daman and Xiaoman's nests were also destroyed. In order not to make a cat turn into a homeless stray cat, he sent the two cats to He Cheng. He originally wanted to ask He Cheng to help him repair the balcony and floor. But that day, He Cheng looked at him with dislike and refused him.

As soon as the sky was bright, he drove the car downstairs of Hecheng Community. The rain had not stopped from the night before until the early morning of the next day, but the wind was slightly weak. He covered the only black umbrella in his house on Maolan to shelter the two ancestors from the wind and rain. He walked barely through the rain curtain and walked into the elevator of Building A. It was only a few steps away, and his body was almost wet.

When he arrived at the 7th floor, he stroked the rain on his face and walked to the door of Room 717, took out the door card from his pocket and prepared to open the door. It was Saturday that day, and He Cheng usually slept in on weekends. Unexpectedly, as soon as he took out the door card, he saw that the door in front of him was pulled open from the inside, and the person who opened the door was not He Cheng.

Chu Xingyun suddenly met the young man who opened the door. Both of them were stunned for a moment, and then the person in the room laughed first: "Ah, it's you."

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

——Exclusively published in Jinjiang ——Exclusively published in Jinjiang ——Exclusively published in Jinjiang ——

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※
Chapter completed!