When Xia Liang opened her eyes, she found herself in the bedroom of the Xia family's old house, the door was closed, and the floor-to-ceiling curtains were tightly covered.

In the dim light, he saw himself sitting on the bed without a strand, half-covered by a thin blanket, messy clothes scattered all over the floor, and the tip of his nose still had the yin smugness after a night of sex.

A tall man knelt down in front of the bed with his head down, his face was not real, but it gave Xia Liang a very familiar feeling.

He was about to command the man to look up, when he suddenly felt the scene in front of him flicker, and everything was instantly sucked into the endless darkness.

The familiar ringtone of the phone rang in his ears, Xia Liang struggled to sit up, feeling top-heavy and weak all over.

The ringing continued, and he instinctively rummaged for a while before finding his mobile phone on the sofa. It turned out to be the alarm on the mobile phone, and the time showed 1:30 in the afternoon.

He suddenly remembered that he just took a nap in the office as usual, and it only took half an hour from falling asleep to waking up.

And the dark and messy scene just now seemed to be just an illusion between his half-dreams and half-awakes.

He didn't pay too much attention to this matter, rubbed his sore temples, stood up, made himself a cup of freshly ground coffee, and went back to his desk to continue his busy affairs.

After four o'clock in the afternoon, when Zhou Shuo pushed open the door of the president's office, he saw Xia Liang standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the phone, and the voice came intermittently: "...box 207...see you in the evening." After that, he hung up the phone. .

Zhou Shuo has been an assistant with Xia Liang for three years. Xia Liang is not a person who casually exposes his emotions, but Zhou Shuo can still roughly speculate from his subtle tone changes based on his understanding of him over the past few years. The relationship between the other party and Xia Liang.

If Xia Liang's social circle is divided according to the degree of intimacy, it can be roughly divided into nine grades according to the degree of intimacy: strangers, competitors, potential customers, customers, major customers, business partners, relatives and friends, close friends, family members.

As for the person on the other end of the phone, Zhou Shuo speculated that they should be more than friends and less than family members.

Xia Liang put down the phone, turned to see Zhou Shuo coming in, sat down on the chair beside the desk, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Zhou Shuo was very tall, and even if Xia Liang stood up straight, he had to raise his head slightly to look at him, which made him feel a little uncomfortable, so he simply sat down and leaned back in the chair to look at each other.

However, Zhou Shuo was a little distracted. Since he walked into this office, he smelled a faint sweet smell. It was very light at first, so light that he thought it was his own illusion, but when Xia Liang took a step closer, The smell is strong, with a hint of evil spirit.

His heart beat unconsciously, as if there was an invisible hand casually teasing the ** that he had been shackled for many years.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and then he took a step back in self-restraint.

"What?" Xia Liang noticed that Zhou Shuo was wrong, and frowned at him.

"It's nothing." Zhou Shuo immediately retracted his mind, forcibly stabilized his mind, and opened the WeChat channel of his mobile phone: "Just now, the secretary of Yinghe Group sent the photo of the daughter of the Sun family, would you like to take a look?"

"That's it, the one Grandma mentioned on the phone last time?"

"Yes."

Xia Liang glanced at it, noncommittal. After a while, he said, "It's still the same as before. You go to the appointment first and mention my thoughts euphemistically. If she doesn't accept it, then forget it. If she is willing to accept it, I'll make another appointment with her."

Zhou Shuo had long guessed that he would react like this, and nodded, "Okay."

Just as he turned to leave, Xia Liang stopped him again: "try to come back before get off work in the afternoon, and drive me to a place in the evening."

Xia Liang didn't let Zhou Shuo follow him everywhere. Sometimes even if Zhou Shuo followed, he was used to driving by himself. If he asked Zhou Shuo to drive, it would be an entertainment and he would have to drink.

Zhou Shuo looked at the time, nodded in agreement, and backed out.

The author has something to say -

I originally planned to open a new book to write the story of Zhou Shuo and Xia Liang, but because the plot lines of the two pairs of CPs are too deep, it is not very friendly to new readers if they open it alone. After thinking about it, I decided to continue writing. I am very sorry for the friends who were misled by me to the new book before.

PS: I was very busy with work in the second half of the year. I originally wanted to save some manuscripts and post them. Now I think about it, I should update them immediately. It may not be as diligent as the first volume before, but I will try to update when I have time.