Chapter VIII Breaking Up

Ye Rong took a while to come out of the bathroom, still buzzing in his head.

The temperature in early spring was still a bit cooler, but he was sweating unnecessarily, and when he straightened his shoulders, he felt that the shirt on his back was soaking wet.

It was as if on the day he and Xu Jue first met, the summer heat seemed to be about to evaporate, the cicadas kept chirping like crazy, and everything seemed to be burning.

His memory was quietly pressed the playback button, the background was noisy, and the human voice was faint.

"If I can't get the money today, I'll break this little bastard's hands and feet!"

The sweat on Ye Rong's forehead rolled down, looking at Ye Sheng who was still in a coma with fever in the corner, and kept licking his chapped lips, "You can get it, I get the money, don't move. He, money... I'll find the money..."

Ye Rong's red eyes only remembered that he kept running under the scorching sun. His life was like a scarlet countdown, and he didn't know when he would suddenly explode.

There was nothing he could do, and he finally took the risk of breaking into the house. It was a remote villa with no security, and he almost effortlessly jumped into the large, gloomy house.

It's a pity that there is nothing of value in the empty villa. He swept away like a wild dog. When he was in despair, a voice-changing boy's voice suddenly sounded, "Cash is in the third drawer on the left."

Ye Rong hurriedly pulled open the drawer, but with too much force, he pulled the entire drawer off, and the red paper money petals spread all over the floor.

Ye Rong had never seen so much money before, and he couldn't measure how much it was. Converted to the value he could understand, it was nothing more than that so many cards could save him a few meals and beatings.

He stood on the lowest end of the world, and the coins piled up the stairs leading to the other side of the world, the ideal other side of the world, which was unattainable but close at hand.

Ye Rong looked at the boy who was calmly on the other side of the world. In the sultry summer, he was like a gust of wind. On the stairs he stood condescendingly, he was like a lily of the valley drooping in the wind and rain. It was delicate, fragile, but pale and pure. .

At that moment, Ye Rong seemed to have hallucinations. He heard the cicadas chirping, hiding on the green leaves.

...

- "Buzz".

Ye Rong regained his senses and pulled out of his past memories, and fumbled for his mobile phone.

"Xiaosheng?"

Ye Sheng's voice sounded very serious over there, "What were you doing at 10:15 and 10:35 and five minutes ago? Why is the heart rate fast and irregular?"

Ye Rong quickly exhaled and patted his chest to calm his heart, "I was just running, I haven't exercised for a long time haha..."

Ye Sheng knew he was lying and didn't expose him. The cold wind on the roof of the school didn't allay his fears. He hesitated many times, but in the end he could only say helplessly, "Ye Rong, don't make me worry all the time. You...you know, I only have you."

Ye Rong gritted his back molars, wanted to cry and laugh, tried his best to keep his voice steady, "I see, your brother, I have a goal now, make good money to buy you a big house! Don't talk, hang up, You go to class now!"

Ye Rong hung up the phone and held the phone tightly, leaning against the wall as if he had taken off his strength. stand up.

Those memories that made him unable to escape also became misty and turbid.

After he finished smoking, he immediately sent a message to the new boss, "How about potato brisket rice? My favorite." With a grinning emoji.

There was almost a second reply, and a smiling soybean expression came back.

Ye Rong thought that he had met Fu Wenyuan's taboo, and just as he was about to withdraw and change another one, he replied, "Okay."

There is also a small program - Rongrong Takeaway.

Ye Rong opened it and found that it was actually possible to order takeout. There were only two users, he and Fu Wenyuan, and two very cute cartoon characters showed the distance from each other.

"Dear Rongrong takeaway, your Wenyuan has placed an order for potato brisket rice, please accept the order as soon as possible~"

The haze of the morning was instantly turned away by these two jumping little people, and he couldn't help laughing at Fu Wenyuan's overly interesting sense of ritual.

After Ye Rong took the order, he started to prepare lunch for his big client.

Because it was troublesome to take a taxi to go back, and most importantly, it was a waste of money. Upholding the concept of diligence and thrift, Ye Rong shamelessly used the name Fu Wenyuan to borrow the kitchen at Jinxuan Pavilion.

When he arrived at Fu's Building at mealtime, he called Fu Wenyuan in advance, "Mr. Fu, your takeaway has arrived, is it at the front desk in the lobby?"

From Fu Wenyuan's side, there was the sound of flipping the paper and closing the pen cover, "Come straight up, the sixteenth floor, take the special elevator, and let's discuss your script adaptation."

Fu Wenyuan didn't mention it, Ye Rong almost forgot about it.

It should be because of the thoughtful greeting in advance, from the time he stepped into the building to the time he got on the elevator, he was unobstructed all the way.

But what he didn't know was that the moment the elevator closed, a burst of excited whispers began one after another.

"Mr. Fu calls the inside line every hour to ask if the takeaway has arrived. He even opened a special elevator! He doesn't usually use it himself!"

"I can't wait, is this takeaway delicious?"

"I don't know if the takeaway is good or not, but the takeaway guy is very upright, let's be cold and white, it's cold white!"

Ye Rong carried the lunch box to the sixteenth floor. There was only one office on the entire first floor. The door was left open and unlocked. He knocked on the door.

After waiting for a while, he didn't hear a response, and he knocked again patiently, but there was still no response.

Just as he was about to lower his hair to send a message, someone leaned up from behind and grabbed his hand holding the lunch box, and suddenly said without warning, "I was thinking, when will you find out that I'm behind you."

Ye Rong was startled by him and almost jumped up and hit the bridge of his straight nose.

Ye Rong thought to himself that you walked silently, who would have thought that you were behind you!

Fu Wenyuan hooked his finger and took his lunch against Ye Rong's hand, "Have you eaten?"

Ye Rong still faintly wanted to vomit when she mentioned eating at this moment. She scolded herself for being sick and waved her hands quickly, "I've eaten, I've eaten, you eat yours."

In the office, Fu Wenyuan elegantly chewed the beef brisket covered in sauce with a strong taste, and handed Ye Rong a document.

No one could have imagined that the dignified President Fu was sitting here all morning without signing a project contract, except for the takeaway mini-program that he wrote this script modification plan.

Ye Rong took the imperial edict and sat beside him to read the new script seriously.

He pondered, unconsciously tugging at the small fleshy thorn on his finger, and said slowly, "The psychiatrist who treats the lunatic came in, and the story is much brighter, from depression to cure, which is good."

Fu Wenyuan lowered his eyes and stared at Ye Rong's slightly protruding wrist bones, the white crescent crescent on his trimmed nails, he himself did not know why every part of Ye Rong's body was swaggering to attract him, so that he could be stingy. His eyes and desires were entangled in him.

Fu Wenyuan swallowed the food in his mouth and lowered his voice, "Look at it later."

Ye Rong heard the words and watched more attentively. The autumn sunlight in the afternoon poured in through the wide glass windows of the tall buildings and enveloped them. Time seemed to be quiet and peaceful.

warm

stand up.

Fu Wenyuan ate the potato and beef brisket rice without any leftovers, and Ye Rong saw the end and sighed repeatedly, "It turns out that the doctor is also a patient. He tried his best to help the madman and even took the blame for others, but the doctor couldn't heal himself. It's too pitiful."

"He did it willingly. The madman's obsession is the statue, but his obsession...is the madman." Fu Wenyuan stared at Ye Rong, "Just as the madman has been crawling at the feet of the statue for many years, the poor doctor also accompanies him. I watched the madman for a long, long time."

Ye Rong nodded thoughtfully. After reading Fu Wenyuan's plan, he felt a surge of inspiration. He was eager to write this story down, turned his head and said embarrassedly, "Mr. Fu, do you have a free computer here? I'll change it. The script should be coming soon."

Who knew that Fu Wenyuan looked at the computer on his desk like an ancient faint-hearted prince, "use that one."

Ye Rong pointed to where to fight, thinking that Fu Wenyuan could let him use it, there should be no commercial secrets in it.

Plug in the USB flash drive that he saved, and start typing on the keyboard with fingers like enclaves.

This knock lasted an afternoon. Seeing that it was almost done, he rubbed his sore shoulders and was about to call it a day. Fu Wenyuan also came over to get the documents next to him.

But what caught both of them off guard was that a document full of numbers suddenly popped up on the computer, and then the black screen flashed, and the garbled characters that were incomprehensible kept scrolling.

Ye Rong shouted in a panic, "Mr. Fu! Your computer may be infected with a virus!"

Fu Wenyuan reassured him that he was fine, and then called the inside line without haste, "Call Xie Shan over and notify the technical department to inspect the firewall thoroughly."

Xie Shan came here almost resolutely, fiddling with the dying computer. It didn't take long for the computer to return to normal, but Xie Shan looked serious, "Sir, before I came, the computers of the entire company suffered the same attack, All that was lost was the data of a few important projects. Do you have a backup?"

Fu Wenyuan shook his head and didn't seem to care, "It's not too late."

Xie Shan replied: "Sir, those reports are very important. If the project is reworked, it will be delayed, and there will be too many unpredictable risks and accidents."

Fu Wenyuan's expression remained unchanged. Although his tone was indifferent, Ye Rong was very keenly aware of his faint anger after being provoked, "It's Longsheng Technology."

Xie Shan was dumbfounded, "It was an accident in the hospital a while ago... haven't they suffered enough..."

Ye Rong, who had been out of the way, understood the reason, and also remembered the weird and unusual scene when he first met Fu Wenyuan.

No wonder he always thought that the middle-aged man was familiar, it turned out to be the president of Longsheng Technology who was always on the finance and economics magazine.

The atmosphere gradually became subtle, Ye Rong looked back and forth between Fu Wenyuan and Xie Shan for a few laps, and he, who had been pretending to be a wooden man with zero presence, said weakly, "That... those documents just jumped out before they were hacked, I see I remember a few data at a glance, I hope it can help you."

Fu Wenyuanping recovered quickly, and turned all his interest to Ye Rong, as if he was very excited about Ye Rong's meddling in him, "You said, I'll let Xie Shan write it down and check it."

Xie Shan thought that what Ye Rong said to remember a few data was just a literal memorization of a few data, but when he filled out the entire project form in a jaw-dropping manner, he realized that things seemed to be different from what he thought.

Ye Rong said the data accurately to the decimal point without pause, and Fu Wenyuan looked at him with more and more interest.

Xie Shan immediately sent the data to the project department for verification. While waiting, Xie Shan couldn't help asking him curiously, "How did Mr. Ye remember so many numbers?"

Ye Rong was stunned for a moment, accompanied by countless memories in his mind, crying and screaming hoarsely, collapsing and rebuilding without stopping, and finally everything returned to hopeless peace.

He pointed to his head and smiled jokingly: "I have a disease in my brain."

Xie Shan also replied humorously: "Geniuses often say they are lunatics."

[The author has something to say: Fu·Middle-aged·Wen Yuan: Doesn't the smiling expression express gentle approval?

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