"Knock knock."

There was a knock on the office door, and Lin Yushu was finally willing to look away from the mail, only to see that the person standing by the door was Zhan Ting, the tax manager.

"Going to dinner after get off work later?" Zhan Ting asked, "Everyone is waiting for your treat, Manager Lin. Oh, no——"

She deliberately raised her hand, covered her lips with her fingertips, made an expression of "saying the wrong thing", and corrected: "It's Mr. Lin."

Hearing Zhan Ting's ridicule, Lin Yushu couldn't help laughing.

——President Lin, at the same rank as Song Qiming.

With the real feeling of being promoted so soon, he said in a good mood: "Call them all, and I will treat you to dinner with Japanese food."

There was still a message in the dialog that hadn't been sent just now, but at this moment, it didn't matter what Shao Guangjie was or whether he was asleep or not.

"Song Qiming: Congratulations"

"Song Qiming: Wo Wo is happy.jpg"

What is there to be happy about this man, he was still making trouble just now.Lin Yushu deleted the text in the dialog box and re-entered it.

"Lin Yushu: I want to have dinner with my colleagues tonight"

The news on the other side came back immediately.

"Song Qiming: What about me?"

Lin Yushu thought for a while, the two of them can celebrate anytime, and they are not in a hurry for today.

"Lin Yushu: Another day"

"The other party is typing" was displayed on the top of the dialog box for a while, but after a while, there were only two words that were light and fluffy.

"Song Qiming: Alright"

However, another message followed.

"Song Qiming: Call me when the evening is over, I'll pick you up"

I will definitely drink at night, just call a valet driver.

Lin Yushu didn't want to cause such trouble at first, but then he thought, Song Qiming is chasing him, he must have a chance to show off, doesn't he?

After all, the two of them were very busy during this time. Song Qiming said he wanted to chase him, but he didn't have any real feelings, and he didn't even receive a confession.

If he refuses such a trivial matter as connecting him home, how long will Song Qiming chase after him?

——When this idea came up, Lin Yushu didn't realize at all that this was not something he should consider for Song Qiming.

"Lin Yushu: OK"

There are 17 employees in the family office. Whether they are going on a date after get off work or going to the gym, they all cancel the arrangement and come to celebrate Lin Yushu's promotion.

In the large box of the high-end Japanese grocery store, a ten-meter-long table is enough to accommodate everyone in the family business.

The long table is filled with all kinds of fish sashimi and exquisite dishes. The fresh Kobe beef has a clear texture, evenly fat and thin, and the Ise lobster with thick forearms has a fresh taste and elastic teeth.

Although the per capita consumption of this store is as high as 2,000 yuan, Lin Yushu doesn't feel distressed at all, because after being promoted, his investment dividends will be doubled, and his annual income will exceed the 10 million mark.

"Manager Lin, you are really good, you can even handle Mr. Fang."

"That's right, Chairman Shao himself gave up those pieces of land, but he didn't expect Manager Lin to get them back."

"So if someone can be promoted, if you hear the boss say 'forget it', will you take the initiative to fight for it?"

"Even if I want to fight for it, I may not be able to win it. Only Manager Lin has the skills."

"Look at you guys, what is your name, Manager Lin, now it's Mr. Lin!"

"That's right, Boss Lin, it's all up to Boss Lin to take us flying in the future!"

Everyone raised their glasses and drank again.

Lin Yushu's drinking capacity was pretty good, but after accepting the toasts from his colleagues one by one, he became a bit top-heavy.

Perhaps it is a rare opportunity to have such a family-run dinner. The colleagues are all in high spirits, chatting about the cooperation with Party B, gossip about the Shao family, and chatting very happily.

Lin Yushu sat back and withdrew from the chats of his colleagues. While he was slowing down his drinking, he began to imagine involuntarily what the bosses of the Shao family thought of him before the personnel notice was issued.

There is nothing to say about his excellent work ability, otherwise he would not be where he is today.

As for the others, no matter what, there should be a "young and promising" or "indispensable", right?

Lin Yushu was indeed a little drunk, he himself was very concerned about others' evaluation of him, and many thoughts flashed through his mind after drinking.

Speaking of which, Song Qiming still had a lot to do with his early promotion at the end of this year.

Leaving aside the matter of the acquisition, he did play a mediating role, but it was mainly due to Song Qiming that he was able to get those lands back.

Song Qiming was only interested in one piece of land, and in order to hide his real purpose, he tried to get all the land back. Of course, the role played by Lin Yushu's identity in the process cannot be ignored.

The cooperation between the two is like the gears in the gearbox meshing steadily, allowing the engine to output power at the most suitable speed to drive the car forward.

It would be great if Song Qiming could take Shao Guangjie's seat, then Lin Yushu would definitely be more motivated to work...

"Mr. Lin, are you leaving? Do you want to call you a driver?"

"Huh?" Lin Yushu opened his eyes in a daze, only to realize that the dinner party was coming to an end.

There has never been a rule of renewing the table for family dinners, and other colleagues have started to call cars or surrogate drivers, preparing to go back to their respective homes.

Lin Yushu put his coat on his elbows and planned to go to the front desk to pay the bill, but when he came out of the tatami room and put on his shoes, he almost stumbled.

"Be careful, Mr. Lin." A colleague supported Lin Yushu, "Do you want us to take you home?"

"No need." Lin Yushu waved his hand, "I called a substitute driver."

—someone who can drive his performance car.

"Okay then, take your time and see you at the company tomorrow."

After greeting each other, a dozen or so people dispersed one after another.

Lin Yushu returned to the passenger seat of his Civic, while waiting for Song Qiming to pick him up, while waiting for the alcohol to subside.However, after waiting for a long time, the Jiu Jin not only did not slow down, but became more and more dizzy.

Sure enough, is he too happy because of the promotion?Lin Yushu thought to himself, it has been a long time since he drank too much like today.

After an unknown amount of time, the driver's door was suddenly opened, and a gust of cool wind blew in.

Song Qiming got into the car, put the back of his hand against Lin Yushu's flushed cheek, frowned slightly and asked, "How much did you drink?"

Lin Yushu opened his eyes and looked at Song Qiming, then said with a slow response, "It's you."

"Is it me or who?" Song Qiming leaned forward, fastened Lin Yushu's seat belt, then put the car into gear and drove the Civic out of the parking lot.

Lin Yushu couldn't remember when he got home, and he didn't even remember how he got home from the parking lot of the community.

When he woke up a little bit, he saw himself standing in front of the bathroom cabinet, and Song Qiming in the mirror was squeezing toothpaste for him.

"Open your mouth." Song Qiming lifted the electric toothbrush to Lin Yushu's mouth.

"Oh." Lin Yushu obediently opened his mouth and bit the head of the toothbrush. He obviously had his own hands, but he didn't bother to lift them up.

The vibration of the electric toothbrush was very strong, and Song Qiming's grip on the toothbrush was just right, which did not make Lin Yushu's gums feel uncomfortable.

After brushing his teeth, he twisted a wet towel for Lin Yushu and wiped his face carefully.

"Song Qiming." Lin Yushu didn't exert any force on his legs, but when Song Qiming exerted force, he fell backwards, but Song Qiming simply wrapped his arms around his waist and pressed his chest against his back.

"Why?" Song Qiming asked while tilting his head to wipe Lin Yushu's face.

"You will take care of me like this..." Lin Yushu silenced the towel just as it came to his mouth, and asked again, "...Is it your rumored boyfriend?"

Song Qiming held Lin Yushu in a circle, stretched his hands under the faucet to wash the towel, and asked dumbfoundedly, "Where do I have a rumored boyfriend?"

"Don't you even watch the news?" Lin Yushu whispered dissatisfiedly, "You went to Monaco to watch F1, what does that have to do with Albert Hoffman?"

The person Lin Yushu mentioned was a certain movie star in Germany, and he also pronounced it in German.

Song Qiming asked amusedly, "Do you still speak German?"

"No." Lin Yushu knew the name, "Is there any other prince, I have ordered many cars from you."

"That's just a client." Song Qiming led Lin Yushu to the bedroom, "I don't have a boyfriend, so don't guess."

"Oh." Lin Yushu's brain was still a little sluggish, and his hands and feet didn't work very well.

Even though he was leaning on Song Qiming to walk forward, it was difficult for him to walk in a straight line, and he almost fell onto the coffee table. Song Qiming quickly tightened his grip on his waist, at least to help him stabilize his center of gravity.

Lin Yushu suddenly remembered that it was Song Qiming who carried him up from the parking lot just now.

But seeing that he woke up now, Song Qiming stopped hugging him.

"You wear pajamas yourself?" Song Qiming went to the cloakroom and took out Lin Yushu's pajamas, and handed it to him.

Lin Yushu did not reach out to pick it up, but raised his chin to look up at Song Qiming, and asked slightly dissatisfied: "Do you know that I am the CEO of the family office now?"

"Why," Song Qiming teased cooperatively, "The CEO wants someone else to change your clothes?"

"No." Lin Yushu frowned, becoming even more dissatisfied, "Why didn't you give me a promotion gift?"

Song Qiming laughed: "You want to blackmail me again?"

"You're being unreasonable." Lin Yushu was upset, and settled the score with his fingers, "I blackmailed your watch... No, I took your watch because I helped you get rid of Shao Guangjie, and you already owe me a reward."

He opened the second finger: "You go on a business trip to Germany, I will help you take care of Wo Wo, just thank you and it's over."

"Originally, it's nothing," he opened the third finger, "but I opened your SP-01, obviously you asked me to open it, and you asked me to accept a thank you gift, how can there be such a reason?"

"So," he concluded, "you owe me a present now."

"Who will plan?" Song Qiming stretched out his hand and pinched Lin Yushu's cheek, "You still have the nerve to talk about me."

"I don't care." Lin Yushu slapped Song Qiming's hand away, "I want a promotion gift."

"Tell me," Song Qiming smiled at Lin Yushu, "what do you want?"

Lin Yushu lowered his head and thought for a while, then looked up at Song Qiming and said, "Come here."

"Huh?" Song Qiming was puzzled.

"Bury your head down," Lin Yushu said.

Song Qiming bent forward slightly, but Lin Yushu still felt that it was not enough, so he urged, "Come down a little more."

"Do you want to whisper?" Song Qiming bent down a little more, and at this moment, Lin Yushu suddenly grabbed his collar and pulled it down, and raised his chin to bring his lips closer.

The four lips snapped together, Lin Yushu loosened Song Qiming's collar and wrapped it around his neck instead, and after a moment of surprise, Song Qiming also leaned forward, pressing Lin Yushu on the bed.

The lingering kiss was mixed with the minty fragrance of toothpaste, and the alcohol that had finally slowed down reappeared, making Lin Yushu's brain even more dizzy.

Obviously he was the one who took the initiative to ask for a kiss, but Song Qiming turned his back on the guest. Their bodies were tightly pressed against each other, and the long-suppressed desire seemed to be on fire.

"...Lin Yushu."

In the end, it was Song Qiming who stopped at the boundary of reason.

He propped up his upper body a little, breathing heavily and gently, his voice has never been so hoarse: "Don't seduce me."

"Oh..." The ends of Lin Yushu's eyes were also stained with bright red. He looked like a seductive vixen, but his eyes were extremely clear, as if he had no idea what the two of them were doing.

"Go to bed early." Song Qiming gritted his teeth, wanting to leave quickly while his sanity is still online.

He didn't want to do this kind of thing when Lin Yushu was drunk. After all, Lin Yushu was so conservative that even dating had to be done step by step. It was obviously not his intention to go straight to the end.

And now that Song Qiming did this before he could catch up with him, Lin Yushu would definitely feel that he was not a gentleman when he woke up the next day.

But having said that, he once jokingly admitted that he was a "German satyr". Maybe Lin Yushu didn't ask him how gentlemanly he was?

Or not.

Lin Yushu carried a handkerchief with him when he went out, obviously he had received a gentleman's education, so he couldn't do that.

No one wants to leave a bad impression on the other party when chasing someone, and Song Qiming is no exception.

He gradually calmed down, and he forcibly suppressed the crazily rising fire.

But then, something happened that surprised Song Qiming.

Just when he was about to get up and leave, Lin Yushu suddenly raised his legs and hooked his waist, turning over and pressing him on the bed.

"Song Qiming." Lin Yushu lay obediently on Song Qiming's chest, resting her chin on his chest, looking straight at him with her dark eyes.

Song Qiming's breathing became short again, he frowned, and his Adam's apple involuntarily slid twice: "...don't make trouble."

"Song Qiming." Lin Yushu yelled again. Since the weight of his head was supported by his chin, the flesh on his chin inevitably formed an arc of a reverse smile.He looked aggrieved, "I want more."

His eyes seemed to be complaining: Why are you doing this, the gifts are not sincere.

On the verge of collapse, Song Qiming moved his dry lips, narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "Are you sure?"

Lin Yushu didn't speak, but looked at Song Qiming and nodded.

"...Okay." Song Qiming turned over again and blocked Lin Yushu's lips, "Fuck you gentleman."