Face Slapping The Slag Gong System

Although the Yushi Group is a famous big company in C City, over the years, because of the poor management of Zhenzheng Guo, the Group’s internal losses have been severe and there has been no glory in the past. Later, Qi Zhenguo was diagnosed with a heart disease in bed, and Yu Heng was taken over by the company. It was not a matter of time to solve the problems within the Yu Group. The most crucial one was that the funds could not be linked.

The amount of the loss of the Yu Group is too large, close to astronomical figures. No company and the bank are willing to take risks. In order to change the decline of the Yu Group, Yu Heng has sold and sold several properties in the past two years. His heart is clear, this can only solve the urgent need, if you continue this way, not a year, the Yu Group will officially declare bankruptcy.

At that time, Yu Heng often suffered from insomnia. Qin Mu couldn’t do anything in his eyes, but he was silently accompanying him. He even made the worst plan, using a joking tone: "We used to come over so hard days, and when we are too big, we will come back again. I believe that you will be able to make a comeback."

Yan Heng listened, his face flashed a complex look, and stroked Qin Mu’s cheek. “No, you can’t fall down.” The Yu’s group is the lifeblood of his father’s life. Now his father is seriously ill, he can’t let 祁It was destroyed in his hands.

No matter how he thinks about it, without a huge amount of financial support, there is no possibility of a reversal.

......

After Qin Mu got up, he felt a little thirsty. He wanted to pour a glass of water. He walked out without a few steps. A hoarse and low voice came from his right side: "Qin Mu." A man named by the name Looking at the sound, but it is shrinking in the sofa, pale, dark eyes, the crystal ashtray placed on the transparent coffee table has accumulated countless cigarettes.

I saw the right hand on the sofa, the fingertips sandwiched with the burning smoke, the white smoke simmered, and the air was filled with a thick layer of tobacco.

Qin Mu frowned, walked over and took the smoke from the balance, and annihilated it directly in the ashtray. "Why don't you wake me up when I came back?" Yu Heng called him last night. Going to the field for a few days, not coming back at night.

"I see you sleep well and don't want to wake you up."

Maybe I haven't had a good rest recently, I have to lick my lips and have no blood on my face.

"Hungry? I will make breakfast first..."

When the words were not finished, Qin Mu felt that his arm was tight. The next moment, he was dragged to the sofa by the balance, and he was hugged by the other side. Yu Heng both hands around Qin Mu's neck, thin and pointed chin on the shoulders of Qin Mu, gentle voice near the ear, low low whisper: "Qin Mu, I am sorry."

Hot air is poured into the ear hole to bring a little itching.

Qin Wei felt distressed for the rush of the balance, Qin Mu reached out and touched his horns, and softly rubbed, "What's wrong? Why are you saying sorry to me?" How is the fruit of today so strange, when I come back so much smoke Said, but also tell him something plausible.

"Nothing, just miss you."

Yu Heng buried his face in Qin Mu's neck, greedily breathing the unique atmosphere of the man, slender long eyelashes hanging down, covering his eyes filled with contradictions and complex eyes. Upon hearing this, Qin Mu couldn't help but laugh, pinched the earlobe of the balance, and smiled: "It's just that I didn't meet each other in the evening. It's such a big person. How to talk like a child."

The young man did not speak, holding Qin Mu's arm slightly tightened.

Later, Qin Mu was a little breathless by his arms, and subconsciously grabbed his wrist. "Fruits, let go, I can't breathe."

Yu Heng was just as relaxed as the dream, and passed through Qin Mu’s shoulders. His eyes followed Qin Mu’s eyes. The man’s sea-like scorpion reflected his numb face, and he didn’t want to see it. To Qin Mu’s own eyes, Yu Heng suddenly closed his eyes, and his arms groped to touch Qin Mu’s cheek.

I heard a man’s slightly worried voice in his ear: “fruit, what happened to you?”

"It's nothing."

He opened his eyes again, and the man who printed his eyes had the most beautiful face and the softest heart in the world. He believed that anyone who saw him would fall in love with him, just like himself. At this time, this unique treasure in the world is lying in his arms. If he is not strong enough, he can't protect him.

“Are you still worried about the company?”

The fingertips reached the forehead of the young man. Qin Mu skillfully helped him massage the temple. He couldn't help the fruit. He could only relieve the pressure of the fruit in this way.

"No." Yan Heng lowered his eyes and whispered back.

......

Three days later, Qin Mu received a strange phone call.

At that time, he was preparing dinner, and the fruit was thinner. He wanted to make up the fruit and he heard the phone ringing. He turned off the fire, pulled out the phone, and saw the name displayed on the phone. Smile, "fruit, when are you coming back tonight?"

The phone didn't know what was said, and the smile on Qin Mu's face gradually disappeared.

There is no starlight in the darkness.