Perfect Match

Zheng Feiyi frowned and took a step closer to him: "Of course you need an image-if your mental problem explodes, it will affect Jiusheng's stock price."

"How is that?" Zheng Fei smiled. "I have nothing to do with Jiu Sheng."

"Don't **** fool me!"

Zheng Feiyi was furious and raised his collar: "Even if you leave the company for ten years, you can't get involved with Jiusheng!"

Zheng Feiyong pouted and smiled: "That's why you kindly ran to help me afterwards, didn't you?"

What a simple layer of logic.

The transfer of power and responsibility has been completed, and the person in Zhongxing Gongyue has been replaced by Zheng Feiyi, but in the perception of the public, it is Zheng Feiyu who represents Jiusheng for more than ten years. He can anesthetize that he can accept the current downturn and see the mess of green beards, but Zheng Feiyi cannot.

The whole Jiusheng couldn't.

It is also difficult for the newly-appointed Zheng Dazheng to take care of himself in the daytime, and at night to clean up the predecessor for the image of the group.

Zheng Feiyu patted his brother's shoulder and said slowly: "It can't represent Jiusheng, that's your problem, not mine. Want me to have nothing to do with Jiusheng? It's simple. Go to the magazine interview and attend all the public appearances At the event, they told them with great fanfare that Jiu Sheng was yours. Who would care about my image then? "

Having said that, he grinned very coldly: "Brother, I'm helping you. The more downcast I am, the brighter you will be, and the more I can hold Jiu Sheng firmly in my hand, isn't that bad?"

"What a fart!" Zheng Feiyi was furious. "Do you still think I am your brother, and talking to the enemy, isn't it? Zheng Feiyi, you have been used to it since childhood, you have never been soft, and you do n’t know what the bones are Taste. I tell you, I am also Alpha. I have been stepping on your feet for thirty years. If you hurt yourself a little like your pride, you will die or toss alive. I am crazy! "

"That's because you're weak, don't dare to grab me head on!"

"What do you think you rely on to win, strength? No, it's your natural pheromone!" Zheng Feiyi glared, thinking of the word "born" extremely, "In the past, you climbed all the way by pheromone, Now being dragged down by pheromones again-apart from going crazy on the street, haven't you reflected on why? "

The argument echoed in the garage of hundreds of square meters, and the two brothers stared at each other fiercely, as if they were about to stun their eyes.

They are all born with a bad temper, and no one is willing to step back. In the end, Zheng Feiyi gritted his teeth and eased his anger, calming the blood of the punch.

He picked up the scattered photos, put them back in the envelopes one by one, and stuffed them into Zheng Feiyu.

"I crashed four cars a month, and then went on dreaming like this, you will die on the road sooner or later! I went home yesterday, and my father asked you, fearing that you would be depressed after leaving Jiusheng. I concealed it for you and said You are all right. Zheng Feiyu, I can suppress these tickets and photos today. If there are more tickets photos tomorrow, I can still press them down. But if you die in a car accident someday, I do n’t have the patience to help you withdraw your obituary! "

He said sharply: "You can continue to hang around and find people all over the street until you find your soul mate. But you remember to me that your life is not your own. Dad is too old to bear. Scared, if you make him worry for you all day long, the old man can make you never return to long life! "

As he lifted Zheng Feiyu's shoulders away, Meteor strode out of the garage.

Zheng Fei clutched the envelope and stood by the car for a long time.

At 2:30 in the middle of the night, rows of monotonous incandescent lamps were lit on the ceiling, the current was unstable, and occasionally flashed a few times, making people's faces pale.

He lowered his head, exhaling a sigh of exhaustion in exhaustion.

When he returned to the bedroom, Yuan Jiang broke a snow that lasted for several days.

Han Yun showed a month, and the snow waiting under the window gave birth to Qinghui, which shone into the room and painted a half-wall bright hall. Zheng Feiyao and his clothes lay in the snow, tossing and turning to sleep, could not dream.

He did not dare to move into the darkness of a large group far away, fearing that he would fall asleep, and he would become a stranger who surrendered to desire when he did not know.

In the mist, the light on his eyelids faded, he sank into a peaceful dream, someone faintly kissed him, his soft lips touched his cheeks, gently, and again, with thick love It seemed to know that he was under unprecedented pressure and wanted to bring him peace.

The man had a good smell, like lily of the valley, and something more than lily of the valley.

More ... what?

Zheng Feiyu didn't know the answer, and tightened his brows in thought.

The thinking in sleep was too sticky and slow, like a worn old car stuck to an old iron shaft with rust, hesitated to move forward. The more you rack your brains, the farther away you are from the answer. Impatient, the good smell faded away. Zheng Feiyu hurriedly took a few sips, only capturing a trace of residual incense.

No!

Can't just let him go!

All the nerves screamed at this moment, issuing a bright red warning. He desperately wanted to wake him up from his sleep, and at some point, he broke through the layers of sticky cobweb-like obstacles, opened his eyes, and sat up.

The bedboard crunched like a rattle, which alarmed the busy people not far away.

Ding.

The porcelain spoon rested on the porcelain bowl, and the sound was crisp and crisp.

"Are you awake?" A young, tender voice asked him.