After hanging up the phone, the door was quietly pushed open from outside.

Zhou Shike closed his eyes and did not move.

I only lifted my eyelids and glanced at me. It was Zhou Shixun.

Zhou Shixun sat down beside Zhou Shike's bed in his pajamas and punched Zhou Shike.

"Fuck." Zhou Shike couldn't pretend to sleep and came out of the quilt, "Why didn't you go to work?"

"I am a designer and I have to go to the company to check in at 9 to 5 in the morning. I am sick?" Zhou Shixun kicked off his shoes and wrapped himself in his clothes to get into Zhou Shike's quilt, "I'll come to talk to you."

The room was extremely dark, and he sat there, his hair was messy, like a bomb.

Zhou Shike covered a corner of the quilt, "What are you talking about?"

"Fu Simian."

"..." Zhou Shike closed his eyes, "What's there to talk about?"

"Yang Xiao told me last night not to interfere in your affairs," Zhou Shixun said slowly, "But I will probably never forget the day I went to Jiangcheng to pick you up last year. Zhou Shike, if you want to make up, I have no objection, but you have to be worthy of me, and you will let the Fu surname be Zhou."

"You have a big appetite." Zhou Shike said lightly with his eyelids hanging down.

"The industry in Fu Simian's family is evergreen. The Fu family can rely on their family brand for generations to make a living, which is different from ours," Zhou Shike saw it very clearly, "You are dreaming."

"I'm not interested," Zhou Shixun sneered, "I just knew that the beast would definitely not agree, so I proposed this condition."

"Don't worry, I won't make up." Zhou Shike yawned and tears came from the corners of his eyes.

Zhou Shixun saw it and reached out to give him a claw.

"You're still crying?"

"Where the hell am I crying?" Zhou Shike gave Zhou Shixu a kick and almost kicked the other party off the bed. Zhou Shixu grabbed the quilt tightly and was unable to fall down.

Zhou Shike sat up, turned on the light at the head of the bed and got off the bed. He reached out and opened the window of the balcony. It was raining outside.

The wind gushed in, causing a layer of goose bumps.

Zhou Shixun was wrapped in a quilt and motionless, "It kept raining, and the area in Ancheng has been flooded again. How long will it take for you to rain this time?"

"How long?" This rain is like the rain in Jiangcheng, like a long-planned plan. It has clearly accumulated a terrifying rain, but it has fallen very gently and affectionately.

Zhou Shixun reached out and compared 2.

“Two weeks.”

"Two months," Zhou Shixun said slowly, "but it won't go on a row, it will only take a few days apart, but this is quite annoying. After all, it won't be sunny in those two days, and you have to go on before the ground has finished."

"Yang Shangchen will go to Ancheng to transport supplies and disaster relief next month. Will you go?" Zhou Shixun didn't want Zhou Shike to go, but Yang Xiao asked last night, saying that he would do more good deeds and accumulate virtue. Zhou Shike and Yang Shangchen are usually sluts, so they should do more good deeds, and Fang Ka should go, which is even more sluts.

"If you don't have a trip, you can go." Zhou Shike looked at the rain outside and lowered his eyes and replied.

"Ask you, is Song Guiyan chasing you?" Zhou Shixun suddenly changed the topic. This question is probably the main purpose of his visit to Zhou Shike's room today.

Zhou Shike stepped on the carpet barefoot and lay in the lounge chair. The aunt laid thick felt on the lounge chair, and he collapsed like a mountain king.

"Not count."

"Do you like people?"

"dislike."

"I think he is pretty good." Zhou Shixun touched his chin. He watched Zhou Shike get off the car with nostalgia in front of him. He was all here, and he didn't have to guess what Song Guiyan was thinking.

Zhou Shike said lazily: "Many people are pretty good."

But he is only with the people he likes.

"Give me a chance." Zhou Shixun didn't want to see Zhou Shike on the road of blind dates at a young age.

"Second brother, I'm not as good as you," Zhou Shike smiled lazily, "It must be because I was too annoying when I was a child, but now I'm suffering retribution."

"Fart," Zhou Shixun scolded him, "What kind of retribution is this? I met Yang Xiao, it is retribution. He stayed with me for free eating, drinking and living!"

"You grew up with him, and he didn't want his parents for you. You don't have any loss of food and drink." Zhou Shike pretended not to see the smile in Zhou Shixun's eyes, "Who quarreled with his partner for a week and lost ten pounds, anyway, it's not me."

Zhou Shixun did not continue to talk about himself and Yang Xiao. He looked at Zhou Shike's temperament that was much more depressed and depressed than before, "If you could be happier, I would rather be less happy."

Being the second child is the happiest thing. Although Zhou Shike is favored by the stars, it is precisely because of this that people pay attention to everything he does. On the contrary, Zhou Shixu is very free and has been fighting underground for two years and no one in his family knows it.

"Our generation is unlucky," Zhou Shike said lightly, "Fang Ka has no partner, so are Chen'er and me."

"To be honest, I think Song Guiyan is very good. He will love others when he is old, and it is much better than Fu Simian anyway," Zhou Shixun began to seriously consider the affairs of the two people. "And he is also an agent. He can help you in his career. It is better than Zhou Shixun asking you to go on a blind date, right? You are not afraid of turning back Zhou Shixun introducing Fu Simian to you."

"No," Zhou Shike said confidently, "Sister appreciates Fu Simian only to appreciate the other party's ability in work. If a person like Fu Simian is used as a partner, she will not consider it."

"Yes, Fu Simian is too cold-blooded." Zhou Shixun felt that Zhou Shike was right.

"Do you have any itinerary recently?" Zhou Shixun asked again.

"Don't your endorsement take photos?" Zhou Shike kept yawning as if spring and autumn were in trouble. "I'll go to the company tomorrow. Song Guiyan said next week is the annual music inventory event. He sees whether he can get me an award."

Zhou Shixun: "You ask Zhou Shixun to buy one for you."

“…”

"I know that the inventory is quite big. Zhou Shixuan is also the sponsor of it. You happened to go with her."

"But would it be too direct to buy awards?" Zhou Shike joked slowly.

Zhou Shixun became serious, "Except for those who can't buy, the others are just priced clearly. No matter how bad it is, fans spend money. What's the difference between buying directly? If you spend money, you can also make your fans spend less money and make you considerate."

If you can say that the black one is white, it is Zhou Shixun’s mouth.

This is the third cup of black coffee that Zhao Xu poured into, without adding milk or sugar.

He never thought that Fu Simian had broken up with Zhou Shike, and he still had to work on Zhou Shike's affairs.

The president's office was even more confused because the documents they received were actually Zhou's artists who planned for him. This was unscientific. Although his artists had a special planning team, Zhao Xuai and Mr. Fu's special assistant spent half of the day working for others.

Zhao Xu had become accustomed to everyone's puzzled vision, but it's been so many years anyway.

"Don't ask, don't look, don't say." This is the six-character motto given to them by Zhao Xu.

Zhao Xu watched Zhou Shike's new song reach the first place and fell into the chair. He had to admit that Zhou Shike's return to Zhou was the most correct choice. Fu didn't have such a big stage for him, and Fu imprisoned him.

Zhou Shixuan can provide his resources and connections, which is more than ten times better than Fu's Entertainment.

When Zhou Shike stayed in Jiangcheng for Fu Simian, it was not entirely true that he said he was wishful thinking. After all, Fu Simian was a vested interest. Zhao Xu felt that these two people would not last long, and that their long-term deformed relationship would eventually lead to a dead end.

But he was not qualified to care about how his boss should fall in love. That was too stupid. According to Fu Smien's previous personality, he would definitely kick him.

Anyway, they work and do things according to their instructions.

The job of sending Zhou Shike to the top of the list is his job as a special assistant to the president.

grass!

Song Guiyan was also looking at the computer there. He needed to guess more, and he knew that Fu Smien had the help of the data. Although Zhou Shixuan was pampering Zhou Shike, she had not spoiled her and had to tilt the resources of the entire company to the point where Zhou Shike was.

He did not intend to tell Zhou Shike that what Fu Simian did was an unnecessary thing, and it was also a very unnecessary thing for him to tell Zhou Shike.

Song Guiyan hopes that Fu Smien can fade out of Zhou Shike's life. If the other party is willing to sacrifice and make sacrifices like this, Song Guiyan doesn't mind, as long as the other party disappears into Zhou Shike's eyes.

And he and Zhou Shike still have time.

On the day of the annual music inventory, Zhou Shike did receive an award.

Not only Song Guiyan and Fu Smien were helping behind the scenes, but also Zhou Shike's fans, thinking that their little prince could not be without a card and made data day and night, so Zhou Shike's data was not very well-behaved, and the second place was quite a big hit. He would not be on the top of the list without Zhou Shike.

But Zhou Shike still felt that this was too silly. The new song was released less than two weeks ago. After the annual inventory, he leaned in a chair and sat in a straight shape. He didn't seem to be here to receive the prize or watching a show with melon seeds.

Zhou Shixuan didn't want to come in person, but Zhou Shike received the award for the first time. Although she was watery, she still dressed up and had a vague sense of pride on her face.

Among them are Fu's artists, who can stay in Fu's entertainment's difficult period. Fu's entertainment naturally spares no effort to support them and eat under Fu's hands. As long as he is obedient and loyal, he can feed you ginseng and abalone.

Zhou Shike subconsciously and couldn't control himself. He reacted in an instinctive way and turned his head to look at the seat behind him.

He is in the second row, Zhou Shixuan is in the first row, and Fu's entertainment like this is probably the countdown. Even if Fu Simian comes, there is a long gap between them, with many people apart. Zhou Shike cannot see Fu Simian at a glance.

Song Guiyan sat next to Zhou Shiye, "What are you looking for?" he asked inadvertently.

Zhou Shike opened his eyes and said lies, "I feel like there is wind behind me. Is the back door not closed?"

Song Guiyan, "Unless the back door is in your back row."

"..." exposes it, it's boring.

Zhao Xu, who was in the last row, stretched his neck and finally saw Zhou Shike's back. Zhou Shike's back was easy to recognize. No young man in his twenties could wear suits as beautifully as decently. Even casual styles, there were always people who couldn't control them, and they seemed to be hard-pressed.

Zhou Shike and Song Guiyan were whispering to each other. Zhao Xu withdrew his gaze and quietly looked at Fu Simian sitting next to him. The latter obviously saw it. Zhao Xu lowered his voice and said, "He must be attracting your attention. Don't be angry, it was all intentional by Song Guiyan's grandson!"

Fu Simian's eyes were faint, his condition was much better than last week. "I believe Song Guiyan did it on purpose, but I don't believe A Ke is attracting my attention."

Zhao Xu retracted his head awkwardly and coughed twice. He felt that Mr. Fu was still easier to cheat last week.

"You can help me give this to A Ke later." Fu Simian took out something wrapped in red paper from his coat pocket and handed it to Zhao Xu. He was not wearing a formal outfit. He wore a coat that was fit last month, but today he looked a little bigger.

"What? You go by yourself." Zhao Xu felt sad for Fu Simian. It was not sad, but the other party's current cautiousness made him feel sad.

He saw that the thing in his hand was a red envelope, very thick and heavy in his hand.

"I promised him that when his song won the prize, I will give him a red envelope." Fu Simian's voice was still hoarse. He was still having a fever. The northern city was a northern city. Fu Simian, a southerner, suddenly came to the north. It was certain that he was not used to it. He even had a fever for so long.
To be continued...