Beginning without end

Chapter 60

This evening Ji Suiyun was at a loss, Song Bai curled up with his back to him and fell asleep soundly.Ji Suiyun lay flat with his hands folded on his lower abdomen.He made a decision almost instinctively - he absolutely, absolutely must not let Song Bai know that he likes it.

Ji Suiyun couldn't, and didn't dare to let the late weakness that had quietly grown up hold his lifeline.

How and when did he fall in love, Ji Suiyun is too lazy to think about it, he just knows that this symbolizes the change of many things.Very strange and very novel.

Ji Suiyun once accidentally saw her female secretary's contrived hints to her crush in WeChat Moments late at night, and she reposted "Two things that people can't hide, one is coughing, and the other is uncontrollable coughing." like".After Ji Suiyun felt that liking, he looked at Song Bai again, and felt that this person seemed different in his eyes. He slightly turned his head to look at the small shadow in the dark, why did he suddenly feel that every hair of Song Bai was All the wires were shining with a light that dazzled him.This kind of lingering and melancholy that seemed so childish to Ji Suiyun in the past seems to have gradually entangled in his heart.

Song Bai wasn't actually asleep, but Ji Suiyun's eyes from time to time were cast on him as if they had substance, like thorns on his back.Song Bai's heart was pounding, he seemed to be still in a dream, and he seemed to have witnessed a big joke.

Time seemed to have passed for a long time, so long that even Song Bai couldn't control the slowly glued eyelids, he seemed to hear a long and slight sigh behind him, and then he was gently embraced in a warm and soft embrace.

I really can't restrain myself if I like it.But fortunately, it is late at night, and people may always become less like themselves at night.When the sun rises, I will be back to normal, Ji Suiyun told himself.

Two people with different dreams in the same bed have their own minds, and neither of them is a winner.One is planning in pain and forbearance, and the other is stubbornly restraining in the uncertain future.

It was broad daylight when Song Bai woke up, and the heavy camel-colored tweed blackout curtains were pulled up and tied up neatly, only the gauze curtain was still covering, as if he was afraid of the strong sunlight piercing his eyes.

No one would have cared about this before, Song Bai still remembers the time when he lay in a daze for a whole day, the house was usually dark, so depressed that even Ji Suiyun was angry.

Ji Suiyun seemed to have been up for a while. When Song Bai finished washing and went out, he saw him holding the soft leather notebook he was used to to make adjustments and arrangements for work. The empty glass with nutrient solution in front of him was still on the table. superior.

"Go make a cup yourself." Ji Suiyun didn't look at Song Bai more, with a normal attitude.

Song Bai hummed, he was still not used to eating these things, so he only had a cup of protein powder for breakfast.

Ji Suiyun frowned, but said nothing.

Song Bai stirred the cup intermittently, his eyes fell on Ji Suiyun, and he asked aloud, "Is Mr. Ji's hand better?"

Ji Suiyun looked into Song Bai's eyes very sharply, but said in his mouth, "It's okay."

Song Bai's back was dripping with cold sweat, and he knew that he seemed to be obviously showing a tentative attitude, which was already Ji Suiyun's taboo.

Song Bai hurriedly lowered his head, and deliberately changed the subject abruptly: "...Mr. Ji, can you promise me one thing."

Ji Suiyun's tense nerves relaxed a little, but he felt a little lost.He lowered his eyes to look at the notebook in his hand again, and said casually: "In the future, don't use those indirect and useless words, just say what you have."

"If possible, I'll stay here for the next few nights. I don't want to go back to Jing'an."

"That piece is not good enough for you now?" These words are really irritating.Ji Suiyun actually knew what Song Bai was thinking, but he was just afraid that Lu Fucheng would come to block him.Ji Suiyun actually had the same idea when he brought Song Bai here last night.But Ji Suiyun was very annoyed that Song Bai mentioned everything and secretly wanted to land on Lu Fucheng.

Song Bai bit his lip, embarrassment and shame were evident on his face; "No."

Song Bai has always endured everything numbly in front of Ji Suiyun, such a rare and seemingly uncontrollable pain made Ji Suiyun's heart suddenly soften, and there was a little pain in every thread.

"Whatever, it's nothing important."

Song Bai didn't say anything more, and after drinking all the contents in the cups, he took two cups to brush.

"Will you go back later?" Ji Suiyun asked suddenly.

Song Bai's voice seemed faint and ethereal in the thin water, and he didn't lift his head: "I won't go back for the next few days."

Ji Suiyun closed the notebook and put it away: "Just in time to go out with me later."

The sound of the water stopped, and Song Bai's voice sounded like a sigh: "Mr. Ji, there are only a few days left, so I beg you to give me some more dignity?"

Ji Suiyun just wanted him to go to the company with him, and let him go out to get some air.Ji Suiyun suddenly remembered that the countless times he took Song Bai out did not bring him any pleasant memories.

A strong sense of loss hit, and Ji Suiyun couldn't imitate his cold and sarcastic tone: "I'll go to see Ji Suian tonight, if I don't come back, you go to the company with me now, and I'll pick you up later in the evening."

Song Bai didn't say anything anymore, he wiped off the water stains on the cup with a clean towel, and then went to change his clothes.

Ji Suiyun followed him into the room. Song Bai was taking off his shirt, exposing his thin and fair chest. He was very white, so the marks on his body were more conspicuous.

Seeing him coming in, Song Bai reflexively blocked him.

"You continue to change." Ji Suiyun sat down on the sofa in the cloakroom, and said in a low voice: "Wear less underneath, just take a thick coat, the office is hot."

Seeing that Song Bai had changed, Ji Suiyun said again: "Pick me a tie."

Song Bai glanced at Ji Suiyun, the color of his suit today is not very dark, it is a kind of dark lake blue.Song Bai picked out a slightly heavier gray tie with no pattern, and thought it would go well with him.

Ji Suiyun raised his chin noncommittally at Song Bai, and Song Bai knew he was satisfied.

Song Bai went over to help him tie his tie. Before that, Ji Suiyun had to toss Song Bai up to tie him every morning when he got up for work. Song Bai was already used to it.

When Song Bai approached, Ji Suiyun's nose wafted a nice smell, which was the lavender fragrance he was used to.

Satisfied, Ji Suiyun grabbed Song Bai's waist and pulled him into his arms.

"Mr. Ji, don't Mr. Ji...the suit is going to wrinkle."

"Then don't move, be careful, don't get crumpled by me." Ji Suiyun's voice had a little smile, and he buried his head in Song Bai's neck and kissed him a few times.

Ji Suiyun just got a little playful and didn't really do anything, but it was still a bit late when the two arrived at the company.

Ji Suiyun's office is not as big as imagined, the entire wall is made of bookshelves, and it is very full.There is only a small sofa next to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and a fluffy coffee-colored carpet is spread under the feet.

"Play by yourself, just don't make a sound." Ji Suiyun instructed: "You can go shopping on this floor, but don't go downstairs. Let's see who has something fun to borrow, they dare not give it to you."

Song Bai's eyes were gentle: "Good Mr. Ji."

Ji Suiyun's heart softened to a puddle, he rubbed Song Bai's hair, turned around and sat back behind the desk.

When Jing Xiaoyan came in to deliver the documents, she saw Song Bai at a glance. She was a little surprised, but she didn't show it.After coming out of the office, Jing Xiaoyan took the initiative to pour a cup of hot cocoa for Song Bai, and brought some snacks and sugar over.

"Thank you, sister." Song Bai smiled at her, the 19-year-old boy softened, and he was simply too likable.

Jing Xiaoyan quietly looked at Ji Suiyun's face. She usually worked hard as an assistant who had done nothing and made mistakes. For the first time, she seemed to see satisfaction in her boss's eyes.What Jing Xiaoyan thought in her heart became true.

If Ji Suiyun is willing to pay attention to this child, it must be the best result, Jing Xiaoyan also thinks, Mr. Ji's wealth and talent, even a hundred designers combined may not be able to catch up.

Although Ji Suiyun's requirements for Song Bai were very generous, Song Bai didn't go out to show off.He obediently sat on the sofa reading a book, ate quietly, and his only major action was to fetch water.

It was almost noon after Ji Suiyun finished handling the things in his hand. He closed the Marlboro pen and tapped it on the table with the end of the pen.

Song Bai looked up at him.

"What do you want for lunch?"

Song Bai opened his mouth, but finally shook his head.

Ji Suiyun stood up and straightened his collar and cuffs, then walked over and grabbed Song Bai's wrist: "I'll take you to Shuyun to eat shabu-shabu."

Song Bai was taken aback for a moment, what he thought of just now was shabu-shabu.The weather has been cold these past few days, even though he has been staying indoors, Song Bai was still completely cold when he got on and off the car today.Song Bai thinks that a man like Ji Suiyun probably doesn't like to eat shabu-shabu, there is no other reason, but such a pampered person who is almost arrogant is definitely not willing to be stained with any strange smell.

"What are you thinking?" Ji Suiyun asked suddenly.

Song Bai followed him out, and without much thought, he said, "I want to shabu-shabu."

Ji Suiyun laughed suddenly, and said in a low voice: "You can think of the person who took you to eat shabu-shabu by the way."

But in the past, all the people who accompanied Song Bai to eat shabu-shabu, Japanese food and buffet were all Lu Fucheng.

Song Bai lowered his head and didn't speak.

Ji Suiyun came out earlier at noon today than every day, and Jing Xiaoyan chased him when he and Song Bai walked to the elevator.

"Mr. Ji!"

The two stopped, Ji Suiyun asked: "What else?"

"Mr. Ji, I just received a new appointment. Director Cheng Liang will come at two o'clock in the afternoon."

Ji Suiyun calculated the time in his mind, and there was still time for a meal: "When he comes, ask him to come to my office directly. If I haven't come back, let him wait for a while."

Jing Xiaoyan wrote it down concisely in her notebook, then turned and left.

"Just eat whatever you want, don't waste time." Song Bai said softly.

"It's okay, I want to eat shabu-shabu." Ji Suiyun's fingers lightly rubbed the inside of Song Bai's wrist a few times, bringing a bit of numbness.

Song Bai dodged slightly, and Ji Suiyun pinched him with a little force: "Don't move, or I'll take care of you." But in fact, how could he be willing now, relying on Song Bai not knowing his heart, just to scare him. .

Sure enough, Song Bai didn't move, but his earlobes slowly turned red: "In your company, it's not good for others to see."

Ji Suiyun jokingly said: "You have said that this is my company, who dares to talk nonsense."

The driver was already waiting. After Ji Suiyun reported the place name, he leaned on the seat with his eyes slightly closed and rested, still holding Song Bai in his hand and kneading it.It doesn't have any suggestive erotic meaning, it's just like a child holding some favorite toy, and doesn't want to let go of it for a second.

The bottom of Shu Yun's pot is boiled by the master himself. The thick red oil is placed in a porcelain bowl, and the waiter slowly mixes it in the pot.

Song Bai could eat spicy food, but Ji Suiyun paid more attention to health preservation, and finally ordered a clear pot of abalone, wild ginseng and chicken soup.

"Eat less spicy food." Ji Suiyun poured tea for Song Bai: "It hurts the stomach too much."

Song Bai held the tea and waited for the pot to boil, then said in a low voice, "I thought Mr. Ji was not afraid of anything."

Ji Suiyun seemed to want to laugh more today than in the past half a year. He looked at Song Bai and said, "People are afraid of things, and I am no different."

"What is Mr. Ji afraid of?" Song Bai talked too much today.

Ji Suiyun lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Of course I am. I'm afraid of death."

Song Bai didn't say anything anymore.Ji Suiyun is not a talkative person either, so he had a very silent lunch this time.Song Bai ate a little more than he did a few days ago, it seems that the bottom of the pot is really delicious.

When I went back in the afternoon, the driver had other things to do. It seemed that the substitute colleague asked for leave. He sent Ji Suiyun to the company and went to the airport to pick up an important client for his colleague.Ji Suiyun asked him to park on the side of the road, and he could walk to the company by crossing the sidewalk in the roadblock, saving the driver from going around again.

Song Bai didn't have much right to speak, so he followed Ji Suiyun and stood on the side of the road.

On the road, when Ji Suiyun reached out to hold Song Bai, Song Bai was stunned, and Ji Suiyun reached out to untie the thin scarf around his neck and put it on Song Bai's neck: "Okay, let's go .”

Song Bai was really not used to being so high-profile in front of people, he was too shy to raise his head, but it seemed shy in the eyes of others.Soft and sweet like a small snack.

Ji Suiyun tilted his head slightly at an inconspicuous corner on the side of the street, with a smug and mocking smile on his face.Doesn't he like to guard at the company's gate, so just guard.

Ji Suiyun took Song Bai to the elevator, and Jing Xiaoyan was guarding at the elevator door, seeing him come and handing over the plan he wanted to talk to Cheng Liang.

Ji Suiyun glanced at his watch, it was exactly two o'clock.

"People have arrived."

"En." Ji Suiyun hurried to the office to wait, and Jing Xiaoyan hurriedly followed.

"Director Cheng came with Boss Feng. Boss Feng didn't make an appointment, but I can't stop him. I just sent you a text message, but you didn't reply."

Of course Ji Suiyun didn't reply, he turned on mute when he and Song Bai had dinner.

Ji Suiyun's footsteps stopped at the door of the office: "Feng Zhengqi? What is he doing here?"

Song Bai turned pale when he heard this name. He looked at Ji Suiyun, and many emotions slowly welled up in his eyes, including pain, despair, and resentment.

Ji Suiyun is used to strategizing, he only brought Song Bai to show Lu Fucheng, who would have thought that such a coincidence would happen.

"Take Song Bai around the company. He can play whatever he wants, and if he breaks anything, let the financial record it." This was said to Jing Xiaoyan.

Jing Xiaoyan nodded hurriedly, when the office door was suddenly opened from the inside.

"Oh, I was scared to death! Why didn't you come in." Feng Zhengqi complained: "I was about to go out to use the toilet, and you almost peed in my fright."

Ji Suiyun's complexion was not very good. It was the first time he saw Feng Zhengqi since the incident last time, and there was something in his heart that he couldn't expressly felt uncomfortable.

"Come in, I'm not going." Feng Zhengqi retreated into the door, only to see Song Bai who had been hiding behind Ji Suiyun: "Ah Bai is here too? This is too coincidental, I want to die is you."

Ji Suiyun gave Jing Xiaoyan a look of leaving, reached out to hold Song Bai's hand, and entered the office with him.

Cheng Liang also greeted him: "Suiyun, long time no see." He also saw Song Bai, and greeted with a smile: "Suiyun even brought you to the office?"

Feng Zhengqi looked at them, and said frivolously, "Send it to Director Cheng instead?"

Song Bai bit his lips tightly, and there were small tooth marks on the dry skin.

Ji Suiyun felt sorry for him so badly that he gave Feng Zhengqi a glance: "Shut up."

Cheng Liang has been in the circle for so many years, and he has seen too many things. If this is the case, how can he still not understand what happened.Shen Sheng interrupted: "Don't go too far." I don't know if it is for Ji Suiyun or Feng Zhengqi.

Ji Suiyun patted Song Bai's cold hand: "It's okay, you go play with yours, didn't you only read a little bit of that book in the morning?"

Song Bai nestled back on his small sofa again, apparently terrified, his hands were trembling when he flipped through the book in a trance.

Ji Suiyun sat behind his work, his face sinking like water.He saw that Cheng Liang lost his face: "Didn't you say you were talking about something, what did Feng Zhengqi get involved with?"

"He contacted a special effects company abroad, the one that has won the Oscar for Best Visual Effects several times. He jumped in the queue to get a spot, but it cost 15.00% more of the budget. The money is not small. Let me ask your side Opinion."

Ji Suiyun bent his index finger and knocked on the solid wood table: "If you continue to invest, the money spent on special effects alone will be less than [-] million. Cheng Liang, you said that you can guarantee a double harvest at the box office," Ji Suiyun A trace of sullenness gradually appeared on Yun's face: "Three hundred million, that is, the money to build a golf club course, it doesn't matter as far as our friendship is concerned. But—"

Ji Suiyun suddenly stood up and threw the mock contract Feng Zhengqi brought far away: "I wouldn't fucking invest money in something that doesn't even have a male protagonist! Special effects for cutting the queue? Jumping in line? You can't be slower than Huo Qitong if you go along the line! Dogs have eaten their fucking brains one by one?!"

Cheng Liang was stunned, not because of Huo Qitong, but because of Ji Suiyun's attitude.Ji Suiyun has always been calm in business affairs, he can only judge, rather than measure by personal emotions, Cheng Liang and Ji Suiyun can be regarded as a small friendship, and he has never heard of Ji Suiyun's unglamorous explosion Thick.

It was obvious that he was venting his anger.

Feng Zhengqi's face also darkened, he picked up the stack of papers on the ground, and smiled coldly: "Who is Ji Zongzheng writing this for? It's friendship."

It seems to be talking about this, but it is not.