in the years of crushing on you

Chapter 1

At six o'clock in the morning, Ji Xia woke up early, and the sunlight pouring in from the floor-to-ceiling windows was forced into the corner of the room.

The lines are intertwined with black and white, and the dark and oppressive furniture is covered with a thin layer of light, adding some color, but in the next second, someone yawns and walks to the window, and pulls the large black curtain to the middle.

The empty room became silent and dark again, and he turned on the wall lamp beside him. The wall lamp was not strong enough, it was a bit soft, and it could barely reflect the outline.

He didn't care, turned and went into the bathroom.

By the time he put on his well-fitting suit and pulled off his dark blue tie, the clock on the wall had already pointed to six twenty.

Before going out, he casually placed the briefcase on the shoe cabinet in front of the door, reached out and flipped a page in the planner on the wall.

"Today at 9 o'clock in the morning, I have a meeting with the manager of Supai Company about exporting clothing."

He nodded, retracted his hand, and adjusted his collar with the help of the mirror on the shoe cabinet.

In the mirror, he looked serious, as if he had never appeared in the past. He put on his bow tie, and when he looked through the mirror, he saw the jigsaw puzzle hanging on the wall behind him, and his face froze.

That jigsaw puzzle should be an ordinary jigsaw puzzle, but the way it is placed is a bit strange. It occupies the corner of the wall by virtue of its back facing up, exposing the letter area.

It may be a thousand-piece jigsaw puzzle, surrounded by a yellow wooden frame, and the upper left corner is almost completed, but the rest is blank.

Below the puzzle is a symmetrical shoe cabinet, on which there are more than a dozen boxes marked with letters.

He sighed, turned around, carefully selected a puzzle piece from a certain box, turned it upside down, and put it in a specific position, which fit perfectly.

He smiled softly, picked up his briefcase and went out.

As usual, I went down to the ground floor, got into my black car, put the briefcase on the co-pilot's seat, and the day began.

Following the previous route, he didn't choose to go directly to the company. Instead, he took the exit road of Nanbin Road, made a big circle, and then stopped outside a residential area.

He parked the car, took some change from his own money box, then got out of the car and locked it, ready to have some breakfast at the breakfast stand next to him.

"Yo, the boss is here again? Is it the usual?"

He hummed, but looked towards the building obliquely to the left. The outside window on the twentieth floor was lit. He knew it well, took the glutinous rice balls and soybean milk from the stall owner, and sat on the stall. Eating quietly.

He waited until the lights on the windows on the twentieth floor were turned off before he wiped his mouth, nodded to the stall owner, and walked back into the car.

It should be a quarter past seven now, and the sky is already broad daylight.

He hid in the car window covered with SLR film, watching the people who came out from the gate of the community.

The man was wearing a white vest and a pair of black slippers, as if he hadn't woken up, rubbing his hair, walked to the breakfast stall and chatted with the stall owner.

He was a little cautious, and slowly rolled the car window down by a finger distance.The voices from the outside came through the gap, nothing more than ordinary everyday chatter.

The man waited for the stall owner to pack the soy milk and fried dough sticks, took them, thanked them, and walked home as if he hadn't woken up.

When the figure disappeared before his eyes, he didn't know whether it was joy or melancholy sighed.Then start the car and rush to the company.

He felt that he had three virtues in the first half of his life, good looks, good family background, and doing things according to his heart.But these years, from the third year of high school to studying abroad and then returning to China to inherit his own company specializing in import and export trade.

The edges and corners on his body became round in some places, but for Xu Xiao, the original round places seemed to have edges and corners, sharp and cold, which made him feel pain in his heart at any time.

But there is no way, the more you think about it, the more blunt it becomes.

He pursed his lips, and he clenched the steering wheel in his hands. Suddenly, the phone rang. He put on his earphones and spoke in a low voice.

"Well, what's wrong."

"Mr. Qu, there is a meeting with Su Pai Clothing Company at nine o'clock today. Their manager, Zhao Qingyang, has already called me and it is estimated that he will arrive at 08:30."

"Ah."

At the next traffic light intersection, Qu Hao took off the earphones and threw them beside him.

Zhao Qingyang, it's him again.This city is really small.

In high school, I couldn't compare to him in studies, but now I'm out of society, people still wake up earlier than him.

The time of the last meeting was brought forward because the sales manager of Supai came earlier.

As soon as Qu Hao arrived at the company, he took a sip of coffee when Assistant Qin came to inform him that the conference room was ready.

Assistant Qin was a man in his early thirties, and he did everything without leaking water. Qu Hao was very relieved of him, nodded appreciatively, put the cup back on the desk, straightened his cuffs, and walked into the meeting room.

When the door opened, Zhao Qingyang was sitting with his back to him.

Qu Hao walked to the position opposite him from the right, and saw Zhao Qingyang stand up and reach out to shake hands with him.

"Mr. Qu, hello."

He nodded, "Well, speaking of which, we are still old classmates, so we don't have to be so restrained." Qu Hao didn't miss the surprise on Zhao Qingyang's face, and he smiled politely.

"Oh." Zhao Qingyang seemed to suddenly realize.He apologized, "I'm sorry I haven't seen you for a long time, you have changed a lot, I can't recognize you."

"I haven't seen you for some time, almost seven years."

Zhao Qingyang calculated carefully, "It's almost there. You went abroad when you were in your third year of high school, and I have been working for two years now. It seems that living abroad is very helpful to you."

Qu Hao smiled, "Of course there is help."

The person who came with Zhao Qingyang was the full-time staff of the Su faction in charge of this case. Seeing that Mr. Zhao seemed to have a good relationship with the other party's boss, he hurriedly said. "I didn't expect everyone to be so destined, Mr. Qu, let's have a meal together later, it's a gathering of old classmates."

Qu Hao smiled, and said to Zhao Qingyang, "It seems that our relationship is very good?"

Zhao Qingyang glanced coldly at his colleagues beside him, seeming to dislike his self-assertion.

"Mr. Qu naturally knows about our relationship, but we are old classmates after all, so it's okay to get together. It's just that today is my lover's birthday, and I invited his friends to have dinner together. It seems that today is not appropriate."

lover...friend...

Qu Hao suddenly remembered Xu Xiao, and asked hesitantly. "Xu Xiao is going too?"

Zhao Qingyang seemed a little surprised that Qu Hao could remember his name, "Well, I should."

Qu Haoben clenched his hands on his knees suddenly, and he became more nervous when he spoke, "In this case, let's discuss the case of exporting to Italy first, and then our old classmates will get together again. Since it is your lover, if you want to come to him I also know each other, so there is no need to start a dinner."

Zhao Qingyang's eyes paused. He felt that Qu Hao had become a bit strange after not seeing him for a long time.But it's not easy to refuse directly.

"okay."

The person on the other side agreed, but instead awakened Qu Hao, why did he do this, obviously...obviously...he had already decided to let go.

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Let's update a chapter first, and then... it will be irregular hahahahahahaha.