Chapter 44 044 "Guess what's in the tape recorder?"...

As a result of drinking, Tang Sijia still had a heavy headache when she got up the next day.

Fortunately, it was Saturday and she didn't have to go to work.

Tang Sijia rubbed her temples vigorously, and then she remembered what happened last night.

She was drunk, and Song Xiuren carried her into the car and carried her upstairs.

He took care of her very attentively, helped her wash, wiped her cheeks and palms, and took off her shoes...

patiently and gently.

That was another side of Song Xiuren that she had never seen before.

Tang Sijia couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips, and her heart was touched and excited.

However, the next second, a familiar profile flashed in her mind, and there was a low and hoarse voice of a boy.

Tang Sijia vaguely remembered that the driver last night was not Song Xiuren's driver, but...

The memory gradually became clear, and Tang Sijia's brows were also frowned.

She remembered.

It was Shi Chuan.

But Hansi headquarters is not close to the restaurant where we had dinner last night, and it is impossible to pass by there.

An absurd and irritating guess came to my mind, and the joy that had just risen disappeared in an instant, leaving only confusion.

It was also at this time that the phone rang.

Tang Sijia did not look carefully at the unfamiliar number on the screen and clicked to answer it. It was not until she heard a dead silence in the receiver after the call was connected that she took the phone away and took a look.

A very familiar number.

"Sister?" A hesitant voice sounded, with suppressed disbelief.

Tang Sijia pursed her lips and tried to make her voice sound calm: "Yeah."

Shi Chuan was quiet for a while before explaining: "I was talking about business with the chairman of Jiulian Technology last night. I happened to pass by Nanshan Media. There was a car accident on the main road. After taking a detour, I saw you and Xiu Ren, so I sent you back on the way."

Tang Sijia was stunned. She knew that Jiulian Technology was just to the west of the building where Nanshan Media was located, and it was indeed very close to her.

The irritability just now gradually dissipated, and she responded, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Shi Chuan chuckled, "I'm just afraid that my sister will misunderstand, so I'll explain."

"...Yeah."

"Yeah." Shi Chuan responded lightly and was about to hang up the phone. The next second, he thought of something, "By the way, sister."

"Xiu Ren seemed to see the doll you gave me last night. It's my fault. I liked it very much, so I kept it in the car as a decoration."

At this point, he blamed himself, "Xiu Ren seems to have misunderstood something. I think I should return the doll to you, so as to avoid conflicts between you two over such trivial matters."

Tang Sijia listened to his sincere tone, secretly mocking herself for thinking too much just now, and felt a little guilty for misunderstanding the other party. Her tone couldn't help but slow down a little: "No, that's your birthday present..."

"It doesn't matter," Shi Chuan smiled, "You just happened to drink, and the marriage partner introduced by my family told me a way to make sobering soup. If you don't mind, you can help me try it first."

Tang Sijia was stunned. Before she could speak again, the doorbell rang.

"Really, no need. Someone's here. I'll hang up first." Tang Sijia said to the phone, put the phone on the coffee table, straightened her messy hair, and opened the door.

When she saw the person outside the door, she couldn't stop the surprise and joy in her eyes: "Xiu Ren?"

"Good morning." Song Xiu Ren looked at her with a smile, holding a paper bag in his hand, "Breakfast and hangover soup." "Does

it hurt?"

"A little," Tang Sijia said in annoyance, "I can't drink much. Did I cause you any trouble last night?"

"Let me think about it," Song Xiu Ren pretended to think deeply, "Some people kept pouring their milk into my arms while brushing their teeth last night, and rubbed the foam on my shoulder. Does it count?"

Tang Sijia's cheeks flushed: "Me?"

"More than that," Song Xiu Ren smiled, "When I took off my shoes for someone, I was kicked..."

"Okay, stop talking!" Tang Sijia didn't have the face to listen anymore, so she turned around and went back to the sofa, curling herself up.

Song Xiuren chuckled, walked to the dining table, took out breakfast and hangover soup from the lunch bag, and opened it: "Drink the hangover soup first, and your headache will go away in a while."

Tang Sijia responded softly, walked forward obediently and drank the hangover soup at the right temperature.

Breakfast was a nutritious breakfast set from a well-known restaurant, with soup dumplings, fried eggs, fruit slices, and nuts.

"Do you like it?" Song Xiuren asked.

Tang Sijia nodded and was about to start eating, but the next second he thought of something and looked up at him: "Xiuren, did you see a black doll in Shichuan's car yesterday?"

Thinking of what happened last night, Song Xiuren paused, and then nodded.

"That was what I gave him before," Tang Sijia hesitated and said honestly, "He said he had never received a birthday gift that was sincere, so I didn't ask for it back."

Song Xiuren's lips moved: "Does that gift still have the same meaning as when you gave it to him?"

"No," Tang Sijia said calmly, "Now it's just a doll, and my crocheting skills were not mature at that time, so the crocheting was also relatively simple."

"If you like, I can crochet a new one for you," she added, "But I can only crochet small animals, so I can't guarantee that it will look good."

A smile gradually spread in Song Xiuren's eyes: "Then I like it too."

On the coffee table, the black screen of the mobile phone lit up inconspicuously, and then quickly went off.

The call was disconnected.

Shi Chuan looked at the boiling hangover soup in the casserole, and his gentle expression just now gradually became without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

He looked at everything in front of him lifelessly, and his state seemed to be confused again. He had difficulty reacting normally to things that he was used to.

He turned off the fire and wanted to take the casserole off the induction cooker, but his perception was wrong. The casserole was boiling hot. It was not until he held it with his hand and felt the stinging pain in his palm that he realized belatedly: Oh, it's hot.

After letting go of his hand, Shi Chuan calmly looked at the red scars on his fingertips. After a long time, he walked to the living room, took out the burn ointment from under the TV cabinet, sat on the carpet, and quietly applied the ointment to each finger carefully.

He couldn't let these two hands be left with scars.

*

Tang Sijia decided to crochet a German Shepherd doll for Song Xiuren and placed an order for needlework that night.

The first impression Song Xiuren gave him was that he was tall, handsome, gentle and aloof, but after getting to know him, he found that he had a soft and gentle side.

Most importantly, he was particularly charming when working in a suit.

He looked like a German Shepherd.

When Tang Sijia said this to Song Xiuren, Song Xiuren thought seriously for a while and said, "In fact, German Shepherds have another characteristic."

"What is it?"

Song Xiuren looked at her, and there seemed to be a gleam in his eyes: "Eternal loyalty."

Tang Sijia's eyelashes trembled, and she cleared her throat and changed the subject.

The doll was crocheted ten days later. On the same day, Tang Sijia gave it to Song Xiuren.

Song Xiuren held it in her hand and returned it to her after a while: "It's not a holiday or a birthday now. Let's find a special day with commemorative significance to give it to her."

Tang Sijia didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I gave it to you because I wanted to give it to you. Of course, there are other gifts for special days."

After saying this, Song Xiuren accepted it and took it to the office the next day and placed it in front of the desk where he could see it when he looked up.

When the assistant came in, he saw this somewhat childish doll, and looked at Song Xiuren's gentle and smiling eyes when he looked at the doll. He was stunned for a while before asking: "Mr. Song, are you in love?"

In the past two months, Mr. Song, who never showed his emotions, has really diversified his emotions.

It's just that Mr. Song has never discussed private matters during working hours, and he doesn't like people around him to mix public and private matters. This is the first time that the assistant has crossed the line. After asking him, he realized what he had asked. It was too late to take back his words, and he could only regret that he was too talkative.

Unexpectedly, the expected displeasure did not come. Song Xiuren raised his head with a smile on his eyebrows: "Yeah."

After answering, he asked again: "Is it obvious?"

The assistant nodded vigorously.

Song Xiuren paused, then lowered his eyes and laughed softly, and did not continue to dwell on this topic: "Is there something?"

"Oh, yes," the assistant reacted, "the content of the shareholders' meeting in the first half of the year has been sent to your email and copied to other shareholders."

"Mr. Shi from Hansi said that he has something to discuss with you and asked you to meet."

Shi Chuan holds 15% of the original shares of Phantom Technology, so it is not surprising that he received an email.

But...

Song Xiuren thought of the previous encounters between the two, and his eyebrows couldn't help but frowned: "When?"

"In half an hour."

Song Xiuren paused and nodded to show that he knew.

The assistant walked out quietly, and Song Xiuren's eyes fell on the German Shepherd doll again.

Even at the big table of the business world, he is the kind of person who will go all in without reservation. He has enough confidence.

But only in terms of feelings, he experienced the feeling of gain and loss for the first time.

Especially when facing an opponent like Shi Chuan.

The more he gets along with Tang Sijia, the happier he is, and the more afraid he is of losing her.

Shi Chuan is always punctual. At

5:30, he showed up in his office on time. Unlike the way he acted well in front of Tang Sijia before, he looked dead silent and expressionless at this moment.

Even his blue eyes seemed to be darker than usual.

Song Xiuren glanced at the doll on the table and raised his head: "Mr. Shi made a special trip. Is there any resolution at the shareholders' meeting that you are not satisfied with?"

Shi Chuan followed his line of sight and fixed his eyes on the German Shepherd doll. His eyes seemed to be full of stormy waves, but his face remained calm: "Very satisfied," he said, "but I suddenly remembered that I haven't had a fight with you for a long time."

Song Xiuren raised his eyebrows slightly: "If I remember correctly, we just had a fight in Qinghai two months ago."

The memory of that night rushed into his mind. Shi Chuan looked at Song Xiuren and said insincerely for a long time: "I was wrong just now. It's been a long time since I had a boxing match."

For people like them, boxing is not a sport that can be put on the table, because it is accompanied by violence, blood and rudeness.

The vain upper class likes superficial peace and elegance.

Tennis and golf are often the first choice.

However, boxing is the best way to relieve pressure.

When Shi Chuan first invested in Phantom Technology, he discovered this common point with Song Xiuren during his conversation. They had arranged a few games, but they were all just enough.

Song Xiuren looked back at Shi Chuan, and stood up after a moment: "Okay."

Shi Chuan nodded, glanced at the dolls on the table, and turned to walk out the door first.

The fifth floor is the leisure and entertainment area of ​​Phantom Technology, including fitness and sports venues.

In the VIP lounge, the atmosphere was almost eerie, and low pressure was surging.

Song Xiuren was changing his boxing clothes and said casually: "There is one more rule today."

Shi Chuan looked at him.

"No slapping in the face," Song Xiuren smiled, "My girlfriend will worry."

This sentence touched Shi Chuan's heart. He paused while tidying up his boxing gloves. He didn't respond, but calmly put the tidy gloves on the table and took off his shirt.

The mirror surface without a trace of stains clearly reflected the scars on the boy's well-defined back, and... the stunning black buck rose on his shoulder.

Song Xiuren frowned slightly.

Usually, Shi Chuan only wore boxing clothes over his clothes, and never exposed his scars like this.

As if he noticed his gaze, Shi Chuan glanced at his shoulder and explained, "I got the tattoo with my sister. I didn't expect that she, who looks so gentle, would do such a thing as a tattoo for another person."

At this point, Shi Chuan's eyes were dazed: "... She felt sorry for the scar on my shoulder."

Song Xiuren couldn't help but pursed his lips, and sneered for a while: "Shi Chuan, I never knew that you were so naive."

"Really? That means you never understood me," Shi Chuan put on his boxing clothes and put on gloves while quietly saying, "But there's nothing wrong with being naive."

"It's better than being old, isn't it?"

Song Xiuren's face tensed up. He took the gloves, put them on quickly, and walked towards the boxing gym.

Outside the boxing gym, the employees of Phantom Technology who came to exercise looked into the gym through the fence. Two handsome men were punching each other, without saying a word, but their fists made a strong muffled sound.

"Okay, okay, stop watching," the assistant hurried over after hearing the news and drove away the people who were watching. "President Song and President Shi are sparring."

The people around them quickly disappeared. The assistant looked at the two people in the hall who had obviously gone beyond the scope of sparring and sighed with a sad face.

What's going on!

"Bang", another punch.

Song Xiuren took a few steps back and took a deep breath to ease the dull pain in his abdomen.

The sweat on Shi Chuan's forehead had already wet his hair. He looked at him and said, "It seems that twenty-five is indeed a dividing line for men. When we had our first match three years ago, you were only twenty-four, and your punches were more powerful than now."

Song Xiuren pursed his lips, stood up and hit Shi Chuan's abdomen fiercely, watching him take two steps back: "Twenty years old is not young anymore. You are not the age where you can be forgiven for doing something wrong with just a "sorry". "

Shi Chuan's face turned pale, and he clenched his fists tightly. With a "bang", he fought back.

Another dull punch sound rang out.

After an unknown amount of time, the two fell on the stage, leaning against the two ends of the fence, facing each other.

Song Xiuren coughed and looked at the calm boy opposite him: "Shichuan, I know you are not someone who gives up so easily. You were just pretending in front of Sijia before. But I think you should at least have a moral bottom line as a human being."

Shi Chuan sneered: "If I really had it, you wouldn't have a chance to be with her."

Song Xiuren's expression tightened and he was silent for a long time: "How long do you plan to use the so-called brother-sister relationship to cover up your true face? Aren't you afraid that I will expose you in front of Sijia?"

"Why should I be afraid?" Shi Chuan looked at him, "I hate pretending to be a brother and sister in front of her more than you do."

"I pretend not because I'm afraid of you, but because she wants peace for now. If she wants it, I'll give it to her. As for you, once you expose me, it means that the surface order will be disrupted. In the chaos, everything may be reorganized."

"Song Xiuren, you know this better than anyone."

That's why he kept watching him play the role of brother-sister affection and didn't dare to expose it.

The premise of fishing in troubled waters is to stir up the muddy water in the pool.

He didn't dare to stir it.

Song Xiuren's face changed as if he was stabbed. After a long time, he took a sip of ice water: "So? Can you keep pretending until I propose to Sijia, get married, go on honeymoon, and our child is born, and hear him call you uncle?"

Shi Chuan was stiff for a long time, stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and laughed suddenly: "Why do you think she will agree to your proposal?"

"Song Xiuren, when I gave her the recorder last time, you were actually listening to it the whole time, right?" he asked softly, "Guess what's in the recorder?"

Song Xiuren's expression was cold and he didn't speak.

Shi Chuan laughed: "I can only tell you that there are three words she has never said to you."

Song Xiuren's eyes suddenly became gloomy: "Shi Chuan!"

Shi Chuan stared at his subtle changes and smiled lightly: "Just like you know that I am not someone who gives up so easily, Song Xiuren, I also know that you are a person who can go all out in anything and would rather have nothing than something mediocre."

As he spoke, Shi Chuan walked out of the fence and spoke again after he stepped off the stage, like a judge pronouncing a person's fate: "I guess you have never heard her say those three words, and have never seen the look in her eyes when she truly loves someone, because once you have heard and seen it, you will understand that she does not love you." After he

finished speaking, seeing the anger and astonishment in Song Xiuren's eyes, Shi Chuan pulled his lips and turned to walk out.

He knew that he had won the bet.

Tang Sijia's feelings are never compromised.

Liking and loving are always clear.

But the moment he walked out of the Phantom Technology Building, the boy's eyes suddenly turned red.

The first time she expressed her feelings to him, she said "love".