Episode 4

Yang Jiali entered Ye Ting's office.

The large and spacious office had excellent lighting conditions and is bright and refreshing.

The floor was covered with Baroque carpets, which fit well with the overall serious and avant-garde style of the office.

Yang Jiali stepped on the carpet with a guilty conscience, and felt like a big mouse with a black cloth in his mouth in a cartoon, tiptoe to steal rice.

Ye Ting was already sitting behind his desk, burying his head in approving documents.

Hearing Yang Jiali's footsteps, he didn't even lift his head, his voice was serious and cold: "Sit."

Yang Jiali sat down in front of Ye Ting, a little awkward, rubbing both hands like flies.

Ye Ting kept holding a pen in his hand wiith a watch on it and circled the document. His attitude was extremely cold, and he left Yang Jiali stand there and completely ignored him.

Yang Jiali hesitated several times, but still couldn't speak.

Ye Ting finished approving the documents in his hand, closed it, and threw it aside.

He finally raised his head and looked at Yang Jiali with a blank expression: "You have five minutes left."

Yang Jiali's eyes widened, "Didn't it take ten minutes?"

"From the time you entered the door until now, you have wasted five minutes."

Yang Jiali was anxious: "You didn't even say that the time started at that time. How could this happen? Ye Ting, you, you, you, are deliberately dishonest.

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"Yang Jiali," Ye Ting's expression fell cold for a moment, his eyes stabbed at Yang Jiali mercilessly like a sword, "I have given you ten minutes, don't be too tight. Also, pay attention to your words and proportions, don't think highly of yourself. Take yourself seriously."

Yang Jiali was taken aback.

After a long time, his eyelids slowly drooped, his head lowered, and he laughed awkwardly, and said, "I see, Mr. Ye."

He was really improper just now, thinking that Ye Ting was the one who could shout Demacia long live with him before.

How could he forget it?

Ye Ting was now a real dragon walking on the cloud.

And he was just a loach still struggling in the mud.

When Ye Ting was twenty years old, he loved him as he loved life.

But now Ye Ting, would have liked to take a broom and chase him out of his life, like driving a stray dog, even smashing and beating, without listening to his wailing, ruthlessly drove him out of his life, so as not to be in his glory. Dirt in his life history.

He was delusional and arrogant.

Ye Ting looked at Yang Jiali who was suddenly silent, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly: "There are still five minutes, so please speak up."

Yang Jiali twisted his fingers: "I am here today. Actually, there is something, that..."

Ye Ting: "Four minutes."

Yang Jiali: "I now bring a combination to sign with a brokerage company under your group, but the boss told me that the group is going to cut the project, so we are likely to be disbanded. I want to say if you can give us a chance, we promise that we will work hard to make money for the company and the report is over."

Ye Ting snorted coldly, "His mouth is quick."

Yang Jiali: "Forced by life."

Ye Ting snorted again without answering immediately.

He stood up and got close to Yang Jiali. He was about to speak. He suddenly smelled a faint drunk odor on Yang Jiali's body, and his face sank appallingly: "You drank again?"

Yang Jiali nodded stupidly: "Before going out, I had a drink for two."

It was normal for a strong man to set off for the front line. It was normal for Yang to find his ex-boyfriend to be brave.

Ye Ting looked terrible, and his voice was quenched, "I remember that you used to hate people who are full of alcohol the most. Why have you become so tacky now? You are not at all like you back then."

Yang Jiali bore the sting of Mr Ye's words.

He scratched his head and said with a smile: "Back then, people were ignorant of the heights and heights of the earth. People wanted to grow up. I couldn't be willful for a lifetime. I was almost out of work and could not have a meal. I had to bow my head and be a grandson. How to trample it."

Ye Ting pressed his lips tightly and lit a cigarette for a long while.

Yang Jiali looked at him: "Ye Ting, can you give me a word."

Ye Ting just smoked without saying a word.

Yang Jiali gritted his teeth, took out a few crumpled pieces of paper from his pocket, spread them out in front of Ye Ting's eyes: "Or you can take a look at this. This is a planning book I wrote, planning our group for the next two years. For the direction of development, I promise, I'll do whatever it takes to change the ship. I will never let the company lose money.

Ye Ting stared at the planning book in Yang Jiali's hand for a long time.

He raised his hand and took the planning book.

Then he threw it back to Yang Jiali without mercy: "Take it, don't look at it."

The planning book fell to the ground.

Yang Jiali squatted down and picked up the planning book, carefully flattened it, and handed it to Ye Ting again, begging slightly: "I wrote it all night, so you can take a look, just take a look, please."

Ye Ting pinched out the cigarette butt in the glass jar.

He looked directly at Yang Jiali: "Really? Want me to help you? "

"Yes."

Ye Ting nodded: "Okay, I can help you."

Yang Jiali's eyes lit up.

Before he could say thank you, Ye Ting went on to say, "I have a request. If you do it, I will help you."

Yang Jiali now had nowhere to go, let alone a request, he had to agree to even ten: "You say."

Ye Ting gave Yang Jiali a deep look.

He took the calendar from the table and pointed to one of the days with a red circle: "What kind of day is this, you know."

When Yang Jiali saw the date, his heart jumped.

It was his birthday.

When he and Ye Ting were still together, Ye Ting always paid too much attention to his birthday. Cake and gifts were normal. Besides, Ye Ting always had other special arrangements to please him.

Yang Jiali still remembered the last birthday Ting gave him, and they were waiting for the sunrise on the top of Fengshan Mountain together on the eve of his birthday.

Yang Jiali asked him: "It's just a birthday. Why is it so grand? It's so embarrassing."

Ye Ting embraced him, and whispered: "My baby's birthday must be grand. If you are be unhappy for a second, otherwise it's my failure. How can I be willing?"

The sun slowly came out from under the mountain line, and the brilliant light shone through the world in an instant. Ye Ting kissed Yang Jiali's red ear and said seriously: "Happy birthday, baby. I love you."

At that moment, Yang Jiali felt that he was so happy that he could grow two wings and fly into the sky.

He broke free from the memory, looked at the date on the calendar, and hesitated with embarrassment: "This, this is my..."

"Yes," Ye Ting suddenly smiled, with a soft smile, "This is the day of Xiaoxia's graduation ceremony."

Yang Jiali's heart tightened: "Huh?"

"Xia Xia, that's the boy you saw in the hall just now," Ye Ting said with a smile, "He is going to graduate this year in his senior year, and the graduation ceremony is on this day."

The expression on Yang Jiali's face slowly stiffened, for a long time: "...That's it, I thought it was...haha, it's okay, it's okay."

Ye Ting was full of helpless emotions: "Xia Xia's character is very noisy, and the child has a temperament. He particularly values this graduation ceremony. If I don't give him something he likes, I'm probably going to yell at me again."

Yang Jiali tried his best to keep smiling: "It should be, it should be."

Ye Ting put his hands on the table and looked at Yang Jiali: "So, you help me think about what graduation gift I should give Xiaoxia."

Yang Jiali raised his eyelids, and his eyes were bloodshot from staying up all night.

Ye Ting's eyes were deep, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked: "If you do this and choose a gift that makes Xiao Xia happy, I'll help you, how about?"

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