Cultivation Shura Field

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301. Chapter 299 298 This is a marathon

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[…In summary, Soni Music’s biggest appeal is the right to distribute music, as well as some copyrights. The help they can provide is music connections and a library of lyrics and music to choose from, and they will also provide professional agent services. However, the so-called agent service may imply room for maneuver, and the specific value of other help also needs further consideration. At present, the other party has only provided an intention agreement, and many terms are vague, which needs to be discussed and followed up. ]

Seeing this, Song Huaifeng raised his head and looked at the girl in front of him, and said, "You write well!"

Song Xingye smiled and said, "It's good that there is no big problem. Dad, do you see if there is anything else you need to add?"

Song Huaifeng shook his head: "No, you basically said everything I wanted to say. In some places, you are more careful than me. The intention analysis is more detailed than I thought."

Song Xingye stood up: "Well, I'll go cook. My mom will be back soon. She said she wants to eat the loofah soup I made. What do you want to eat, Dad?"

"Just cook something... Never mind, just make me some shredded pork with fish flavor."

"Okay." Song Xingye agreed obediently and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Song Huaifeng just sat there, lost in thought.

He used to think his daughter was great. She was cute and well-behaved, and her grades were good. She didn't need adults to worry about her, and she didn't need any tutoring or tutoring. But now it seems that this girl is still making progress, becoming more mature and sensible every day... But his daughter's motivation for self-improvement makes him, as a father, feel quite complicated.

After being in a daze for a long time, Song Huaifeng stood up and walked to the narrow kitchen door.

Song Xingye was busy cutting vegetables at this time.

Her movements were not fast, but they were well organized and she took each one very seriously.

When she finished cutting the fungus and put down the kitchen knife, Song Huaifeng asked, "Should I send the results of your work to Mr. Xu later?"

Song Xingye turned around and said, "This is your job assignment. You decide."

Song Huaifeng: "But that's what you did. Don't you want me to say a few more words for you so that Mr. Xu will look at you with new eyes?"

The girl smiled and said, "Of course that's great."

Song Huaifeng was puzzled by her calm expression. In his impression, children aged 16 or 17 are often very emotional, especially when they meet someone of the opposite sex they like, they always want to do something touching. But this girl has done some serious work, but she has no intention of taking credit. This is obviously a bit strange.

So he couldn't help but ask: "Xingye, tell me the truth. Do you like Xu Zhe?"

The girl was stunned for two seconds, looking calm and unconcerned, and asked back: "Do I have any reason to hate him?"

Song Huaifeng shook his head: "You know what I mean, there's no need to pretend with me."

Song Xingye couldn't hold it in any longer. She carefully looked at her father's expression and said tentatively, "Xu Zhe has helped me a lot. Of course, I am very grateful to him."

"Are you grateful..."

Then both father and daughter fell silent.

After a short silence, Song Xingye pointed to the chopping board and said, "Dad, if you have nothing else to do, I'll cook first."

"Okay, then I'll send your work to Xu Zhe. And tell him that you did it all."

Having said this, Song Huaifeng finally saw a hint of joy in his daughter's eyes.

Then he added: "What I want to say is that no matter how great Xu Zhe is, our family can't just stand up straight because we have received help. I have been in the research institute for so long, and the biggest lesson I learned is that it doesn't matter how much you have done. What matters is that you have to let the leaders know that you have done so much. Do you understand?"

Song Xingye smiled and said, "Don't worry, Dad, I understand."

Song Huaifeng nodded, turned and walked away.

Song Xingye took a carrot and placed it on the chopping board. He picked up the knife and muttered to himself inaudibly, "This is a marathon. There's no need to rush. There's no point rushing..."

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At dinner time, Xu Zhe walked out of the community and got into Shen Lan's car.

Then the two of them came to the seafood buffet in the south of the city. Someone was clearly here for the second time, but had to pretend it was his first time.

"Xu Zhe, look, this lobster is so big, and it's still alive..."

"You still need to queue up to get this fried steak."

"There's beer. It looks good, but it's a pity that neither of us can drink it."

Shen Lan was in high spirits and kept talking to him.

After they both sat down, Shen Lan asked again: "What's wrong with you? Are you not interested in the seafood buffet?"

Xu Zhe laughed and said, "How is that possible?"

Shen Lan: "But I think you seem a little absent-minded..."

Xu Zhe: "I'm just wondering what to eat first. Buffets are particular, the best and most expensive things are often snapped up the fastest, so you have to be quick. But you can't eat too much of the same thing over and over again, or you'll get sick of it. You'll still need some fruit or drinks to help you feel less greasy."

Shen Lan burst out laughing: "Why are you so fussy? Hey, get this straight. You are the boss of two companies with a monthly turnover of several million. Are you still fussing about whether you can make back the money you spent on this buffet for a few hundred yuan?"

Xu Zhe smiled and said, "No matter how much money you make, as long as you start eating buffet, you will think about how to make it back. This is the fun of buffet."

What he couldn't say was that when he looked at the dazzling array of dishes just now, he couldn't help but think of the two girls who came to eat with him last time, especially Song Xingye.

Now that he thought about it, he and Shen Lan had made another breakthrough during this winter vacation, and although Tang Lingfei was still a little confused, she had also taken a big step forward. Only Song Xingye seemed to be standing still.

This made Xu Zhe a little worried - had he neglected Xiao Ye? Could it be that the clever girl had already guessed her rival's move and was thinking of quitting?

Before this year, Xu Zhe didn't want these girls to chase him too closely. But now that he has made up his mind to step into the Shura Field, he feels that he should treat them equally, at least not be too partial to one and not too partial to the other.

Although it seemed a bit too much to think so, he didn't want any girl to be left behind.

Shen Lan held her chin with one hand, stared at him, and said with a smile: "Is eating a buffet like a game?"

Xu Zhe: "How about competing with me to see who can make more money?"

Shen Lan shook her head: "No, I definitely eat less than you, and..."

Xu Zhe: “And what?”

The girl blinked shyly and said softly, "I don't want to eat too much in front of you."

Facing her affectionate gaze, Xu Zhe swallowed his saliva, and the long-lost feeling of guilt surged up again - she was only thinking about maintaining a good image in front of him, but he was thinking about other girls?

This is not right.

So Xu Zhe decided that at least when they were face to face, he should still concentrate.

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302. Chapter 300 299 Green, but

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When Xu Zhe had finished most of the buffet, he went to the bathroom.

Standing in front of the sink, he rinsed his mouth and washed his face with clean water, then took out his cell phone.

While eating, he noticed that his pocket vibrated two or three times. However, he was busy eating and spending time with Shen Lan, so he didn't take out his phone to check.

He thought that the person who was looking for him was either another girl or work-related. But when he took out his phone and looked at it, he found that it was both.

The message was sent by Song Huaifeng:

[Mr. Xu, I have sent the agreement, analysis and summary from Soni to your email. The analysis and summary were not done by me, but by Xingye. I checked it and she did a good job. You can take a look at it when you have time.]

Xu Zhe stared at his phone for two seconds.

The work that Song Xingye helped do?

It turns out that she was not backing down, but was thinking of a roundabout way to attack?

Xu Zhe immediately guessed her intention. After all, Shen Lan was already a business partner and had helped him achieve a huge breakthrough; Tang Lingfei had also shown her value and might even be noticed by giants like Soni Music. But Song Xingye seemed to be able to only help him in daily life, acting as a little maid or something like that...

Now it seems that she is obviously unwilling to accept this.

Xu Zhe put away his phone and decided to look at Xiao Ye's work results after dinner. After all, he still had a main task about Shen Lan tonight, which he had not yet completed.

He walked out of the bathroom and returned to the dining table.

Shen Lan saw him coming over and waved: "I got another steak, can you still eat it...eh?"

To the girl's surprise, Xu Zhe did not sit down opposite her, but sat down next to her.

Then Xu Zhe held her hand and smiled, "Have you forgotten? Who told me to kiss you?"

Shen Lan's eyes widened. But the surprise in her eyes turned into anxiety after a second or two.

"No, no, I was just eating scallops, let me rinse my mouth first!"

Xu Zhe: "It's okay, I don't mind."

"Is it okay for me to despise myself? Okay, you went to the bathroom just now to rinse your mouth, right? Move aside, let me pass!"

Shen Lan picked up the drink and took a sip, then stood up without saying a word, stepped over his legs, and ran straight to the bathroom.

Two minutes later, she came back.

"You... move a little further inside."

Xu Zhe listened to her and moved inside.

Shen Lan sat down next to him. Because she was shy, she turned her head and looked around. She was basically sure that no one was peeping at her, so she felt relieved.

However, just as she looked away, she saw the boy's face rapidly enlarged and approaching in her field of vision.

Before she could react, she felt something blocking her lips. The touch was gentle and warm, and she couldn't help but want to respond.

Shen Lan responded by opening her arms and hugging him tightly.

Xu Zhe also hugged her, and then fell back, lying on his back with his upper body, letting Shen Lan press on him. Last night, it seemed to be the same, she was on top, lying on top of him.

The girl couldn't help wanting more, but she didn't know how to express this feeling. She just felt that the love was stuck in her chest, making her breathing a little sluggish. She wanted to vent, but she could only hug him tighter and press her lips tighter...

Xu Zhe did know how to go deeper. But he had only heard about the French kiss and even the tricks that went further, and seen them in short videos. The group members' discussions were too general and subjective, and those short videos were a bit fake.

When facing a girl who deeply loves him, Xu Zhe finds that it is difficult to apply all the theoretical knowledge. He is afraid of being too reckless and abrupt, and scaring the other person.

Because Xu Zhe also cares about her.

Just like that, a naive but lingering kiss. When their lips parted, they couldn't help but gasp for breath, especially Shen Lan. After all, she didn't exercise as often as Xu Zhe, so her lung capacity was very limited.

Shen Lan leaned on his shoulder and whispered, "I used to see people kissing in movies and it didn't seem like a big deal. But, is this actually so comfortable?"

Xu Zhe murmured: "This is the first time I know this too..."

Shen Lan grabbed his collarbone and asked, "You like it too, right?"

Xu Zhe: "This is not like you."

Shen Lan: "What's not like me?"

Xu Zhe: "Just now you said 'it's so comfortable', and I said 'it's the first time I know this too', which means that I feel the same way as you do -"

Shen Lan gently hit him on the chest, interrupting him.

The girl's tone was slightly shy and annoyed: "Who asked you to do semantic logic analysis with me? I want to ask you a few more questions, is that not okay?"

is it not OK?

That little question, sounding like a word of coquettishness to Xu Zhe's ears, had a magical power that made people feel numb.

Xu Zhe hugged her tightly again and rubbed her head with his cheek: "Of course."

Shen Lan lowered her head contentedly and lay on his chest, and she stayed like this for a long time.

But suddenly, Xu Zhe slapped his forehead and said, "The steak is getting cold."

Shen Lan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Why do you always care about these things..."

Xu Zhe sat up and said, "Don't waste food. Take it all. Let's finish this steak first."

Shen Lan: "You take care of it. I can't eat anymore."

At this time, they both sat up, but Shen Lan still clung to him, not wanting to separate.

The chef had already cut the steak on the plate into several small pieces, so diners didn't need to use a knife, just a fork or chopsticks to eat.

Xu Zhe used chopsticks. He ate two pieces first, then turned around and asked, "Luckily it's not cold, it's still warm. Would you like one too?"

Shen Lan shook her head: "No, I really can't eat it."