MTL - I’m a Professional at Seducing Rivals In Love [Quick Travel]-Chapter 111

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Zong Zi didn't wait for his farewell in the end.

When Tan Jinxue's vital signs completely disappeared, he didn't even open his eyes.

Zong Zi sat outside the ward, finishing today's vegetable and lean meat porridge in one gulp. The porridge was boiling hot, and he was afraid that the porridge would lose its aroma when it cooled down, so the heat preservation measures were done extremely well.

The mouth was so hot that blisters formed, and the porridge mixed with blood was swallowed down the throat.

You hate me and don't even want to say goodbye.

It's okay, I don't blame you.

The rescue was over after only 20 minutes. The doctors tried their best, but there was no way to recover. Tan Jinxue has no relatives, and there are only He Hua and Fang Ai outside the rescue room. The man has no expression on his face, but his hands are shaking. The girl is suppressing her crying, tears falling like rain.

They all already know the ending.

No one went to look at Zong Zi who was sitting on the side, eating porridge with a thermos in his arms.

The light above the emergency room went out, and when the doctor came out and shook his head, Fang Ai slid down against the wall, hugged his knees, and buried his face in his arms.

He Hua's lips moved, but he couldn't say a word.

Zong Zi carefully put the thermos bucket back into the cotton insulation cover, then stood up, and walked over to meet the doctor's gaze.

"I helped him get dressed."

When he opened his mouth to speak, a line of blood was left along the corner of his lips, and his teeth were covered with dark red blood stains. He obviously had a childish baby face, which was so strange and ferocious at the moment that people dared not look directly at it.

In this terrifying face, what is even more frightening is the grief that destroys mountains and fills seas.

His world has been destroyed.

Even though the doctor was used to such farewells, he still couldn't bear to look away.

Patients who are ineffective in rescue are usually not very good-looking. The patient's body will be dressed by family members.

He Hua moved forward slightly, but finally stopped. He watched Zong Zi walk into that door, his normally straight shoulders showed a bit of slump.

He knew Tan Jinxue very well, so he knew who that person wanted to appear at this time.

Zong Zi dressed Tan Jinxue and smiled. The rescue table was very high, and after he knelt down on one knee, he could just see the man's hand hanging down in front of him.

His hands were still slender, white and soft, but they were less warm than usual.

Zong Zi suddenly sighed. He whispered, "Talking about Jinxue, my stomach hurts."

In the past, he used this method in exchange for Tan Jinxue to run forward and backward for himself, meticulous. In the future, there will be no such opportunities.

His hands were too cold to cover him.

Zong Zi put his head on the edge of the cold rescue lift, and after a while, he raised his face. The corners of his eyes were obviously red, but he was still smiling.

The young man gently and tenderly placed a kiss on the dead man's hand.

His warm lips touched Tan Jinxue's knuckles, like a dream being shattered, like heaven and earth collapsing.

All the grief, all the pain, all in one kiss.

After Zong Zi kissed, there was no more sadness on his face. He digs and digs, and takes out a small box from his pocket.

It was still a simple and elegant black velvet box without any extra decorations, and it was two circles smaller than the box he gave the watch. Inside is red padding.

On it is a ring.

He carefully put the silver ring on Tan Jinxue's ring finger.

"Since you don't want to say goodbye, let's... just keep entangled like this for the rest of our lives."

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There were many celebrities at President Chengze's funeral. Almost half of the upper-class people were present. No matter how many treacherous thoughts were ready to move in private, the fall of the business elite was still regretted by everyone.

Just when the outside world generally believed that Chengze was about to face a precarious situation, the board of directors of Chengze decided on the new executive president at a shocking speed.

Tan Jinxue, who founded Chengze with one hand, transferred all the shares to He Hua, the former first secretary, in his will.

Chengze is now the new president.

As soon as the young president took office, he focused on promoting cooperation with Brightoil, and Chengze's business tentacles finally extended to Europe, which was monopolized by established jewelry companies. For a moment, He Hua was like a trapeze man, commuting between several continents, and Cheng Ze's reputation became more and more famous as he traveled.

Zong Zi, the most famous designer of Chengze, once again won three gold medals in international competitions. Chengze's products were immediately flocked to by domestic dignitaries, laying the foundation for the future high-end luxury line.

Fang Ai, a newcomer to design, made his mark and took over the title of chief designer of Chengze from Zong Zi at the age of 26.

In the next ten years, Chengze stepped up again. This cutting-edge force should never be underestimated. It has become an unstoppable international jeweler.

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The evening news was broadcast on the TV in the small restaurant. The young female designer had won an international competition, and her confident and bright smile filled the screen. Ms. Fang, Chengze's chief designer, broke the record of being the youngest gold medal winner in an international competition, and is now a gem-level designer.

Two diners eating noodles discuss—

"This girl is really amazing! She won such a big prize before she turned 30!"

"Hey, isn't that right! Didn't you hear that the gold medalist whose record was broken by her used to be Chengze's designer, and he was an all-powerful figure back then! It is said that Chengze's success today is due to his designs! "

"Hey, why is Chengze now the girl in charge? Where is that person?"

"Who knows, it shouldn't be time to retire at a young age."

"Maybe he has traveled around the world. Those who are engaged in art are a little nervous, so they leave as soon as they say..."

After the two chatted, the noodles in the bowl were also sucked away, and they picked up the bowl with a lot of satisfaction, drank the remaining noodle soup in one gulp, and then left contentedly rubbing their bellies to pay the bill.

Although the store is small, it has a strange temper. The closing time may not be accurate.

Zizania rice porridge with shrimps, filet mignon, dragon beard noodles.

Sometimes they sell breakfast, mostly fried toast or vegetable porridge.

There are only a few items, neither Chinese nor Western, and the boss sells whatever he wants, regardless of the wishes of the customers. But it's strange, just these dishes on the menu are so delicious that people can swallow their tongues.

The guy who helps in the store is surnamed Tan, and he comes here from his hometown in the countryside to make a living.

Xiao Tan is very satisfied with his job. Although the boss has a strange temper, he never loses his temper.

But Xiao Tan recently learned an astonishing secret, which made him feel extra nervous every time he faced his boss.

His boss...actually has no sense of taste.

This is nothing to ordinary people, but the key point is that the actual chef of this restaurant is the owner himself!

He didn't know why, the boss only insisted on making those few dishes, it was just a quirk of this smiling, taciturn boss. Xiao Tan has been running the restaurant in this small shop for three years, and watched the boss cook these few dishes thousands of times, if not thousands of times.

He thought the boss must be an eccentric foodie.

Until one time he couldn't help it, he secretly tasted a dish of Kung Pao Chicken left over from the boss's meal.

This is also the first time Xiao Tan has tasted salty and bitter Kung Pao Chicken.

But he clearly saw that the boss ate half of the plate without changing his face.

Later, he couldn't help but notice how the boss was cooking.

The boss is so familiar with those delicious dishes that he seems to be able to cook them with his eyes closed, but he never tastes them. At first, Xiao Tan only thought it was the chef's confidence in his craft, but now he realized that the boss didn't try it because he couldn't taste it at all!

When cooking for himself, the boss is often very casual and perfunctory. Once Xiao Tan watched a small half bottle of soy sauce being poured into the pot, but the boss ate the black food that could not distinguish the essence!

Xiao Tan was troubled by such questions—

If a person can't taste sweet, sour, bitter, hot, salty, then how much deep memory is needed to make those few dishes delicious, and even do it a thousand times, ten thousand times!

Curious in his heart, he lifted the curtain and poked his head in.

The boss was sitting at the dining table watching TV. It was the news that the young designer had won the gold medal. Xiao Tan saw the boss smiling.

"Boss, I'm off work first."

Xiao Tan watched the boss wave his hands without looking back, heaved a sigh of relief, and prepared to leave. In the dim light, something flickered in the boss's hand.

Xiao Tan suspected that it was a ring.

In these years, I haven't seen the boss has a family or something?

Xiao Tan thought about going back to the rented place to watch series, so he flew away.

In the dim light of the cabin, an interview with the young designer Fang Ai is playing.

The young and promising woman already had an amazing aura with every frown and smile. She talked about her original intention of embarking on the road of design, her original idol, and the mentor she wanted to thank. When the owner of the small shop heard her name, the smile on his face deepened.

Then Fang Ai said: "Someone told me that I would become a very, very good designer." She paused, and the camera caught the light in her eyes.

"I hope he can rest assured that I did."

The shop owner smiled and turned off the TV.

In the dim light, he took a sip of wine from his glass. The smell of inferior liquor was pungent and pungent, but he didn't even frown.

Since drinking porridge scalded his throat a few years ago, he rarely spoke. The reason for the injury was really ridiculous, he was too lazy to go to the hospital, and after the delay, his taste buds gradually failed, and he couldn't sing anymore.

But he doesn't care. Keeping this small shop, cooking the same meals day after day, and smelling the little aroma on the stove is enough.

The shop owner stroked the ring on his finger. That ring is very beautiful, very unique, and the materials are finely crafted to perfection. There is no other similar ring in the market. This is the most precious thing in him.

The boss finished his drink.

Although he could no longer taste it, he was still drunk.

It's good to be drunk, to dream about people you haven't seen for a long time. He had a severe stomachache, and in his dream he asked him to rub it, which was fine.

The owner of the small shop fell asleep lying on the table, with two dimples on the doll's face.

He can also take care of himself now, he can cook the meals he has cooked as they are, and many old gourmets are full of praise. But he never thought about it, to restore his sense of taste, to taste the same taste as before.

Speaking of which, how could it be exactly the same?

Of the five flavors in the world, I only taste you.

Since you left, the world is tasteless.

The author has something to say: The author held back a big move, and asked you whether you will abuse it or not!

The next world is the army that everyone is looking forward to! Brother Xue is the King of Soldiers! Zongzi will not be as lucky as in this world, You Tan always spoils me hahhh

But the general tone of the next world is sweet! The domineering soldier king and her little milk dog love each other and heal everyone~

Because the next world will be the ending world of this article, so the ending must be he, and you don’t have to worry about eating glass slag