PPS Chapter 169

Gu Yusen had had a little to drink and didn’t realize that he’d only taken his eyes off Chu Zhaoyi for a moment, and he almost got snatched away.

[Brother Sanmu]: Chu Zhaoyi, are you done drawing? Come out.

When Chu Zhaoyi saw this message, he packed up his bag and almost ran out. They had only seen each other in the morning, and Gu Yusen had someone bring him lunch.

Gu Yusen hadn’t drunk much, and the wind cleared his head a lot. He was leaning against the car smoking, a cigarette between his fingers, the scarlet spark flickering in the darkness.

When socializing, it’s inevitable to have some worries.

He smoked a cigarette to relax.

He just didn’t expect Chu Zhaoyi to come out so quickly. He quickly put out the cigarette and threw it into the trash can next to him.

When he forced the young man to quit smoking, it was naturally for both of them, but his addiction was greater than Chu Zhaoyi’s, and he would occasionally sneak one.

If Chu Jiaojiao found out, she would throw a tantrum.

But it was too late.

Chu Zhaoyi had already seen the little red light in the darkness. He paused, standing not far from Gu Yusen, pursed his lips, walked up to Gu Yusen, and stared straight at him, his tone a little dissatisfied: “You’re smoking again.”

When Gu Yusen made him quit smoking, he had bombarded him with a lot of information about the dangers of smoking, scaring Chu Zhaoyi so much that he became even more proactive than Gu Yusen when it came to quitting.

Gu Yusen shot himself in the foot and was strictly controlled.

Gu Yusen’s heart tightened, but he pretended to be calm on his face, reached out and ruffled Chu Zhaoyi’s hair, his tone relaxed: “Just one, I just lit it when you caught me.”

Chu Zhaoyi didn’t speak, just stared at him, his eyes full of accusations and grievances, as if to say: “You promised me.”

Gu Yusen felt guilty under his gaze, coughed softly, reached out and pulled him into his arms, and coaxed in a low voice: “Okay, I won’t smoke next time, don’t be angry.”

Chu Zhaoyi leaned in his arms, smelled the faint smell of tobacco and alcohol on him, frowned, but didn’t say anything, just muttered in a low voice: “You promised.”

Gu Yusen smiled, lowered his head and kissed the top of his head: “It was Brother Sanmu’s fault, I’ll make amends to A-Yi when we get back.”

Gu Yusen didn’t say exactly how he would make amends, but pulled Chu Zhaoyi into the back seat.

“I had a little to drink, so I can’t drive. I called a driver to pick me up,” Gu Yusen explained, opening the window a little.

“Are you worried about something?” Chu Zhaoyi knew that Gu Yusen was not a man of empty words, and he also knew that his addiction was a little bigger. He didn’t expect him to quit completely at once. He guessed that something was bothering him, so he lit a cigarette.

He was the same. He liked to smoke when he was in a bad mood.

After meeting Gu Yusen, he didn’t deliberately control it, but he hardly smoked anymore.

Gu Yusen looked down at him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a warm feeling filled his heart. He reached out and pinched Chu Zhaoyi’s cheek, his tone a little more relaxed.

“It’s mainly the optimization problem of artificial intelligence algorithms. Our company’s core products need more efficient algorithm support, but the existing team is making slow progress in this area, and a lot of money has been invested, but we haven’t seen any results.”

Gu Yusen wasn’t the type who thought Chu Zhaoyi wouldn’t understand, so he wouldn’t say it.

Just like Chu Zhaoyi was keen to share his paintings with Gu Yusen, who had no aesthetic sense and knew nothing about painting.

Gu Yusen would also be keen to share the trivial matters of his business.

Similarly, the two were each other’s best listeners.