Chapter 202：Perfect Destiny

Zhou Yun Sheng strode towards the man, neatly dodging around the black cladded bodyguards who emerged to intercept him. He grabbed the man by his collar and turned him around, then aimed a punch at his extraordinarily handsome face.

"Zong Yi, fuck your ancestors! You kicked me out without even asking my opinion? Don't you remember our vows? I'll fucking kick your ass!" His red eyes were sad, angry, and ecstatic from their reunion. He wanted to ruthlessly beat the man up, then passionately kiss him.

He'll definitely torture him!

The man was very stunned, he reflexively raised his fist to counterattack, to punch the younger man's pretty face, but at the last second, he inexplicably paused, lowering his hand for an unknown reason.

The bodyguards immediately ran up to him, one of them wanted to draw his pistol, but his boss' cold glance stopped him.

The man collected his thoughts and escaped the younger man's attack, clasped his arms behind his back as gently as possible, then pressed him onto the floor. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Who are you? Why did you attack me?"

"What did you say?" Zhou Yun Sheng craned his neck to look, astonished.

"I asked who you were, and why you attacked me." If it was another individual, the man would have already interrogated the other person through torture, and flay their skin a few thousand times, but at present, he unexpectedly felt very patient. He explored the younger man's handsome, yokai face a few times with a searching gaze, then finally settled on the burning, angry flame in his bright and unusual peach blossom eyes.

This pair of eyes were filled with shock, anger, disappointment, sadness, and worry, but no malice. The younger man unconsciously frowned, his expression aggrieved, as if the man had done a very unforgivable thing to him.

The man repeatedly searched his memory for impressions of the youth, but found that he had never seen him before. Such a beautiful a face, such bright eyes, even if he'd just met him once, he could never forget him.

"Who are you?" He eagerly wanted to resolve this question.

Zhou Yun Sheng quickly recovered from his shock, continuously comforting himself: Even the Queen has data regression, it's normal for his lover's memory to also have a problem. It doesn't matter, slowly, one day, he will remember everything.

His dark eyes dimmed a little.

The man had naturally heard his roar. Was the name Zong Yi? It seemed credible that this was a case of mistaken identity, but of course, the main reason he chose to believe the youth was because of his malice free eyes.

"Zong Yi, what's his relationship with you?" The man was also very concerned about this point.

"It's none of your business!" You dare ask this when you don't even remember me? Zhou Yun Sheng wrenched himself out of the clamp, rubbed his sore arms and turned to leave. The bodyguards wanted to come forward to block him, but the man stopped them. His face expressionless, he stared intently at the younger man's retreating back, his eyes slowly dulling.

Zhou Yun Sheng's impulsive actions were, of course, motivated by a fit of anger, before he even left the lobby, he started regretting it. He hurriedly turned back, saw that the man was still at the front desk, and immediately ran over.

"Hey, you, give me your business card. I attacked you unprovoked today, so I'll take you out to dinner another day."

His voice faded, and the experienced bodyguards, who felt that they had found out his true motives, glared at him with contemptuous eyes. So that act was just an excuse to gain a foothold with the boss, but this person's climbing methods were particularly novel, the risk was huge, he could accidentally start a feud.

They started rolling up their sleeves, getting restless, wanting to throw the man out as soon as their boss ordered it.

The taller man stared deeply at him, then took out a card of fine workmanship and handed it over. He seemed to think of something, took it back, then borrowed a ballpoint pen from the front desk and wrote out a string of phone numbers on the card.

"This is my private number, it can be reached 24/7."

Zhou Yun Sheng gave a proud little smirk. He could see that there were two deep gullies between his lover's brows, he should be a very cold man, very difficult to approach. But after only meeting him for a short time, he was willing to give him his private number, enough to prove that his feelings for him hadn't reset.

Whoever you are, even if you have amnesia, in the end, you can't escape my hook. He sweetly fluttered his peach blossom eyes up at the man and raised his business card to print a kiss on it, then he slowly walked away.

Yi Zheng? Nice name. No occupation? I'll check when I get back.

Seeing the young man walking away unharmed after flirting outrageously with their boss, the bodyguards exposed stunned expressions, but then an even more horrifying event occurred. Their nicknamed 'The Robot' boss' ears, when hit by the younger man's electric eyes and blown kiss, had unexpectedly reddened deeply.

He stood there expressionlessly, as if he was unmoved, but his blood red earlobes had long betrayed his bewilderedness.

"Sir, your check-in is complete. The room number is 1888, the elevator is to your right." The concierge promptly relieved Yi Zheng from his embarrassment. He was about to walk away when he noticed a waitress anxiously trotting over from the restaurant at the opposite side of the hotel lobby, holding a bill in her hand.

"Manager, the guest that just got into a fight skipped out on the bill, what should I do?" She looked very nervous, if she couldn't find the guest that had escaped the bill, the money would come out of her paycheck. The guest had spent a few thousands, almost her month's wages, and the female guest had vanished without a trace as soon as he'd run off, like they had made an appointment. How could she have guessed such a noble looking guest would be a dine and dashing hoodlum?

The concierge had recognized Zhou Yun Sheng, he waved his hand and said, "It's all right, that was Mr. Zhou. He must have forgotten, we'll send the bill to his company."

Yi Zheng pulled out a black card and handed it over, "I'll pay for him. What was his name again?"

"Thank you, Mr. Yi. He is ZHOU Science and Technology's young master, a celebrity in our Y City." The manager recalled Chief Zhou's recent media gossip and couldn't help but sigh in regret.

If you grow up like that, you can't be unremarkable ah.

Yi Zheng nodded, took back the card and strolled away, when he entered his room he immediately sent a bodyguard to check the youth's background. He was not suspecting him, he just wanted to know more about him, this desire came from the deepest part of his soul, he couldn't restrain it.

At the same time, Zhou Yun Sheng was using 008 to find his lover's identity. Yi Zheng, overseas Chinese returning home, huge gambling business in the United States, a worldwide gambling tycoon. At this time, China wanted to allocate a certain province to develop the gambling industry, he was invited to come invest.

As everyone could guess, the background of people who ran gambling businesses was certainly not clean. Yi Zheng's family was the founder of the U.S' largest Chinese gang, although it's already been washed white, its influence couldn't be underestimated.

This was all expected, after all, he was a high-end program equivalent to the Queen, each of his identities have been very prominent. This guy has no memories, stranded here, what exactly does he plan to do?

Pondering for a long time, Zhou Yun Sheng suddenly felt that he was being senseless. Without his memories, how could his lover know that he was just a string of data? To him, he was a flesh and blood man, he also had to live and work.

So Zhou Yun Sheng, you must treat him as a flesh and blood man. He has feelings, he can feel broken-hearted, sadness, joy, and anger. He is the same as you, he also needs understanding and affection.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yun Sheng was even more determined to return to reality with his lover. He touched 008 on his earlobe, suddenly coming up with a big, and bold idea.

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After Meng Wan left the hotel, she immediately called Fang Zhifei to tell him that the game's copyright had already been registered, so the data they had stolen was now garbage. If they used the code to develop a game, ZHOU would certainly sue them.

A small company of a dozen employees, how could it be ZHOU this monster's opponent. Fang Zhifei hung up the phone and directly broke the flash drive that was loading data onto his computer in half.

He carefully apologized to his business partners, promising to recover the losses in the shortest possible time, otherwise, he would transfer his own shares to them for free. Because of his sincerity, the partners agreed.

Xiao Sun had resigned and returned to his hometown after stealing the data, just as he entered his house, he was arrested by several police officers for stealing company secrets. He couldn't figure out who he had sold the information to, and the police didn't ask for other information, so he could only quietly wait for the person who had purchased the secrets to emerge. The news that Xiao Sun was imprisoned stimulated his seriously ill father, and the elderly man refused medical treatment, passing away a few days later. He'd believed that his illness had dragged his son down, otherwise, his boy wouldn't have done such unlawful things.

Zhou Yun Sheng crossed Xiao Sun's name off his revenge list. In the last life he'd helped make him miserable, so in this life he also took away his happiness. He took a bath and turned over the clothes in his wardrobe to pick out the most decent suit, then he stood in front of a French window as he called Yi Zheng.

"Hey, its Zhou Yun Sheng, remember me?"

Yi Zheng was holding a stack of information, all printed photos of Zhou Yun Sheng's engagements with various starlets, his expression was extremely gloomy.

"I don't remember, who is Zhou Yun Sheng?" He opened coldly.

"Oh, well forget it." Zhou Yun Sheng said bluntly and hung up.

Yi Zheng almost crushed the phone. He stared at the black screen, seriously considering whether to dial back. Just as he hovered over the keypad, the ringtone sounded again.

"I got into a fight with you at the hotel, you forgot so soon?"

"So that was you." Yi Zheng was secretly relieved, warning himself not to speak so contentiously next time.

"I want to have that dinner date I promised, do you have time?"

"When?"

"How about now?"

Yi Zheng glanced at his itinerary and nodded, "That's doable."

"I'll pick you up." Zhou Yun Sheng hung up the phone in high spirits.

Yi Zheng promptly made his secretary postpone all his appointments for the evening, and opened up his closet. He stared at the monotone, lacking variety in style, black suits, and couldn't help but reveal a distressed expression.