那夜，方亦城的车停在楼下直到天明，车里烟头明灭，他一夜无眠。                                                                                                             七年之前，也是这样一个晴朗无云的夜晚，他翻进顾家的高墙，从窗户进到三楼，想要带她一起去美国。                                                                                                             那时，他的任务已经完成，全身而退，顾博云被隔离审查，尽管没有直接的证据指证他，可是顾家的败落已经注定。                                                                                                             顾烟那时刚刚知道他的身份，恨他入骨，怎么都不肯跟他走，两个人拉拉扯扯时，阮无双，他们亲热的称呼阮姨的人，铁青着脸冲了进来，不由分说给了顾烟一个耳光，又咬牙切齿的掏出枪对着方亦城的脑袋。                                                                                                             阮无双要方亦城si。                                                                                                             可最后，si的人却是她。                                                                                                             顾烟sisi抱住她，声嘶力竭的赶走了方亦城。顾家的众人听到房里的动静跑进来时，方亦城已经走了，可是，那个温柔善良，深ai着丈夫和两个非己出nv儿的阮姨，面se铁青，一动不动，身t渐渐冷下去，冷下去……                                                                                                             她的心脏有旧疾。                                                                                                             她si在了顾烟的怀里。                                                                                                             后来梁氏出面，很大动静的保住了顾博云。                                                                                                             顾博云回来时，阮无双的笑凝结在墙上冰冷的照片里。                                                                                                             顾博云狂怒，拿着阮无双的枪，抵着顾烟的头，将她赶出了顾家。                                                                                                             那之后，方亦城怎么也找不到顾烟了。                                                                                                             再后来，他被放逐到家族势力不及的南边。                                                                                                             再再后来，他在刻骨的思念和反复的筹谋里一个人生活。                                                                                                             如果可以重来，方亦城愿意当时si在阮姨枪下。                                                                                                             而不是现在这样，对着ai入骨髓的人说：那个nv孩叫什么——长的很可ai。                                                                                                             哪里可ai？这世上，有谁能b得过你在我心里美丽可ai？                                                                                                             如果这份工作有什么让顾烟不满意的，就是应酬了。酒桌上谈事情，虽说是商场的惯例，可是这推杯换盏，她真的不适应。                                                                                                             公司的业务员是个叫老马的男人，三十多岁，是个交际高手。                                                                                                             换句话说，太能闹腾了。                                                                                                             顾烟红着脸，字斟句酌的向跪坐在椅子上的日本武士翻译老马的颜se笑话，田中桑边听边一本正经中气十足的“害！害！害！”                                                                                                             代理商老王是个瘦高的男人，一口龇的嚣张的h牙，顾烟一个晚上就盯着他的筷子伸进了哪个菜里，然后敬而远之。                                                                                                             “这位漂亮的翻译小姐怎么不喝酒呀？”老王举杯，还附赠了一个自以为帅气的眨眼。                                                                                                             顾烟恶寒。还是也举了举杯，抿了一口。                                                                                                             “哎哎哎，老马，翻译小姐不给面子啊！”矛头转向老马，老马瞄了顾烟一眼，尴尬的笑笑，“王总，我们家的小业务员儿——neng着呢，您担待点！”                                                                                                             “neng好哇，我就喜欢neng的！”一桌子的人会意的哈哈大笑。                                                                                                             顾烟气的头晕，实在很想过去把老王那颗头按在桌上那盆王八汤里。                                                                                                             身边的田中桑还好求甚解，“真的很好笑吗？那个笑话？”                                                                                                             “这可不行，翻译小姐，哎，小姐哎！可得大方点儿！”老王咬着小姐两个字，引的又一阵哄堂大笑。                                                                                                             老马出来打圆场，“顾烟，就跟王总g一杯吧！”                                                                                                             顾烟索x放下酒杯，冷了脸甩出两个字，“不会。”                                                                                                             老马脸se更尴尬，也不用杯子了，拿起桌上的大半瓶酒，“王总，我们顾烟是真不会喝。您看这么着成么——我替她喝!”                                                                                                             老王yyan怪气的冷哼，“你是小姐么？”                                                                                                             屋子里正笑的翻天，一个y恻恻的声音响起，“那我替她喝，成、么、王、总？”                                                                                                             老王笑的嘴角都咧开，看到来人，笑容就扭曲在脸上了，“秦总！”老王的公司隶属于梁氏，他当然见过秦宋。                                                                                                             秦宋烦躁的扯开领带，大步走到桌边拿起一大瓶酒，在一屋子的寂静里全数灌了下去，嘭的一声摔了瓶子，厉声道：“这样成么！”                                                                                                             老王早吓的腿软，听秦宋问话忙点头如捣蒜，又被秦宋眼里的狠se吓了一跳，摇头摇的像拨浪鼓。                                                                                                             秦宋细长的桃花眼yy凉凉的看了眼满脸通红的顾烟，冷笑了声，大步出去了。                                                                                                             屋子里的人视线都被引到顾烟的脸上，都是人jing，知道这秦宋是为了顾烟而来。当下老王吓的瘫软，被人半搀半扶的送走。                                                                                                             老马一脸郁闷，敬畏的眼神飘来飘去，怎么就倒霉成这样啊？以为供着个秦桑是菩萨，不能使唤，那就再招一个，哪里晓得这一尊来头也不小。                                                                                                             顾烟看老马看她的眼神和看秦桑是一个样的了，秦宋临走时那怨恨的眼神和他的交缠，心里就堵成一团。                                                                                                             她在走廊里喊住了秦宋。                                                                                                             “有何指教？”秦宋冷着脸。                                                                                                             “你什么意思！”她与他和李微然都是一起闹惯的，倒一时也没觉得口气有什么不好。                                                                                                             秦宋又是一声冷笑，“你以为我愿意帮你，要不是四哥五哥守着咱哥走不开，我还不愿意来呢。”                                                                                                             顾烟心跳漏了一拍，“梁飞凡怎么了？”                                                                                                             “没什么，”秦宋露出一贯的恶魔笑容，“就是快si了而已。”