Miss Xue hasn't come up for dinner, and Mr. Feng doesn't seem to be in a good mood. Could it be that Mr. Feng and Ms. Xue haven't fallen in love with each other during the annual leave
This is not in line with Mr. Feng's always efficient style.
On Monday's board of directors, Fang Tezhu maintained the appearance of an elite special helper. Hearing the unreasonable rambles of the shareholder representatives, his heart had already flown to a distance of 18,000 miles... Sure enough, after the meeting, he was called to the president. office. Sitting behind the black lacquered desk, Feng Teng pondered for a long time and asked, "Our company is not allowed to have an office romance?"
Fang Special Assistant replied with a steady facial expression: "It seems that there is such a saying."
"Why didn't I know there was this rule?"
"It's probably based on rumors." Fang Tezhu said understandingly, "I'll find a suitable opportunity to clarify."
"No need." With his fingers tapped on the table, Feng Teng said with an expressionless face, "It is more in the interests of the company to concentrate on it."
… In fact, you are not doing well yourself, and you can’t see the smooth sailing of others. Fang Special Assistant still said with a steady expression: "Okay."
Xue Shanshan obviously didn't realize that her words forced all the lovers in the company to become cheaters. When they were having dinner at night, they didn't know that the couples in the company were worrying about their little troubles with Feng Teng, "I I have to hurry up to find a house, or it will be inconvenient to live in when my classmate's boyfriend comes back."
Feng Teng's hand paused, "Your classmate's boyfriend?"
"Yeah. Her boyfriend, Yansan, is doing an intern in another place, so I can borrow it."
Feng Teng raised his face, "Xue Shanshan, why didn't I hear you say that your classmate lives with your boyfriend?"
Shan Shan is stunned, "Didn't you say it? But there's no need to say this, he's not in City S anymore."
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"Very good." Feng Teng stopped eating, "Xue Shanshan, I have a question."
"You think I'll put you on the same bed as other men?"
Xue Shanshan opens her mouth wide. What do you mean... lying on the bed that other men lay on!
Boss, you think too much!
Xue Shanshan defends: "...It's normal to live between classmates, and her boyfriend isn't here."
Feng Teng nodded, obviously he had no intention of talking nonsense with her, and said his decision: "You stay at my place for a while until you find a house."
Xue Shanshan objected subconsciously: "No, how can I live in your place..."
Then she found that Mr. Boss's expression could not be called kind, and carefully discussed: "Or, I will use my own sheets and quilts in my classmates = ="
Look at the look, can't you
Xue Shanshan continues to discuss: "...Then I sleep on my classmate's sofa?"
"Breaking the floor?"
Feng Teng started to eat again without rushing, and suddenly asked, "Xue Shanshan, your classmate and his boyfriend are already married?"
"No."
"Do they just live together casually?"
Feng Teng frowned slightly, deliberately adding a hint of disapproval to his tone. Sure enough, Xue Shanshan immediately defended her friend: "It's nothing, my classmate is very decent, and it's normal to live with his boyfriend. Many couples are like this now."
Feng Teng nodded, "I'm glad you think so, then before you find a house, you will live in your boyfriend's house."
Shan Shan is dumbfounded, and only then realizes that she has been fooled, and the beef cow's face is full of faces... Mr. President, what will happen if you don't set people up for a day! ! !
"I was wrong, I promise to find a house within three days, and don't move around." Shan Shan folds her palms and shows pleading eyes.
"One day." Feng Teng said with a cold face, "If you can't find it tomorrow, move here."
Shan Shan nodded quickly, "Then tomorrow."
Tomorrow after tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows, Shan Shan wipes the sweat from her forehead, let’s talk about today.
After dinner, Feng Teng escorted her to the downstairs of her classmate's house as usual, Shan Shan feared that he would regret it, so she said goodbye in a hurry and ran upstairs. Sitting in the car, Feng Teng watched her go upstairs, took out his mobile phone, and called his financial advisor.
Shan Shan feels very strange.
She just registered with the agency for renting a house, and only after walking a few hundred meters, she actually received a call from the landlord
"Is it Miss Xue?"
"Yes you are?"
"Oh, hello Miss Xue, my surname is Jiang, you can call me Xiao Jiang, do you want to rent a house? I happen to have a house to rent out, and the conditions are very in line with your requirements."
"Uh, how do you know my phone number?"
"Saw it online."
"But I didn't post information online?"
"You have." After a moment of silence, the other party said decisively.
"… "yes? Shan Shan is confused. Could it be that the intermediary posted her information online so quickly
"But isn't this all about intermediaries?"
"Oh... Hahaha, in fact, I was peeking at your number from the agent." The other end of the phone asked quickly, as if he didn't want to dwell on this issue, "When are you free to see the house?"
Shan Shan said hesitantly, "There is now." She took a day off to find a house.
"That's great, I'm free now, why don't I drive you to see the room?"
… This is a liar! Shan Shan hangs up the phone without saying a word.
After a while, Feng Teng called and asked her how her house was looking. Shan Shan repeats the situation just now, "Do you think he is a liar?"
"It shouldn't be." Feng Teng said while approving the documents, "So, can you give me that person's cell phone number, or I'll ask Xiao Zhang to drive you there?"
"Yeah, I told him that I sent his number to a friend, so Mr. Zhang won't have to trouble himself. I'll shake in front of the security guards. Well, I'll text you at any time." Shan Shan plans carefully. Arranged, "Wait, I'll send you that person's number first."
After a while, Feng Teng looked at the familiar mobile phone number sent by Shan Shan, and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing. It seems that there is a specialization in the art industry. Even if you are a master of investment and financial management, you may not be able to be a good real estate agency.
After hinting and warning the Mr. Jiang, Shan Shan went to see the house with confidence.
The condition of the house is unexpectedly good. One bedroom and one living room are more than 30 square meters. The bathroom can cook and all have balconies. It is small and charming, elegantly furnished, and very close to the company.
"How much does this house cost a month?"
The uncle of the landlord, who calls himself Xiao Jiang, thought about it. "Four thousand... two thousand five?"
To be honest, the price is too low here, so Shan Shan is a little suspicious of a liar, not to forge a key to cheat a sum of money or something, "Then can I see the real estate certificate?"
Uncle Jiang was embarrassed, "Actually, this house is not mine, but a friend of mine from abroad. I have never rented it before. Yesterday, I called and asked me to rent a few money at will. I really don't have the real estate certificate. If you can't believe it—"
Uncle Jiang had a tragic expression on his face, "Let's do it! Why don't you live first, and then pay when you're done!"
Shan Shan is stunned.
Shan Shan finally signed a contract with him and paid two months' rent in advance. When the uncle of the landlord left, Shan Shan walked around the house, the more she looked, the more satisfied she became, she took out her mobile phone and called Feng Teng.
"Feng Teng Feng Teng, I just rented that house. It's beautiful and inexpensive. It's also very close to the company. Come and help me move after you get off work."
How dare you ask him to move things. Feng Teng hung up the phone, and finally his face was a little foggy. Half an hour later, Feng Teng called Linda in and handed over the approved documents to her for distribution. "What's the plan for today?"
Linda flipped through the itinerary, "It's gone."
Feng Teng nodded, holding down the power button to get up.
Linda held the document and asked, "Is the president going to leave work early today?"
"Well, move."
Linda followed him out of the office, feeling a little confused. I didn't hear that the president was going to move again, and could it be that he was going to move to a higher-end mansion? Otherwise, how can you look so happy. (To be continued)