office.
The coffee next to Lu Jingshen was already half cold. He was absent-mindedly flipping through his phone. An hour ago, Feng Si sent him a message saying "landed", and there was no further news after that.
Opposite him, the old director with a grim look on his face stared at the document pushed in front of him and didn't say anything for a long time.
Lu Jingshen put down his phone, his cold expression showing that his patience had run out: "Uncle Wen Zhong, please sign the document. At your age, there is nothing wrong with retiring early and going home to enjoy your old age."
Li Wenzhong said coldly: "If you want me to go home, at least the chairman has to say it in person."
Lu Jingshen said in a calm voice: "He has been feeling unwell these past few days and needs to rest. It is not convenient for him to see outsiders."
"Do I have to sign this today? What if I don't agree?" There was suppressed anger in the other party's voice.
Lu Jingshen was unmoved: "Uncle Wen Zhong has made enough money from reselling the company's assets in the past two years. It's enough for you to spend your old age in peace. So let it be. There's no need to make a scene."
Li Wenzhong's face turned pale in an instant, and Lu Jingshen nodded lightly: "Let's stop here."
After a stalemate, Li Wenzhong finally stepped forward, bent down, picked up the pen, quickly signed his name at the end of the document, and then threw the pen down with force, gritting his teeth angrily: "I got what I deserve, even if the chairman was here, I would still say this."
Lu Jingshen indicated to Liu Jie that he had confirmed his signature, and ordered, "Send Uncle Wen Zhong out."
Feng Si, dressed in a pilot uniform, appeared at the door of the office. When Liu Jie left, he was surprised to see him. This man had just flown for nearly ten hours to return home. After getting off the plane, he came directly to the company without even changing his clothes.
Feng Si glanced at Li Wenzhong's back as he walked away, and pursed his lips at Liu Jie: "What's going on?"
"The boss asked Mr. Li to retire early." Liu Jie didn't elaborate and was too lazy to care about him, so he went about his own business.
Feng Si tilted his head and thought about it. At that moment just now, the person who walked out had a clear and undisguised hatred on his face. It shouldn't be his illusion.
Turning around and pushing the door open, Lu Jingshen was reading a document. When he heard the voice, he looked up and saw it was him. Without saying a word, he lowered his head and looked back at the document in his hand.
Feng Si walked forward, glanced at the empty coffee cup beside him, leaned on the table and reached out to him.
Lu Jingshen's expression paused, and when Feng Si's hand moved away, there was a cufflink on the cuff of his right shirt, a sparkling and pure sapphire.
"For you." Feng Si said.
Lu Jingshen's gaze stayed on the cufflink for two seconds and asked him, "Didn't you go back to rest?"
Feng Si leaned a little closer to Lu Jingshen, bent down, and slowly pinned another cufflink on his left cuff.
They were too close, and the unique cold breath of Feng Si hit his nose. Lu Jingshen's eyes unconsciously traced the profile of his face, which was so close and had a perfect curve. Suddenly, he felt a little short of breathing and wanted to look away.
Feng Si raised his head and met his eyes. Their lips were only an inch apart, and their breaths were almost intertwined.
Lu Jingshen seemed to be frozen in place, his mind was blank, he could not make any instructions, and the air around him seemed to freeze. After a long while, he saw the man in front of him raised his lips jokingly and asked him, "Boss Lu, why are you looking at me like this?"