Meng Shuyu's hands trembled and he almost dropped the phone: "What's wrong?"
"It's only been ten minutes since they replied to your message, and you're already thinking about it," Chen Xing glanced at Meng Shuyu, "Who is the one who's in trouble?"
"Aren't you anxious when your boss doesn't reply to your messages?"
"Then I won't proactively message my boss on the weekend."
"I am responsible for this special situation, right? You are just making sarcastic remarks. I saved you last night, too."
"I don't deserve it. If you weren't here, Zhou Jun wouldn't have meddled in my business," Chen Xing put her arm around Meng Shuyu's shoulders. "You're not a man who saved me. You're my sister."
Meng Shuyu opened his mouth and closed it again, then uttered a few words after a moment of silence: "That does make sense."
"So..." Meng Shuyu licked his lips, "You also think he did something to me last night, right?"
"This is not nonsense, why do you need to ask?"
"It's mainly because he treated me badly before..."
"People are visual animals. How much of your appearance can you conceal by wearing a professional suit every day? Who wouldn't be attracted by the outfit you wore last night that could attract both men and women?"
Meng Shuyu raised his chin: "Then he still has some vision."
"Okay, I'm starving, let's make some breakfast." Chen Xing let go of her and walked towards the kitchen. When she turned around, she saw Meng Shuyu picking up the phone again. "Hey, are you done yet?"
"Since he has good taste, I'll ask him if he has any breakfast."
Twenty minutes later, Meng Shuyu took the thermos and went to the opposite building.
Since Zhou Jun didn't reply to her message just now, she went to ask Ren Xu.
Ren Xu said that he would come to Wangjiang Mansion later to pick up Zhou Jun to go to Nanhuai, but Zhou Jun didn't let him bring breakfast, probably planning to make do with whatever he had.
This gave us two pieces of information: one was that Zhou Jun was at home, and the other was that Zhou Jun didn't have any decent breakfast to eat.
Since it was only a three to five minute walk, Meng Shuyu just made an extra portion and sent it over.
After pressing the doorbell and waiting for half a minute, Zhou Jun opened the door.
Meng Shuyu raised his eyes and saw that his shirt was half-buttoned, with three fingers of his left hand pinching the third button from the top, which seemed to be slipping.
"I'll bring you breakfast..." Meng Shuyu's eyes flickered across his half-covered collar and he coughed lightly, "Do you want my help?"
Zhou Jun turned sideways to make way.
Meng Shuyu walked into the entrance hall, closed the door, put down the thermos, turned around, and saw that Zhou Jun had given up the button and was waiting for her with his hands down.
She took two steps forward, pulled the lapels of his clothes on both sides with her hands, brought them together in the middle, and pinched the round button.
As he was pushing the round button into the slit, his fingertips slipped and his nails scraped across his flesh.
"Hiss..."
There was a sound of breathing overhead.
Meng Shuyu raised his head and said, "Your... buttons have sweat on them."
"Really?" Zhou Jun lowered his eyelids to look.
"Otherwise, why are my hands still slipping?"
"That's a question for you."
Meng Shuyu lowered his head and blinked quickly, pretended to wipe it, and then put the button into the seam.
Button three in a row.
"It's time to cut your nails." Zhou Jun walked in, picked up the tie on the back of the sofa, and wrapped it around his collar with one hand.
Meng Shuyu raised his hand and looked at his nails, which were not very long. He changed his shoes and went in, and pulled his tie: "Who are you going to Nanhuai to meet? The Commerce Bureau or the Private Bureau?"
"private."
"Then I'll tie a half Windsor knot." Meng Shuyu gestured as he spoke, leaving the long and short edges, folding the big end inward, passing it through the top and pulling it down, folding it to the left to form a loop, passing it through the top and pulling it through the loop again, and slowly tightening it.
Zhou Jun lowered his eyes and took a look: "Assistant Meng ties this tie quite expertly."
Meng Shuyu raised his head.
Speaking of tying a tie, it's also funny.
Meng Shuyu did a lot of homework before going to the headquarters to work as a secretary. He forgot where he heard the theory from, saying that a secretary's job might also include trivial matters such as tying a tie for the leader, so he specially learned many ways to tie a tie.
In the end, it was never used.
In the secretarial office of a large group, everyone has their own duties and there are no nanny-like secretaries.
As an elder-type leader, Mr. Cai also keeps an absolute distance from these young female employees.
So after going around in circles, it was used for the first time on Zhou Jun.
Meng Shuyu took a look at this beautiful half-Windsor knot and felt that he really deserved a compliment.
Just listening to Zhou Jun's tone and thinking about his energy last night, it always felt like it didn't seem like a simple compliment.
"Are you praising me or are you dissatisfied with me?" Meng Shuyu looked at him and asked.
Zhou Jun raised his eyebrows: "What should I be dissatisfied with?"
Meng Shuyu said "hmm", patted his tie, and smiled at him: "Then I'm glad you are satisfied."
Zhou Jun looked at her with a half-smile, then stretched out his hand towards the other end of the sofa.
Meng Shuyu took it and prepared for the next step. He grabbed it and lowered his head.
Found myself grabbing a belt.
She paused and looked at Zhou Jun who was holding the other end of the belt. Her palms felt hot and she immediately let go.
Zhou Jun didn't intend to ask her for help any longer. He passed one end of the belt through the waist loop with one hand and pulled it slowly.
Meng Shuyu's feet seemed to be covered with super glue and stuck to the floor.
My gaze fell on his moving fingers. I could clearly see him fastening his belt, but my eyes seemed to automatically play the reverse function, as if I was seeing the scene of him untying the belt.
I don’t know if there is something wrong with her thinking or with Zhou Jun’s actions.
It's broad daylight, Meng Shuyu, please wake up...
Meng Shuyu lifted his foot hard to pull up the shoe that was "stuck" to the floor, and walked backwards: "Then the breakfast has been delivered, you can eat it first, I will go back, and you can leave the thermos bucket here first."
Zhou Jun didn't stop his hands and nodded at her.
"Oh, by the way, I'm not good at making complicated dishes, so I just made some noodles and fried tomatoes and eggs as topping. I guess the taste is just average, but tomatoes and eggs are good for wound recovery. You should finish it if you can." Meng Shuyu retreated to the entrance to change his shoes, opened the door, and said stiffly, "Bye."
The door slammed shut, and Meng Shuyu's mumbling was silenced.
Zhou Jun's belt was also buckled to the last step. He walked slowly to the entrance and looked down at the door mirror.
Seeing the outside world separated by a door, Meng Shuyu covered his chest and took a deep breath. He hesitated for a long time before pressing the down button of the elevator.
After Zhou Jun went to Nanhuai, there was no news from him over the weekend.
Meng Shuyu treated Chen Xing to a two-day trip to the city. After receiving a notice from the police station on Monday morning, he took half a day off to deal with the troublesome matter. He had a simple lunch with Chen Xing at noon, and then returned to the company after parting with her.
When I arrived at the general manager's office, I saw Feng Yiming and Yang Danli were taking lunch breaks, but Tang Xuanxuan was sitting diligently in Zhou Jun's office cubicle.
Meng Shuyu put down his bag and went into the compartment. He wanted to ask Tang Xuanxuan why she didn't go to rest. He saw the reason through the glass wall.
On the other side of the wall, Zhou Jun was sitting in an office chair chatting with a man in a suit opposite him.
"Mr. Zhou's guest?" Meng Shuyu asked in a low voice.
Tang Xuanxuan nodded: "It's the new HR director who has come to report. Sister Shuyu, I just found out that it was this new director who accompanied Sister Xing and I to the police station last Friday."
Meng Shuyu interviewed the new minister with Zhou Jun last week, but the scene was too chaotic on Friday and she didn't see clearly who the man was who was traveling with Zhou Jun.
Tang Xuanxuan did see it clearly when she went to the police station later, but because she didn't deal directly with anyone on the day of the interview, she didn't match the number that day.
Meng Shuyu glanced at Zhou Jun.
If Zhou Jun had only met the new minister last week, there was no reason for him to so casually hand over the task of accompanying someone to the police station on Friday.
It seems that the two of them must have known each other.
During the interview last week, the two men acted like strangers in front of her.
Moreover, the background check results did not show that the two people had any connection with each other, or had any relatives, including those who attended the same school or worked in the same company.
They are all smart people.
President Cai had told her that if Zhou Jun brought "his own people" into the company in the future, she didn't need to interfere, but she had to report it to the headquarters.
Through the wall, one could only see Zhou Jun's mouth moving but could not hear any sound. Meng Shuyu was not sure about the relationship between the two at the moment. He thought about finding an excuse to go in and listen. After thinking for a while, he walked to the tea table at the side.
Tang Xuanxuan followed and whispered in her ear, "Sister Shuyu, I'm really out of shape today. I was criticized by Sister Yang this morning for giving me the wrong file..."
"Are you still scared?"
"No, it's about Mr. Zhou's glass wall. He can set it up as one-way or two-way. Today, it's been two-way transparent. I can see him in my peripheral vision when I sit in this cubicle and look up and down. It feels like I'm back to that night in the nightclub... Mr. Zhou's presence is so strong that I can't concentrate on my work..."
Meng Shuyu tilted his head and smiled at her: "Seeing how little you can do, what should I do? Go back to your office."
"I just want to tell you a few things. It's not good to have no one here, Mr. Zhou. Or..."
"How about you go back?" Meng Shuyu suddenly said, "Go and calm down for a few days. I'll sit here."
"Wouldn't that be a bad idea? Mr. Zhou might think something is wrong with me."
"I'll tell him I've arranged other work for you."
"That's great, Sister Shuyu!"
Meng Shuyu waved his hand to signal her to go, and started busying herself at the tea table.
In the office, Zhou Jun looked out of the glass wall.
Tan Qin saw that he slowed down his speech in the middle of his words and turned his head to look in the direction of his gaze.
At the tea table in the compartment, Meng Shuyu twisted the tea paddle with two fingers and pushed the tea leaves from the tea tray into the covered bowl one by one. Then he picked up the covered bowl, supported the bottom with four fingers, held the lid button with his thumb, and shook it gently three times.
The slender white hands, the emerald green tea leaves, and the lustrous blue-and-white porcelain are all picturesque.
After taking a look, Tan Qin turned around and asked: "Boss Cai assigned such an assistant to you, is it a honey trap?"
Zhou Jun retracted his gaze: "It's still unclear who will fall into whose trap."
Tan Qin glanced at him and recalled what happened last Friday: "The reason you dragged me to the nightclub last Friday was because of your assistant."
"Your reaction time is quite long."
"Tsk tsk tsk," Tan Qin pointed at him with his index finger, "You are a beast in human form. I'm talking about you."
Zhou Jun smiled.
A few minutes later, the doorbell rang and Zhou Jun pressed the door-opening button on the desk.
Meng Shuyu came in with tea and said without looking away, "Boss Zhou, let's talk about the department. Let's have some tea."
Zhou Jun nodded and looked at Tan Qin: "I went to Nanhuai over the weekend."
Tan Qin was caught off guard by his incoherent words. He was stunned for a moment, then looked at Meng Shuyu who was arranging the tea sets, and then he reacted.
Assistant Xiao Meng came to find out about their relationship. Zhou Jun said that it was still unclear who would fall into whose trap, but he gave others the opportunity to find out.
"Oh," Tan Qin nodded, "How is the old man?"
"He hasn't been discharged from the hospital yet, but he's basically stable."
"Next week, I'll go with you."
"OK."
Meng Shuyu poured tea for the two of them. After listening to the conversation, he confirmed that the two were old acquaintances, and it sounded like they had a very close relationship. He quietly left the office and returned to the cubicle.
Sitting down in Tang Xuanxuan's seat, Meng Shuyu opened WeChat, considered her words, and reported the matter to the special assistant beside Mr. Cai. After sending the message, she looked up and saw Zhou Jun staring at her through a glass.
Reporting this matter cannot be considered as sneaking. Since Zhou Jun did not hide it just now, he has acknowledged that it doesn't matter whether the headquarters knows about it or not.
But Meng Shuyu still felt uneasy when he looked at her.
I suddenly understood why Tang Xuanxuan couldn't sit still here.
Looking at Zhou Jun holding the teacup, staring at her as she sipped the tea bit by bit, just like he did in the nightclub last Friday, Meng Shuyu suddenly felt her throat a little dry.
She swallowed gently, then picked up the cup of tea that was left for her, brought it to her mouth, and stared at him as she slowly drank it.
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