How Could He Possibly Like Me?

Chapter 23

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Meng Shuyu looked up at Zhou Jun bitterly, and saw a subtle flash in his eyes for a moment.

After a moment, the light suddenly went out, and everything returned to the calm darkness.

The tension and anxiety just now disappeared as well.

"Let me blow it for you?" Zhou Jun asked back, biting the words.

The question is "Let me blow it for you."

It sounds like "You're thinking nicely."

After staring at each other in silence for three seconds, Meng Shuyu gently withdrew his hand: "... If you don't want to blow, don't hold my hand. I'll blow it myself. You can go and talk to the Tanbu."

As he said this, he turned his back and blew air at the light green cooling paste on the back of his hand.

There was silence behind me for a moment, and then I heard approaching footsteps.

Retreating in order to advance is indeed the magic weapon for success.

The ancients did not deceive her.

Meng Shuyu waited calmly, and the next second, a tube of burn ointment appeared in his hand.

Zhou Jun: "Okay, take your time blowing, I'll get busy."

"… "

"I'm telling you, I didn't look in the mirror at the time. If I had, I would have seen that my face was greener than the burn cream on the back of my hand!"

After work, dinner and a shower, Meng Shuyu lay by the balcony window of the apartment, talking on the phone with Chen Xing in a huff.

On the other end of the phone, Chen Xing hissed, "No, why don't I believe it? There is such a straight man in the world who doesn't understand romance."

"Of course not. If there is one, it won't be Zhou Jun! He just saw that I was playing him." Meng Shuyu sighed, "Even if my pain is just acting, it's real to protect him from disaster, so what's wrong with cooperating..."

"That's right. So what you heard about the corner at noon was true? I originally thought that Zhou Jun was just pretending to be cool in front of his brothers, pretending that he wasn't interested in you. A lot of men like to do this to save face."

Meng Shuyu shook his head without thinking: "Zhou Jun's pussy wouldn't be put in such a boring place, and he doesn't need to rely on this to save face. If he was such a low-class man, would I still like him?"

"So now you'd rather accept the harsh reality that this superior man doesn't actually like you?"

"Yes," Meng Shuyu raised his chin, "If he doesn't like me, I can make him like me. If he is low-level, wouldn't I just be heartbroken?"

Chen Xing pondered for a full ten seconds on the other end of the phone and found that the logic was unexpectedly impeccable.

"Indeed, when it comes to pattern, I have to admire my sister Meng."

"Of course not." Meng Shuyu was bored and leaned on the window sill, staring at the dark balcony on the seventh floor opposite, muttering, "Why haven't you come back yet..."

It was past the working time when she was scalded. Later, when she returned to the office, she heard Tan Qin say that General Manager Zhou asked everyone in the general manager's office to leave work early if they had nothing to do.

It means they will talk until very late, so don't bother waiting.

Meng Shuyu first suffered physical damage, and then seeing Zhou Jun being so ruthless, he was mentally traumatized. He didn't want to work overtime anymore, so he clocked out and left on the spot.

It was now past nine o'clock and she had some free time, so she applied the medicine on herself again. She thought of Zhou Jun and went to the balcony to check, but found that the lights in his apartment were still on.

"Tsk, women are really fickle. A few days ago, she was afraid that she would change her mind too quickly and get into trouble, but today—" Chen Xing imitated Meng Shuyu's coquettish tone, "'Why haven't you come back yet'."

"Isn't it too early for me to realize that I'm worrying too much? I'll worry about tomorrow's affairs tomorrow. Today, I'll win his heart first."

As soon as Dan Ya finished speaking, the lights on the seventh floor opposite came on.

Meng Shuyu stared at it and slowly straightened up: "My prey is back."

"What are you planning to do? Kill them in the middle of the night?"

"That won't do. Haven't you heard the saying 'high-level hunters often appear as prey'? I won't..."

Before Meng Shuyu could finish his words, he suddenly saw the balcony door on the opposite building being pushed open.

She was in front of the window and had no time to retreat, and collided head-on with Zhou Jun in the air across the width of the road.

How could someone go straight to the balcony as soon as they get home

Now she would be regarded as a peeping pervert.

Meng Shuyu quickly brainstormed, paused for a moment, then quietly moved his eyes away, holding his phone in one hand and doing chest expansion exercises with the other, he paced back and forth on the balcony.

On the balcony opposite, Zhou Jun paused, slowly bent down, picked up a watering can, and started watering the flowers and plants on the balcony.

The next morning, Meng Shuyu woke up to the sound of the alarm clock, got up, washed, and had breakfast as usual. She found that her period had come, so she put the ice soy milk in the refrigerator without drinking it, and then went out to work.

When she arrived at the company, Tang Xuanxuan asked her, "Sister Shuyu, is your hand feeling better?" Meng Shuyu then remembered that something was unusual on this morning that was a bit too ordinary.

No wonder she always felt like there was a step missing this morning.

It turned out that she didn't remember to apply burn ointment.

but-

Meng Shuyu glanced down.

It would be fine if the back of her hand didn’t hurt anymore, but how come it’s not even red anymore

Before going to bed last night, she was still thinking that Zhou Jun had such a sharp eye, so next time she wanted to act pitiful, she must not be so exaggerated.

As a result, there is no chance for “next time” now.

Look at this white and tender back of the hand, it can’t be any better, how can she still take advantage of this issue.

Tan Qin's burn ointment is so effective.

Meng Shuyu stopped sighing and replied to Tang Xuanxuan with a smile: "Don't worry, everything is fine now."

Tang Xuanxuan looked at the misfortune that Meng Shuyu had suffered, walked over and whispered, "Sister Shuyu, you are really unlucky to be with Mr. Zhou. How about I go back to the cubicle today? You have been my substitute for a week."

"No, no, no," Meng Shuyu refused outright. Seeing Tang Xuanxuan's questioning expression, she couldn't say that she wanted to go to Zhou Jun's place right now. "I have to follow up on the recent HR organizational restructuring and performance interviews. It's more convenient for me to sit there."

"Okay, then just tell me when you need me."

Meng Shuyu made an "OK" gesture to Tang Xuanxuan, took his laptop and documents and went across.

As the third quarter was coming to an end, Meng Shuyu was thinking about winning over Zhou Jun, but he had too many things to do.

Throughout the day, she and the various ministers scheduled performance interviews, and answered questions for those old-timers who wanted to take credit from Zhou Jun. They were all seniors who had higher ranks than her, so she couldn't just sit there and do whatever she wanted. She even had to find time to go to the bathroom, and she couldn't go near Zhou Jun to show her presence. She could only busy herself with her own things behind a glass wall.

It was not until the evening that Meng Shuyu finally had some free time. Fearing that another minister would come looking for him soon, he took the opportunity to go to the restroom.

As I walked in, I ran into Tang Xuanxuan who was holding her stomach.

"What's wrong? Diarrhea or dysmenorrhea?" Meng Shuyu supported the person.

"My aunt came suddenly early..." Tang Xuanxuan said weakly with a pale face.

"Have you taken the painkillers?"

"I took it, but it hasn't taken effect yet."

"Okay, it's past the end of the get off work day, go home and have a rest. Is there anyone coming to pick you up?"

Tang Xuanxuan pursed her lips and nodded: "My dad heard that I was not feeling well and has come to pick me up. If I were left alone, I wouldn't even be able to walk to the bus stop. Sister Shuyu, I envy you so much for not having menstrual cramps during your period."

Meng Shuyu watched Tang Xuanxuan leave the bathroom, walked in with the sanitary napkin in his hand, and suddenly stopped.

Why can't Meng Shuyu be a person suffering from dysmenorrhea

At the general manager's office, Feng Yiming saw Tang Xuanxuan coming out of the bathroom with a pale face and sweat on her forehead. He forced himself to turn off the computer and leave work.

After a while, Meng Shuyu came out with his back foot. His face was a shade paler than before he went in, and his back was slightly hunched. He looked like a replica of Tang Xuanxuan's template.

Is there a devil in this bathroom or something

Feng Yiming thought it was a girl's matter, so he didn't ask too many questions. Seeing that the general manager's office had left, he stood up, said hello to Meng Shuyu, picked up his briefcase and left work.

After entering the elevator, I opened Zhou Jun’s WeChat message box on my phone.

In Zhou Jun's office cubicle, Meng Shuyu sat in front of the computer, holding her abdomen with one hand and scrolling the mouse wheel with the other hand to look at the information. After a while, she vaguely felt a gaze sweeping over from the other side of the glass wall.

Meng Shuyu pretended not to see it and continued to stare at the computer screen. He moved his hand away from his lower abdomen, typed a few words on the keyboard, then frowned and covered his hand back to his lower abdomen.

Every wrinkle between his brows expressed pain, but his movements seemed cautious.

Five minutes later, Zhou Jun walked out of the office.

Meng Shuyu selected and deleted the line on the screen that said "Meng Shuyu, stay calm, you can do it."

"Are you not leaving yet?" Zhou Jun stood by the door holding his coat.

"I..." Meng Shuyu looked up at him, revealing an expression that was a little difficult to say, "I'll be leaving soon, you go first."

Zhou Jun glanced at her hands hidden under the table and said, "If you have something to say, just tell me."

Meng Shuyu shook his head: "I'm fine."

"So you're holding your stomach to incubate eggs?"

"… "

"Could you please speak more nicely? I have menstrual cramps. Is that okay?" Meng Shuyu looked embarrassed as if his words had been exposed.

Zhou Jun came forward and asked: "Have you taken the medicine?"

"I took it, but the painkiller takes time to take effect. I have to wait until it takes effect before going back, otherwise I won't be able to walk to the bus stop..."

Zhou Jun looked at her for a while, then raised his chin towards the downstairs and said, "I'll take you back."

"Really?" Meng Shuyu pursed her lips and looked at him twice.

"It's fake. You continue to stay here."

"Then I won't stay any longer," Meng Shuyu closed his laptop, stood up and smiled at him, "Thank you, Mr. Zhou."

Meng Shuyu followed Zhou Jun to the parking lot despite his disability, only to find that Ren Xu was not there.

But it is obvious that this "sick beauty" cannot be the one driving tonight.

Seeing Zhou Jun opening the driver's door, Meng Shuyu naturally got on the passenger seat.

The second time I sat in this seat, I no longer felt the same fear as last time when I sat in the passenger seat with my boss.

As soon as Meng Shuyu got in the car, he lowered his seat, closed his eyes, tilted his head, and slumped on the back of the chair, "dying".

"Seat belt." Zhou Jun reminded her.

"Ah?" Meng Shuyu slowly opened his eyes, said "Oh", raised his hand to pull it, but his hand slipped halfway and the seat belt bounced back with a snap.

Zhou Jun tilted his head to glance at her, leaned over, pulled the disobedient seat belt, lowered his eyelids, and looked at Meng Shuyu under him.

Meng Shuyu raised his eyes and stared at Zhou Jun's rolling Adam's apple: "Mr. Zhou, are you thirsty?"

Zhou Jun stretched the seat belt slowly, but he was still covering her: "What do you think?"

The buckle fell with a click, and Meng Shuyu was buckled into the seat. Looking at the shadow falling over his head, he suddenly regretted adjusting the seat too low.

This posture doesn't mean she wants to take down Zhou Jun, but she wants to be taken down by Zhou Jun.

Meng Shuyu turned away and cleared his throat: "I think... if you are thirsty, why don't you go to the back and get a bottle of water, and bring one for me too..."

Zhou Jun lowered his eyes and looked at her without moving.

Meng Shuyu felt that his airway was squeezed and deformed, and he was a little breathless. He laughed dryly and pushed him: "Help me get it, I want to drink some water..."

"Are you still suffering from menstrual pain?" Zhou Jun asked, looking into her eyes.

Meng Shuyu choked: "It doesn't seem to hurt now."

"Oh, the painkillers are working?" Zhou Jun raised his eyebrows.

Meng Shuyu wanted to say "yes", but seeing Zhou Jun looking like he knew everything, he felt frustrated.

Well, she was discovered again.

The saying “high-level hunters often appear as prey” doesn’t work in front of Zhou Jun.

She thought that her experience in flirting was more than enough to deal with the men she had met before.

Meng Shuyu was so agitated by this oppressive posture that he felt his head burn with anger and resentment. He said, "It didn't hurt in the first place, and I didn't take any painkillers!"

Zhou Jun nodded: "So what are you doing?"

"Can't you see?" The next words didn't seem that difficult after the first part was done. Meng Shuyu swallowed softly and said, "I'm teasing you."

The author has something to say: Girl, you are so brave!!!