twenty four
As the words fell, the carriage fell into silence.
In the dimness, the air around seemed to have been run over by a train, and every molecule was dead.
Meng Shuyu held her breath and stared at Zhou Jun, watching his palm motionlessly resting on her ear and his gaze fixed on her face. She felt like she was waiting for a harsh judgment.
After a long silence, the lights in the parking lot suddenly came on.
Meng Shuyu curled up the hands hanging at his side and saw Zhou Jun's eyelashes fluttering.
The carriage was brightly lit, and for a moment it was difficult to tell whether it was Zhou Jun's eyes or the light and shadow that changed.
"Were you this seductive before?" Zhou Jun asked in a low voice.
Meng Shuyu was confused, wondering whether to answer "yes" or "no". After a moment, he nodded hesitantly.
"Such a crude method actually—" Zhou Jun frowned and said word by word, "You succeeded."
"… "
After Zhou Jun finished speaking, he loosened his hand and stepped back, returned to the driver's seat, opened the door and got out of the car.
Meng Shuyu remained half-lying in his seat, frozen in his chair, and blinked twice slowly.
What's the meaning
Was he questioning how such a clumsy method could have allowed her to successfully seduce someone in the past, or how it could have allowed her to successfully seduce him today
During the silence just now, Meng Shuyu silently thought about the possible answers Zhou Jun might have.
She thought the worst possible scenario was that Zhou Jun would use the superior-subordinate relationship as an excuse to flatly reject her.
Faced with such a matter of principle, she would definitely know better and give up the idea, and from then on she would just be his assistant.
The second worst possibility is that Zhou Jun would bring up Jian Cheng. Even if she didn't give up completely, she would at least have to wait for time to dilute her concerns.
In the end, he neither mentioned the workplace nor his brothers.
But the two worst outcomes have clearly been ruled out, and it doesn’t sound like I heard anything pleasing.
The window paper was poked in vain, like she punched cotton and got nothing.
Meng Shuyu's heart was in suspense, so he raised his chair and turned around.
Seeing Zhou Jun fetch two bottles of soda from the back seat, he returned to the driver's seat and asked her, "Which bottle?"
"This one." Meng Shuyu chose the lemon flavor and took the water.
After the new question and answer session ended, I wanted to continue the previous topic, but I felt that I had missed the atmosphere and opportunity.
The car drove out of the basement and headed towards Wangjiang Mansion.
Meng Shuyu sat in the passenger seat, occasionally unscrewing the bottle cap and taking a sip of soda water to relieve his boredom.
As they approached the residential complex, her empty stomach suddenly began to growl.
Meng Shuyu covered his stomach awkwardly.
I hate why Zhou Jun’s car is always so quiet.
Zhou Jun tilted his head and glanced over.
Meng Shuyu cleared his throat: "This is not fake."
"I don't think you can pretend."
Meng Shuyu looked at the sky outside the window and said, "It's so late, aren't you hungry?"
"Why leave work if you're not hungry?"
"Since everyone is hungry, how about we go have dinner first?" Meng Shuyu glanced at him sideways.
"What to eat?"
Meng Shuyu pondered for a moment: "It's a bit cold today, how about having hot pot?"
"Not only do you not have menstrual cramps, but you can also jump up and down and toss around."
“… Why are you jumping up and down over hot pot? Just don’t eat spicy hot pot.”
Zhou Jun turned around at the intersection and drove towards the nearby commercial area. Ten minutes later, he parked the car in front of a Cantonese hotpot restaurant.
It was not the weekend and the restaurant was located in the suburbs, so there was no need to wait for a table.
Meng Shuyu followed Zhou Jun into the restaurant. He smelled the fragrant aroma and felt his empty heart was filled a little.
Sitting down at the double seat by the window, Meng Shuyu took the menu handed to him by the waiter, flipped through it briefly, noticed another menu left on the table, and looked up at Zhou Jun.
The man was concentrating on playing with his mobile phone.
Normally, I haven't seen him rely on his phone that much. After all, he didn't realize he had switched to the wrong phone until a whole night ago. Now he's using it to pass the time while having dinner with her.
Meng Shuyu continued to look at the menu for a while. When he looked up again, he saw that he was still scrolling the screen. He couldn't help but frowned: "What kind of soup base do you want-"
Zhou Jun glanced at the search interface for "What soup to drink during menstruation" on the screen: "Matsutake."
"What about the food?"
"Whatever, just watch it."
Seeing that he didn't look like he was eating seriously, Meng Shuyu ordered dishes from the waiter according to his own preferences.
When he got to the end, he suddenly remembered that it was not the time to throw a tantrum yet, as he hadn't even gotten the girl yet. He forgave Zhou Jun for his inattention just now.
Recalling Zhou Jun's usual eating habits, Meng Shuyu reluctantly gave up four dishes and ordered a few of his favorites.
The waiter confirmed the menu and left.
Meng Shuyu asked for credit: "Do I have a good memory?"
"What memory?"
"Remember what you like to eat."
Zhou Jun nodded: "I remember every one of my assistants."
"… "
You really know how to chat.
When one day is talked to death, thousands and thousands of days will stand up.
Meng Shuyu racked his brains and thought about it, then asked, "Is your hand swollen after the stitches were removed?"
"You also know it might swell up."
"Of course. I looked it up and it says that if there is swelling after the stitches are removed, it means the wound has not healed well."
"Look up information when you have time. I was quite busy yesterday morning."
Meng Shuyu forced a smile and said, "I am indeed a little busy. I will definitely accompany you next time."
"I think it's best if there isn't a next time," Zhou Juan asked calmly, "What do you think?"
"… "
Meng Shuyu nodded: "I think so too."
The second day was also filled with chatter.
Before the soup base was served, Meng Shuyu changed the subject in disbelief: "We will be on holiday this Saturday after the adjustment. When do you plan to go back to Nanhuai?"
"Maybe not." Zhou Jun shook his head.
Meng Shuyu was ready to arrange a ride in advance, but he didn't expect to hear a negative answer.
"What are you doing in Hangzhou during the long National Day holiday?"
"Go to America."
"Oh... what are you going to do in America?"
"Do I need to report my holiday schedule to my assistant?"
The third day he died unjustly for unknown reasons.
Meng Shuyu took a deep breath and closed his mouth.
If she hadn't been plotting against him now, Zhou Jun would have disappeared from the earth.
Although they didn't talk about any nutritious topics, Meng Shuyu felt a little better after drinking the nutritious soup and eating a hotpot.
Moreover, Zhou Jun paid the bill when she went to the bathroom, so she naturally said, "Then I'll treat you next time," and at least she was not refuted.
After leaving the restaurant, Meng Shuyu thought about the performance interview scheduled for the next week. He estimated that there would be no more opportunities for private interactions in the near future, so he said, "I think I ate too much."
"So?" Zhou Jun paused while pulling the car door.
"So I might need to take a walk to work off the food."
Zhou Jun glanced at his watch: "It's nine o'clock."
"Well, it's only nine o'clock. There's nothing unsafe on the road at night. I'll walk alone and ride a shared bike back later. You drive first."
"Meng Shuyu, do you want to challenge—"
That’s right, I just want to challenge a man’s conscience—Meng Shuyu continued in his heart.
“Four kilometers of riding in the rain?”
Meng Shuyu raised his head and stretched out his hand to explore.
Two drops of rain fell into the palm of my hand.
"… "
Meng Shuyu lowered his head and walked quickly to the passenger side, opened the door and sat in.
It was just a matter of stepping on the accelerator to travel four kilometers without traffic jam, and the car quickly arrived at Wangjiang Mansion.
Because it started to rain heavily on the way, Zhou Jun drove the car directly into the basement of the community and parked it in front of the elevator of Meng Shuyu's apartment building.
Meng Shuyu didn't open the car door immediately, wondering what else he could say.
The thought of not wanting to leave was clearly engraved on my forehead.
"What else do you want to do?" Zhou Jun glanced at her.
The basement was dark and quiet, as if we were back in the company parking lot.
Meng Shuyu thought about the topic that Zhou Jun interrupted, and felt a little unwilling to give up. He said without hesitation: "I want to see you for a while longer."
Zhou Jun's expression was still for a moment.
After a moment, he turned his head away: "I won't be here tomorrow?"
"How can they be the same? In the company, you are CEO Zhou and I am Assistant Meng. Now—"
"Now?"
"Now you are the one I like."
After Meng Shuyu finished speaking, his heart suddenly jumped into his throat.
She was clearly planning to tease Zhou Jun before leaving, but how come she got herself aroused first? She blinked and didn't dare to look at Zhou Jun's reaction - as long as she didn't look, she would assume that he was stunned!
Meng Shuyu opened the car door, got out hurriedly, and walked into the elevator without looking back.
In the driver's seat, Zhou Jun slowly tightened his grip on the steering wheel, then suddenly loosened it and raised his hand to unbutton a shirt.
Meng Shuyu hurried back to the apartment, entered the room, leaned against the door to calm his breathing, and then fell headfirst onto the bed.
After covering her face with the pillow for a while, she turned over and stared at the blank ceiling. She regretted not looking at Zhou Jun's reaction just now.
Meng Shuyu sighed and lay on the bed, reviewing today's failures.
Maybe it was because her heart was beating too fast that made her a little excited. As she was thinking, she suddenly had an idea -
There are two obstacles between her and Zhou Jun: the workplace and Jian Cheng. If Zhou Jun really has no interest in her, he can reject her with just one of the reasons.
But since he didn't use these two reasons, didn't he condone her behavior
He had a hundred ways to make her give up completely, but her heart was still beating fast.
And no matter how boring the conversation was today, he still had dinner with her.
How can this be called a failure
Meng Shuyu thought about it, picked up his phone, opened Zhou Jun’s message box, and sent a message: Are you home
There was no reply for a long time.
Meng Shuyu waited for a few minutes, and then she remembered that her question was similar to what Chen Xing had said before—"nonsense" that made people not want to reply. She sent a new message: Do you have vibration and ringtone notifications for WeChat messages turned on? If not, can you turn them on
Zhou Jun:
Meng Shuyu: Is it open
Zhou Jun: Yeah.
Meng Shuyu extended his index finger and double-clicked Zhou Jun's profile picture.
I patted "Mr. Zhou".
Meng Shuyu: Listen, isn’t my slap also very loud
The author has something to say: This shot really made our President Jun’s heart beat fast.