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This sentence hits the nail on the head.
Meng Shuyu looked straight at Zhou Jun and clearly felt his heart, which had been calm all night, begin to beat violently.
Some people had an attraction to her like the opposite poles of a magnet just by standing there.
Besides, he was looking at her at that moment.
Those eyes were like countless sharp hooks, trying to hook her through the skin and bones.
Meng Shu moved the tip of his rain boots and wanted to walk towards Zhou Jun.
When I was about to take a step, I was brought back to my senses by a sound of "light rain".
Lou Wenhong asked, "Shu Yu, who is this?"
Zhou Jun seemed to be irritated by some words. The colder his face became, the bigger the smile in his eyes became.
Meng Shuyu looked at Zhou Jun, suppressed his impulse, and thought to himself that he had to be a decent person. He came to his senses and introduced him to Lou Wenhong: "This is the general manager of our Sendai, Mr. Zhou Jun."
The old street lamp on the side of the road flickered with a crackling sound.
Maybe I've never seen a woman who is so good at avoiding the important issues.
Zhou Jun smiled and nodded.
I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but Meng Shuyu always feels creepy when looking at his chilly smile.
It seemed like I would hear him sarcastically say in the next second: Beautiful.
Meng Shuyu gritted his teeth and raised his hand to signal Lou Wenhong, then said to Zhou Jun: "Boss Zhou, this is Linsheng Building Technology's..." Meng Shuyu suddenly forgot what kind of director Lou Wenhong was, "Director, Boss Lou Wenhong."
The two sides stared at each other in silence for a moment, then Lou Wenhong walked forward and extended his hand to Zhou Jun: "Hello, Mr. Zhou, I have heard a lot about you."
Zhou Jun lowered his eyelids, shook hands with him briefly, then let go and looked at Meng Shuyu again.
Hearing the silent urging, Meng Shuyu hurried to Zhou Jun's side, cleared his throat to Lou Wenhong, and wanted to say a proper ending, but Lou Wenhong smiled first: "It's okay for me, you and Mr. Zhou go ahead and do your work, see you another day."
Zhou Jun opened the passenger door with his backhand and a smile on his face.
Meng Shuyu had no choice but to laugh dryly along with the two of them and leaned over to get on Zhou Jun's passenger seat.
Zhou Jun walked around to the driver's seat and got in the car. He glanced at Meng Shuyu who was silently lowering her head, then leaned over and pulled the seat belt on her side.
Meng Shuyu pressed his back tightly against the seat, as if this would make him look a little flatter. He felt that Zhou Jun was too slow in fastening his seat belt, so he glanced out the window at Lou Wenhong who was still watching them.
Zhou Jun followed her line of sight and glanced outside: "Didn't Mr. Lou say that he was fine? Why are you still worried?"
Meng Shuyu wanted to shake his head, but stopped when he raised his head: "Does it matter to you? If you do, I can worry about you."
Zhou Jun smiled: "Won't it be too busy?"
"Don't worry about that. I..." Meng Shuyu blinked, "I can handle it."
Zhou Jun curled the corner of his mouth, pulled the last section of the seat belt, and locked it for Meng Shuyu with a click.
The car started and drove onto the main road.
Meng Shuyu turned his head away and pressed down the corner of his mouth: "Did you pass by and saw me inside, so you were waiting for me outside?"
"Is there such a coincidence?"
"Then how did you ..."
The phone in Meng Shuyu's palm suddenly vibrated.
Chen Xing: Did Zhou Jun come to pick you up
Meng Shuyu typed slowly: How do you know
Chen Xing: How do you think Zhou Jun knew you were on a blind date? Of course your sister "accidentally" let it slip when chatting with Tan Qin. So, how about it, no need to count orange petals this time, right
oh-
Meng Shuyu glanced at Zhou Jun and dragged out a long sound in his heart.
"It's more troublesome than just passing by. Did you come to see me on purpose?" Meng Shuyu nodded with sudden enlightenment.
"You are good at causing trouble for me."
"Why am I giving you trouble?"
"Don't you know who Lou Wenhong is?"
"Do you know him?" Meng Shuyu was stunned. "Did he do anything bad..."
"Sendai is recruiting new agents in East China, and Linsheng is also expanding cooperation with smart home companies. Is your meal a problem in the eyes of those who are interested?"
"No... Linsheng is just a second-tier company and is not even among the targets of Moridao's evaluation. Isn't it a bit unreasonable for you to be so averse to this?"
Meng Shuyu argued for a few sentences, but suddenly realized that these words were ruining the atmosphere. What was she talking about seriously at this time
Doesn’t Zhou Jun know that what he said is untenable
Of course he knows.
He just needs a superficial step.
Then she should just give it generously.
For the sake of the fact that he might have given her a cold breeze for an hour.
"Yeah," Meng Shuyu changed the subject, "I was wrong."
Zhou Jun glanced at her.
"Although I'm not a celebrity, I'm so good-looking, there must be a lot of paparazzi watching me every day, right? What if they take a picture of me having dinner with Mr. Lou?"
"When the news spreads throughout the industry, everyone will see the pot of soup in front of me and Mr. Lou. Doesn't the soup look like a contract written in black and white? It's irrefutable evidence. In this case, those first-tier agents will certainly feel that they can't compete with the second-tier agents, and will give up on Moridao without a second thought..."
"I was too inconsiderate. No wonder my boss, a vice president-level general manager of such a large company, had to personally wait for me for an hour just to arrest me in front of him as a demonstration. I really deserve it!"
Zhou Jun glanced at her and said, "Why don't you change your career and do talk show? I'll help you debut?"
"That won't work." Meng Shuyu leaned her elbow towards the glove box and leaned closer to him with a smile. "If I debut, I won't have time to worry about Mr. Zhou being unhappy at a time like tonight."
Zhou Jun turned his head.
"Mr. Zhou, don't be so anxious to look at me. Focus on the road first." Meng Shuyu stretched out his index finger and poked the seat belt buckle. "Isn't it buckled by you? The rest of my time is yours."
An undercurrent of heat was stirring in the closed compartment.
The needle on the dashboard moved and the speed exceeded 90 miles per hour.
A quarter of an hour later, the car stopped under the porch.
Meng Shuyu stuck his head out and saw the four golden words "Xiangting Hotel". He slowly turned his head to look at Zhou Jun and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.
Two doormen opened the car door one on each side.
Zhou Jun glanced at Meng Shuyu and unbuckled his seat belt: "Didn't you say that the rest of the time is mine? Find a place to spend time."
Seeing Zhou Jun get out of the car without hesitation and throw the car keys to the parking attendant, Meng Shuyu sat in her seat in a daze, clutching the hem of her clothes.
This should be past the hotel's dinner time, right
If the hotel doesn't provide food, then it provides sleeping...
Meng Shuyu blinked quickly and saw Zhou Jun turning around at the lobby door, and gave him another silent urging look.
The doorman also stood by the car door and looked at her strangely.
Meng Shuyu got out of the car with a laugh, and moved forward slowly at a snail's pace of 30 centimeters per step. He saw from afar that Zhou Jun was talking to the front desk clerk.
The receptionist picked up the phone and dialed a number, said a few words to the person on the other end of the line, smiled and nodded at Zhou Jun, and pointed in a direction.
Meng Shuyu followed behind and walked slower and slower. Halfway through, he turned 180 degrees and was about to slip away.
"Meng Shuyu," Zhou Jun walked back and lifted her low ponytail like a rabbit's tail, "Why are you running?"
"That's not what you think I meant..."
"What do I mean?" Zhou Jun blinked.
Meng Shuyu pointed around and said, "You're already here, and you're asking me?"
"I'm lucky enough to have some friendship with Mr. He from Xiangting. I wanted to use the back door to eat Xiangting's Western food, but I may not have thought of your level yet."
"… "
"If you want me to think about it, I can think about it."
"."
Was he doing this to warn her not to say the ambiguous words she said in the car just now
Meng Shuyu shook her head innocently, "No, I was thinking the same thing about you. You always choose Xiangting for social events, so how could I not know that you like the food here?" She tugged at his shirt sleeves and walked inside, "Come on, let's go, I'll eat with you."
In the empty western restaurant, Meng Shuyu followed Zhou Jun and sat down at the bar. Looking at the blue flames rising in front of them and the chef frying steak with show-off skills, he couldn't help but sigh that it was great to be rich.
It was all her fault for not being rich enough. She didn't expect that the hotel had chefs serving the rich at this time.
But it doesn’t matter, money can’t buy her happiness tonight.
Meng Shuyu held his chin up and watched the chef's performance, glancing at Zhou Jun from time to time, while two fingers of his other hand plucked lightly on the table as the steak sizzled.
The steak was freshly grilled, the chef cut it considerately and handed the plate to the two.
"Don't want to eat?" Zhou Jun raised his chin towards her.
"I'm not a pig. How can I eat steak after eating hot pot?"
"I thought you had a good appetite and that you could eat as many meals as you wanted."
Don't think she can't hear him calling her a scumbag in new ways.
"Then it's Steak's fault for being late." Meng Shuyu lowered his head and drank a sip of juice. He looked at the steak beside him with sympathy and waved at it, "Remember to come earlier next time."
Zhou Jun looked at her for a while, and took the plate of steak with a look of anger or amusement, then picked up the knife and fork.
Meng Shuyu was drinking juice and had nothing to do, so she unlocked her phone and prepared to share with Chen Xing the pleasure of her dancing toes.
As soon as I opened WeChat, I suddenly saw a new message sent by Lou Wenhong ten minutes ago: Are you home
Meng Shuyu thought that he didn't need to explain any more, so he replied: I'm here, thank you for your concern.
Lou Wenhong: Do you have time to chat now
Meng Shuyu let out a light breath, remembering what Lou Wenhong had said to her when they were eating hotpot today.
Because she made it clear that she already had someone she liked, Lou Wenhong understood that she made this trip to deal with her parents, and said that he did too. Since they both had the same intention, why not keep in touch for a while, chat occasionally to show that they were cooperating in the contact, which would also be an explanation to their families, and then slowly fade away.
Meng Shuyu thought that she had no absolute reason to tell her family that she and Lou Wenhong had met, so she immediately refused. Lou Wenhong's suggestion was feasible and troublesome, and it could be done through the screen, so she agreed.
Little did I know that this plan could not keep up with Zhou Jun's changes.
Meng Shuyu started typing in the message box.
Suddenly, there was a sound of knife and fork falling on a plate.
Meng Shuyu turned his head and saw Zhou Jun smiling: "You really do a good job of time management."
"Alas, I'm not..." Meng Shuyu sighed and explained to Zhou Jun in detail that she didn't like Lou Wenhong, and that Lou Wenhong had no interest in her, as well as the method proposed by Lou Wenhong.
"Who is responsible for the mess I'm in now? And you're still talking nonsense here. Can't I just reply to a few messages as if it were official business?" Meng Shuyu rolled his eyes.
"Meng Shuyu, you can't tell that this person—" Zhou Jun paused halfway through his words.
Lou Wenhong's first step was to show that he had no interest in Meng Shuyu and lower her vigilance.
The second step was to use the excuse of "dealing with family members" to get her to act with him, thus increasing the time and opportunities for contact with her.
These were the tactics he had used against Meng Shuyu a long time ago and they were effective.
To point this out clearly is to point this out to oneself as well.
Zhou Jun narrowed his eyes: "Can't you see that this person is taking this opportunity to get close to you and wants to climb up the high branch of Sen Dai through you?"
"Who am I? The wife of the general manager of Moridao? Just by chatting with me for a few words, you can get close to Moridao?" Meng Shuyu glanced at him and made a dot gesture, "Boss Zhou, I'm not saying that you are really a little narrow-minded tonight."
“Do I understand businessmen or do you understand businessmen?”
Meng Shuyu nodded.
Well, she doesn’t understand businessmen, but she understands men.
"Since you are worried," Meng Shuyu thought for a moment and said, "Then I will—"
Zhou Jun waited quietly for her next words.
"Chatting in front of you," Meng Shuyu moved closer and turned the phone screen towards him, "Does it make you feel relieved and happy just by looking at me and chatting like this?"
The author has something to say: Thank you to Xiaolou, who has a simple appearance but a complicated mind, for continuously providing us with sour material.
Jun, today, you watched her chatting, and I watched you getting jealous.