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When Meng Shuyu saw Lou Wenhong asking, "Are you free to chat now?", he was about to reply, "Sorry, I'm busy now."
After all, there is no rush to deal with the KPI task at home and it can be done at any time. How can I waste the precious time with Zhou Jun
As a result, Zhou Jun insisted on being sarcastic to her.
He is sarcastic and refuses to admit it, and even uses his job as a fig leaf.
They are all thousand-year-old foxes, what is the point of performing Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio here
Meng Shuyu replied "Yes" in front of Zhou Jun.
Then he tilted his head and looked at Zhou Jun.
Zhou Jun raised his eyebrows, made a gesture of invitation, and looked ready to wait and see.
Lou Wenhong from the opposite side quickly brought up a topic: The hotpot is delicious, but I always feel thirsty after eating it. I just ordered some fresh-cut fruit, how about I order one for you too
Set address.
Zhou Jun nodded and curled the corner of his mouth.
Meng Shuyu had already thought of the words to refuse. Before typing, she looked at Zhou Jun and said, "That's quite thoughtful. He said he would give me some fruit. What should I do?"
"Isn't the juice enough for you?" Zhou Jun raised his chin towards the glass of orange juice next to her.
"Then juice is juice, and fruit is fruit."
Zhou Jun glanced at the chef.
The chef understood and brought out the fruit platter in advance.
"These grapes look so sweet, but peeling them is so troublesome," Meng Shuyu glanced at the platter, turned around and winked at Zhou Jun, "If someone could peel them for me, I wouldn't envy the fruit delivery guys."
Zhou Jun looked at her for a while without saying a word, picked up the napkin and wiped his hands slowly, picked up a grape, slowly tore off a corner of the skin, and peeled it off piece by piece.
He was peeling grapes with his hands, but his eyes were fixed on her.
The crystal juice drips on the bony fingers, filling the eyes with beauty.
Peeling a grape is like peeling clothes.
Meng Shuyu swallowed his saliva. He wasn't thirsty originally, but now he was really thirsty.
By the time the bright, round grapes were completely peeled, the imagination in her mind had grown so lush that it looked like a grassland.
"It seems that you are really thirsty." Zhou Jun said suddenly.
"Uh-huh?"
Zhou Jun glanced at her ears and said, "Otherwise, why are your ears red from waiting?"
Meng Shuyu pinched his ears with one hand.
Zhou Jun fed the grapes to her mouth, and seeing that she didn't move, he said, "Open your mouth."
Meng Shuyu was so nervous that he licked his lips subconsciously, and the grapes were squeezed into his mouth at the same time, and he licked a finger.
The tip of his tongue froze, and Meng Shuyu's ears and face began to burn.
Seeing Zhou Jun lowering his eyes to look at the index finger she had licked, she slowly turned her body, turned half of her back to Zhou Jun, swallowed the grapes and drank orange juice to cool down.
"Do you want more?" Zhou Jun asked behind her.
"Enough, enough..."
This demon should stop while he's ahead.
After all, Zhou Jun is no pushover.
If you are not careful, both you and the enemy will be destroyed.
"Do you still want to eat some fruit takeout?" Zhou Jun asked again.
Meng Shuyu immediately picked up the phone and replied to Lou Wenhong: No thanks, I have already eaten the fruit.
Then, she kept her back to Zhou Jun and turned the phone screen to show him.
Zhou Jun nodded and continued to eat his steak.
Meng Shuyu took a few small breaths, recovered a little, glanced at Zhou Jun who was no longer looking at her, and returned to her normal sitting position.
On WeChat, Lou Wenhong chatted about some family matters again.
It seems like a normal question asked by a man and a woman when they are dating to get to know each other.
What kind of fruit do you like to eat
What do you do at home on weekends
Are you busy at work
Meng Shuyu answered every question in a proper manner, occasionally adding "what about you" to show politeness.
After a few words, Lou Wenhong probably felt that the process was perfunctory enough and asked, "When do you want to sleep?"
Meng Shuyu didn't want to talk anymore and said "right away".
Lou Wenhong: I won’t bother you anymore. By the way, will you go to the smart home exhibition in Hangzhou next week
Meng Shuyu choked.
How come Zhou Jun guessed it right? Lou Wenhong really started talking about work.
Meng Shuyu has already confirmed the itinerary for the first day of the exhibition, but in order to prevent Lou Wenhong from really asking her for help, she replied conservatively: I'll see what Mr. Zhou arranges, it's not certain yet.
Lou Wenhong: Okay, I’ll come to the exhibition hall in Sendai then.
Meng Shuyu nudged Zhou Jun with his elbow: "You really understand businessmen..."
Zhou Jun turned his head and took a look at the chat history.
This is not a businessman.
A man who uses business as an excuse to get close to women.
But it was indeed he who just emphasized Lou Wenhong's business motives, and now Meng Shuyu was misled by him and did not think about other aspects.
Zhou Jun glanced at Meng Shuyu: "What is he doing-"
"He's trying to get close to me. I sense that." Meng Shuyu nodded.
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"That's why I didn't tell him the time. There will be so many people at the exhibition and we may not meet. Don't worry, I know how to use a little effort to achieve a great result. If there is any problem, I will practice Tai Chi and won't give him the chance to get close to you."
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It was already past half past ten when I finished having Western food with Zhou Jun.
Meng Shuyu returned to the car, feeling satisfied but also a little physically exhausted, so he just sat there quietly on the way back without any more trouble.
It didn't rain tonight, so Zhou Jun drove the car to the downstairs of her apartment.
When it was time to say goodbye, Meng Shuyu held the door handle but didn't move. He turned around and asked Zhou Jun, "So I'm leaving?"
"Yeah." Zhou Jun turned his head and looked at her.
"You just huh?"
"So what do you want to hear?"
"It's not too much to say good night, right?" Meng Shuyu raised his chin.
"What if I say that's too much?"
Meng Shuyu gritted his teeth and spoke word by word: "Then you are really going too far."
Zhou Jun raised his hand and rubbed the top of her head: "That's enough."
Meng Shuyu frowned and looked at him.
What? This person must have been surfing in the non-mainstream era and thinks that "good night" is the same as "I love you", so he would never say it.
But when he touched the top of his head that he had rubbed, he felt his hair was smoothed out again, which seemed less harmful than hearing a good night. Meng Shuyu thought it was okay, opened the car door and got out, turned around and said "Go to bed early", and entered the apartment building.
After returning to the apartment with a throbbing heart, Meng Shuyu opened WeChat as soon as he entered the door and excitedly pressed the voice button: "Chen Xing, I'm so happy! I'm so happy! I'm so happy that I'm exploding into the sky! Thank you sister for your help!"
Chen Xing on the other end sent a long string of ellipsis.
And a voice message: "So, it seems that Zhou Jun didn't intentionally abandon you at the Hot Spring Villa, and he didn't ask you to deal with the peach blossoms just to treat you as an assistant. You can rest assured now."
"Of course I'm relieved. I'm super relieved now!" Meng Shuyu was lying on the sofa, spreading the pancake excitedly, turning over and over again.
Chen Xing: "So tonight I found out that she is interested in you. Do you have any other feelings besides happiness?"
"What does it feel like?"
"It feels like a sexual crush."
If Chen Xing hadn't suddenly brought this up, Meng Shuyu would have almost forgotten that he "didn't seem to be a normal person".
Meng Shuyu sat up straight on the sofa, thinking about the recent roller coaster of emotions, picked up the phone and replied to Chen Xing: "Everything is fine at the moment, but this is only the first night, I will observe it for a while, but I think it should be fine... right?"
After all, although I got high suddenly before, I wasn’t as high as I am now before I got high.
Meng Shuyu had never had this feeling before, as if the other party had taken a remote control -
Just a little fanning can ignite a raging fire.
After pouring some water, the flames that shot up to the sky were completely extinguished.
When he walked away, she felt like a deflated ball.
He moved closer, and every cell in her body leapt with joy.
Chen Xing: "Okay, then I'll wait for Zhou Jun to treat me to a meal."
Meng Shuyu covered his face and went back to the sofa to make pancakes.
Downstairs of the other apartment.
Zhou Jun stood outside the car, leaning against the door, looking up quietly at the lights on the seventh floor. After a while, he tapped his eyebrows lightly, opened the door and got in.
On Wednesday, Meng Shuyu arrived at the company in high spirits, even though it was the most difficult day of the week.
These days, she is like a high school student who suddenly falls in love with school because of a boy she has a crush on at school. She wakes up every day without an alarm clock, and once she wakes up, she can't go back to sleep. She gets up, washes up, and goes to work as if she has been injected with chicken blood.
At ten o'clock in the morning, Meng Shuyu was happily busy at her workstation. She saw Tang Xuanxuan coming over and said, "Sister Shuyu, do you have time to confirm the official document? If there is no problem, I will issue it."
Meng Shuyu followed Tang Xuanxuan to Zhou Jun's office cubicle. She glanced at the glass wall and saw Zhou Jun signing a document. He noticed her gaze and slowly raised his head.
Their eyes met briefly, and Meng Shuyu couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth. He endured it and quietly looked away, walked to Tang Xuanxuan's workstation, and put on a serious face again.
This official document is the organizational structure adjustment made by Tan Qin at the end of September under the instruction of Zhou Jun.
In Moridao's original organizational structure of "minister-director-general manager", the "director" link was removed to complete the centralization of the general manager's power, and the position of "supply chain consultant" was added to the supply chain system, which was held by the original supply chain director Zhao Rongxun.
As soon as the word "consultant" came out, everyone could see that it was an empty title with no substance.
Zhao Rongxun has become a marginal figure in Moridai.
Meng Shuyu checked the document and nodded to Tang Xuanxuan: "Send it to all business departments."
"okay."
Meng Shuyu took one last sneak peek at Zhou Jun, then walked out and returned to his workstation.
A quarter of an hour after the official document was issued, a commotion was suddenly heard in the corridor.
Meng Shuyu looked up and saw Zhao Rongxun striding towards him from the other end of the elevator.
Several colleagues from the lower departments tried to persuade and stop him, but they could not stop Zhao Rongxun's rage.
Meng Shuyu's scalp tightened. He turned around and whispered to Feng Yiming, "Call the security guard," then walked out.
"Mr. Zhao," Meng Shuyu stopped Zhao Rongxun, "Mr. Zhou is busy now and it is not convenient for him to see you for the time being."
"I don't care if it's inconvenient for him! Even if he is busy with his father's business, he has to give me an explanation!"
Zhao Rongxun walked around Meng Shuyu and was about to move forward. After all, he thought that she was from the headquarters, so he kept her company and said something more, "Assistant Meng, a general manager who has been here for less than two months wants to force me, an old man who has worked here for ten years, out of the way. Does the headquarters really not take his move seriously? If this continues, if he has a backup plan in the future, will Moridao still be a subsidiary of Yongyi?"
"Please be patient. The adjustment of the organizational structure has been approved by President Cai..."
Meng Shuyu didn't really think that these words would appease Zhao Rongxun, so he just wanted to delay a little while and wait for the security guard to arrive. Unexpectedly, before he could finish his words, the door behind him slowly moved open.
"Assistant Meng," Zhou Jun called her, "Let him in."
Meng Shuyu looked back at Zhou Jun and made way.
Zhao Rongxun snorted coldly, straightened the collar of his suit and walked inside.
Meng Shuyu looked at Zhou Jun worriedly, but saw that he quickly closed the door and adjusted the glass wall to one-way light transmission.
Two minutes later, four security guards arrived on the eighth floor.
Meng Shuyu asked the security guard to step aside first, in case she thought too much and made a fuss. It would also be awkward when Zhao Rongxun came out later. However, she already had the security department's pass in her hand, ready to open the door at any time if something went wrong.
After waiting for about ten minutes, no sound came from Zhou Jun's well-soundproofed office.
Meng Shuyu stood at the door and saw the three secretaries looking at this side anxiously. Just as he was about to let them do their own things, he suddenly heard a muffled "bang".
The muffled sound transmitted under such sound insulation was actually a loud noise. Meng Shuyu took out his card and opened the door without thinking, and the four security guards rushed up together.
As soon as the door opened, Potian's curse came out: "... Bah! Who the hell do you think you are! You come here to show off and rob others, isn't it because the Zhou family didn't give you a penny of their wealth!"
Four security guards rushed forward, grabbed Zhao Rongxun and dragged him out.
Meng Shuyu looked at the broken vase on the floor with fear and trepidation, and trotted over to Zhou Jun who was sitting on the office chair: "Are you hurt anywhere?"
Zhou Jun brushed his sleeves, smiled and shook his head.
Outside, Zhao Rongxun was carried to the corridor, still shouting, "Zhou Jun, you are a lost dog! You know that all your family's property belongs to your brother! You are just crazy about money and power!"
Meng Shuyu's face turned cold, and he said to the outside, "Shut his mouth for me."
The security guard covered Zhao Rongxun's mouth.
The corridor fell silent.
Meng Shuyu glanced at Tang Xuanxuan who ran in with her and said, "Tell them that whoever spreads these words will know the truth."
There were people everywhere, so Meng Shuyu was not in a position to talk to Zhou Jun in private for the time being. Seeing that he was not injured, he asked the cleaning staff to clean the office and then left.
When I returned to my workstation, Zhao Rongxun's words kept repeating in my mind.
Although it was obviously the last crazy talk of someone who was at his wits' end, judging from Zhou Jun's reaction it didn't seem to be groundless.
She always felt that the more he smiled, the more true Zhao Rongxun's words were.
After thinking about it for a long time, Meng Shuyu couldn't sit still and waited until lunch time. Seeing that Zhou Jun's wall was still one-way light-transmitting, he pretended to take a document and went into his office.
Zhou Jun was standing by the French window with his hands in his pockets, looking at something outside.
After making sure the door behind him was closed tightly, Meng Shuyu put down his documents and walked forward, asking carefully, "Don't you want to take a nap and rest?"
Zhou Jun turned around and said, "You haven't slept either."
"How can I sleep?"
Zhou Jun raised his eyebrows: "Why can't you sleep?"
"I... am worried about you."
Zhou Jun smiled and walked to the sofa and sat down, slowly pouring a cup of tea: "Why are you worried about me?"
"That Zhao Rongxun's words were too harsh. He has been working for ten years and no one has come out to protect him. Why doesn't he reflect on what he has been doing for the past ten years and still has the nerve to curse people?"
Zhou Jun glanced at her sideways, smiled and took a sip of tea.
Meng Shuyu sat down next to Zhou Jun. "He talks as if Sendai was originally his property. Mr. Cai has already nodded to the official document. Why would he bother? Is he the son of the Cai family? Otherwise, he can just say that he wants money and power. I respect him for speaking the truth. But using the headquarters and Mr. Cai as a shield is nothing..."
"Meng Shuyu," Zhou Jun put down his teacup and leaned back on the sofa, "You are a little—"
"Hmm?" Meng Shuyu turned his head away.
"Quarrel."
"… "
Meng Shuyu's face fell: "I came here with good intentions to comfort you."
"Yeah," Zhou Jun said softly, "but it's still a bit noisy."
Meng Shuyu stared at Zhou Jun for a long time, and realized that he was seriously annoyed by her noise, so she stood up with a gloomy face.
Before she could take a step, Zhou Jun suddenly grabbed her wrist.
She dropped her eyes and looked back at him.
"What I mean is," Zhou Jun looked up at her, "if you want to comfort me, you can just sit with me quietly for a while."
The word "accompany" seemed to have touched a sensitive nerve. Meng Shuyu's unhappiness disappeared immediately. He blinked and asked, "... Well, where do you sit?"
Zhou Jun glanced at the sofa below him: "Where else do you want to sit?"
Meng Shuyu choked: "I was just thinking, maybe sitting on your lap would be more useful?"
Zhou Jun nodded suddenly: "Good idea."
Meng Shuyu thought he was being sarcastic again and was about to sit down on the sofa obediently when the hand holding her wrist suddenly exerted force.
She fell down under the force and sat crookedly on Zhou Jun's legs.
"Then let's try it." Zhou Jun rubbed his thumb on her pulsating wrist pulse, hugged her on his lap, looked up at her and said.
The author has something to say: Wuuuu Zhou Jun, you are shameless!