How Could He Possibly Like Me?

Chapter 5

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Meng Shuyu didn't know how long it took him before he mechanically sat down opposite Zhou Jun with a buzzing head and mechanically handed over the documents in his arms.

When she came to her senses, Zhou Jun had already taken the file bag, untied the rope around the bag buckle, and pulled out the materials inside.

After listening to the rustling sound of flipping papers for a long time, Meng Shuyu finally had a slight sense of reality - the new boss she would be working with day and night was the good brother of her former ambiguous object who had witnessed her "ugly behavior" twice.

China has more than one billion people.

The chance of this happening to her was one in over a billion.

Even the lottery king would say it’s awesome after hearing this.

What was she thinking about before she came here today

Make a dignified appearance

The first shot in her undercover career

I don't know which undercover agent has not yet been put in place, but the enemy has seen through all his secrets...

Meng Shuyu grabbed her skirt with her hands on her knees, lowered her head and closed her eyes.

Next second.

"How long will it take to sort it out?" the person on the other side asked as he flipped through the materials without even looking up.

Meng Shuyu subconsciously looked at the materials in his hand: "This has been sorted and checked..."

"I mean," Zhou Jun raised his eyelids and glanced at her, "your emotions."

"… "

Meng Shuyu looked at this face that had no empathy at all and vaguely remembered his reaction when he first saw her today.

This man probably had heard from Jian Cheng that she worked at Yongyi before. Plus, she showed up at this place at this time today, and opened her mouth with the word "Ren", so he guessed her identity at first sight.

Then he sighed, he shook his head, and he drank his tea in silence.

"."

Meng Shuyu took a deep breath and gently smoothed the wrinkled skirt: "Thank you Zhou..." She paused as if her mouth was burned, "... always caring about me, I'm fine."

"Then let's get started."

However, after spending half an hour explaining some matters related to the job, Meng Shuyu was so exhausted that he felt like he had run up and down the stairs ten times.

I could numb myself briefly when I was talking about serious matters, but as soon as I finished speaking, the uneasy feeling came back.

In particular, the decoration style of this teahouse is incredibly similar to that of a Japanese restaurant called Matsushima-ya in Nanhuai.

In order to continue the official atmosphere, Meng Shuyu asked: "Do you have any questions?"

Zhou Jun was reading the materials at a glance and answered casually, "No." After two seconds, he seemed to think of something and looked up at her: "Go back and send me a resume."

"… "

He had no doubts about the material.

Have doubts about her.

Meng Shuyu choked up and forced a smile: "Okay, no problem."

Zhou Jun lowered his eyes again.

Meng Shuyu stopped talking and humiliated himself, but he felt suffocated just sitting there, so after a while he found an excuse to go to the bathroom.

After she disappeared, Ren Xu, who had just seen the guests off, reminded Zhou Jun, "Boss Zhou, I have already forwarded Assistant Meng's resume to you."

Ren Xu remembered it very clearly. More than a month ago, Yong Yi sent the resumes of three assistant candidates and asked Zhou Jun to choose one.

However, Zhou Jun seemed to have lost his memory at this moment: "Really?"

"Yes, you picked Assistant Meng's resume from the three candidates and said you wanted this one. I was wondering why you picked a young one."

"I picked it?"

"?" Ren Xu blinked, "So - I picked it?"

"So that's how it is."

"… "

The tea room was quiet for three seconds.

"Yes," Ren Xu nodded firmly, "I picked it. You never care about such trivial matters. Before today, you didn't care who your new assistant was."

In the bathroom, Meng Shuyu was holding his phone in front of the sink, sending a bunch of messages to Chen Xing, but he didn't get a reply for a long time.

Although no one paid any attention to her, the exclamation marks all over the screen helped her to vent the anger that she had been holding in for half an hour.

Estimating that the time was about up, Meng Shuyu practiced a fake smile in front of the mirror and walked back to the tea room.

Zhou Jun just put the last stroke on the signature column of the material and closed the cap of the signature pen.

Meng Shuyu sat down opposite him again, took the materials and quickly checked them. He was in no mood to appreciate the beautiful handwriting that was so powerful that it could penetrate the back of the paper. He continued to ask mechanically, "Excuse me, Mr. Zhou, is the second character in your name pronounced jun or juan?"

"Juan."

"OK."

Meng Shuyu collected the materials with a sense of relief. Just as he was about to leave, he heard Ren Xu ask, "Assistant Meng, are your apartments close to Mr. Zhou's?"

It's more than just "close".

For convenience, the company allocated housing to her and Zhou Jun in Wangjiang Mansion near Sendai Industrial Park.

The only difference is that she lives in a single apartment on the outskirts of the community, while Zhou Jun lives in a high-end apartment closer to the inside.

When she was choosing a house before, she thought that since she had to keep a close eye on the situation, she might as well choose one that was close to the water.

So she could see Zhou Jun's balcony when she opened the window of her house, and it was not impossible for her and her boss to drink tea together while looking at each other through the window after work.

Meng Shuyu said "yes" with regret that only he knew.

"That's great," Ren Xu smiled, "How about you take Mr. Zhou over to see his accommodation? I have something urgent to do here, so I may not be able to follow Mr. Zhou."

What is the art of speaking in the workplace

You said it was just in passing, so if I don’t agree, wouldn’t it be immature of me

A quarter of an hour later, under the guidance of Ren Xu, Meng Shuyu went to the underground garage and drove a black Mercedes-Benz S600 onto the ground, then stopped at the door of the teahouse and waited for Zhou Jun to come down.

Before she saw him, her cell phone in her passenger bag suddenly rang with a WeChat voice call.

When I took it out, I saw it was Chen Xing.

I guess he came here because he heard her complain.

Meng Shuyu looked at the back seat of the car warily before answering the phone. He said hastily in a breathy voice, "I have something going on right now. I'll tell you later!"

After saying that, he quickly hung up without waiting for Chen Xing to react.

After a series of smooth movements, Zhou Jun just opened the back door of the car.

Meng Shuyu threw her phone onto the center console as if nothing had happened, not sure if Zhou Jun had seen her stupid behavior which was a conditioned reflex due to the psychological trauma she had inflicted on her by him.

After he sat down in the back seat, Meng Shuyu was afraid that he would bring up something else, so he cleared his throat and said to the rearview mirror, "Would you please fasten your seat belt?"

Zhou Jun looked at her and pulled the seat belt without saying a word.

"I've been driving for more than three years and my driving skills are pretty good, but just to be on the safe side..." Meng Shuyu said dryly for the sake of conversation, started the car and stepped on the accelerator.

Meng Shuyu studied in Hangzhou for four years. She did her internship in Sendai for nearly a year in her senior year. Because she wanted to return to her hometown after graduation, her leader who had high hopes for her at the time recommended her to the Nanhuai headquarters.

During her internship, she often went out for work, so she was quite familiar with the area and basically didn't need a navigation system when driving. However, this made the cramped and enclosed space even quieter.

The dark interior and the man in black in the back seat created a dull feeling that made the air conditioning in the car seem to have solidified.

Meng Shuyu had never felt such oppression when following Mr. Cai, who was over 50 years old.

She looked at the center console and asked tentatively, "Would you like to listen to some children's songs?"

"In no mood."

Meng Shuyu blinked: "Do you mind if I turn on the navigation?"

"mind."

“…Okay.” Meng Shuyu nodded and smiled, giving up struggling.

Fortunately, Zhou Jun didn't seem to have any intention of "reminiscing" with her. Perhaps because he saw her good driving skills, he closed his eyes and rested in the back seat after a while.

Only then did Meng Shuyu realize that half of the oppressive feeling in the car came from his pair of dark eyes.

Seeing that he seemed to have fallen asleep, Meng Shuyu stretched his stiff back and loosened his grip on the steering wheel.

Just as they were approaching their destination, there was a sudden vibration in the car, where you could hear a pin drop.

Meng Shuyu turned his head with a start and looked at the center console. He saw the caller ID "Jian Cheng" and forgot to step on the accelerator for a moment.

Zhou Jun in the back seat seemed to be woken up. He opened his eyes and looked towards the source of the sound.

Meng Shuyu immediately freed up one hand and pressed the hang up button.

The car instantly returned to silence.

Meng Shuyu swallowed softly, thinking that she would not be able to see the caller ID clearly from such a distance, when she heard a familiar laugh coming from her nose that still frightened her to this day.

"… "

She slowly raised her eyes and met Zhou Jun's unfriendly gaze in the rearview mirror.

Zhou Jun raised his eyebrows: "A principled—scumbag?"

Meng Shuyu paused: "I haven't contacted him... I don't know why he called me suddenly."

"You decide."

Hearing the distrust in his tone, Meng Shuyu frowned: "After I told you last Friday, I made it clear to him the next morning that I would not transfer the payment to you..."

"Look at the road." Zhou Jun raised his chin towards the intersection ahead.

Meng Shuyu withdrew his gaze and gripped the steering wheel tightly, feeling so much pain in his heart and liver.

Less than a minute later, the center console vibrated again.

It was Jian Cheng who called again.

Meng Shuyu let out a deep breath and was about to hang up the call when he heard Zhou Jun speak first: "Pull over."

Seeing that he was giving her time to deal with her personal affairs, Meng Shuyu hesitated, parked the car on the side of the road, answered the phone and said "Hello".

The receiver was silent for a few seconds, and then a male voice with a thick tongue came out: "Shu Yu, you...are willing to answer my call..."

Meng Shuyu was stunned and asked hesitantly: "Jian Cheng? Have you been drinking?"

Jian Cheng didn't answer, but just kept talking to himself: "Shu Yu, I've thought a lot about this in the past few days since you left... I still don't want to give up on you like this... Since you don't have someone you like now, then I should have the right to work hard..."

"Jian Cheng, you've drunk too much," Meng Shuyu interrupted Jian Cheng awkwardly, glancing at Zhou Juan from the rearview mirror, not knowing how much he had heard, "Where are you, are there any friends around?"

"Shuyu, do you have time tomorrow? I bought a high-speed train ticket to Hangzhou..."

Meng Shuyu covered his forehead with a headache, thinking about how to say it so that Jian Cheng could understand him, when suddenly there was a "click" sound of the lock being loosened in the back seat, and the next moment, an extremely aggressive masculine scent approached in an instant -

"Baby, who's calling so late at night?"