16.
Mr. Zhuang's illness became inexplicably difficult.
Moreover, Mr. Zhuang, whose annual salary starts at one million, has everything at home, but he has no medicine. Every day, he goes to the neighbor's house with a snarky tone to borrow medicine, eats and drinks, and secretly tells the hourly workers to come and go early, without cooking.
Then I asked for sick leave with peace of mind, thinking about going to the opposite door every day.
Lin Wen lives in his own little world. He doesn't know what the virtuous Mr. Zhuang is doing. With sympathy and compassion for Mr. Zhuang, he gives as much kindness as possible, and allows this neighbor to step into his snail shell again and again. Mr. Yu Zhuang made him feel very comfortable, the distance was appropriate, and his words were restrained.
Unlike everyone he's ever met.
He cherishes this neighbor who can tolerate his own peculiar temper and patiently listen to his stammering and complete sentence.
So Mr. Zhuang was sick for five days.
The boss called, angry and funny: "Zhuang Nan, don't you have a cold? It's been a week! Why is a cold so annoying?"
Zhuang Nan just acted gracefully in front of Lin Wen and made him smile. At this time, Lin Wen was preparing dinner in the kitchen. When the call came, he leaned against the door of the kitchen, looked at Lin Wen's back, and enjoyed the warm scene .
After hiding on the balcony and listening to the boss's chatter, Mr. Zhuang made a statement about his happiness: "Tomorrow Saturday."
Boss: "Huh?"
Mr. Zhuang was polite: "Although you are the boss, you can't deprive me of my statutory rest day. I will go back to work on Monday."
Boss: "Are you still Zhuang Nan! Isn't Zhuang Nan a workaholic?" After thinking for a while, he suddenly realized, "Is it a relationship?"
Zhuang Nan leaned on the small balcony, his eyes crossed the living room, and landed on the door of the kitchen where the warm lights were shining.
Are you in love
Probably still stuck on the first word.
Mr. Squirrel still doesn't want to talk to him.
17.
Mr. Zhuang didn't forget that he was still an office worker. On Monday morning, the beginning of the day's plan was no longer how to let Lin Wen open the door and let him in. Before going out, he wrote a postcard, bent down and stuffed it into the crack of A2401, happily. Throwing the car keys downstairs.
Lin Wen wouldn't approach the door if there was nothing important, but he was harassed by Mr. Zhuang for a week. He was always a little unconscious. After getting up early in the morning, he didn't wait for a knock on the door for a long time, so he couldn't help but take the initiative to approach. by the door.
Then I saw the postcard.
There is a string of beautiful handwriting on it.
"Good morning, Mr. Lin.
The boss urged people to go back to work and wish you a good day. "
by Zhuang Nan
After the three words "Mr. Lin", he also drew a vivid little squirrel, chubby, fluffy tail, and naive.
There was a smile in Lin Wen's eyes, he cherished the postcard, and couldn't help but blame the boss in his heart.
Mr. Zhuang's health is not good. He has been ill for so long and has not yet recovered before being recalled... I don't know if Mr. Zhuang's state will be blamed by the guests.
Financial Street, City A, in a certain building, the boss who was inspecting employees with coffee suddenly had an itchy nose, turned his head and sneezed.
18.
After a week of vacancy, a lot of work has really piled up.
However, Zhuang Nan handled these things with ease, calmly ignoring the resentful eyes of the secretary's assistant, and was quite happy.
During the meeting, he even walked away, showing a faint smile.
Mr. Zhuang rarely laughed so well. Not only was his colleagues shocked, but the boss was also very surprised. After the meeting, everyone was not in a hurry to discuss the work, and crowded around to ask Mr. Zhuang why he laughed like this.
Zhuang Nan's face suddenly turned cold: "I'm very busy? No work?"
If a group of people did not give up, they had no choice but to disperse in anger at Mr. Zhuang's usual majesty.
Then Mr. Zhuang secretly recalled Lin Wen's smile and continued to work.
After finishing the piled up work, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.
The boss also worked overtime in person today, went downstairs to Zhuangnan's office, brought a cup of coffee by the way, and rubbed his forehead tiredly: "Hey, let's drop by, my car was sent for maintenance, I know you're coming back today, and you didn't drive specially. ."
Zhuang Nan typed the last word, sent the email, and closed the notebook with a snap.
Then he kept a polite smile: "I'm sorry, I didn't make the right way."
The boss is confused: "Where do you live now? I brought a condolence to my door last week, only to find out that you haven't gone back recently."
Mr. Zhuang unhurriedly packed his things and picked up the car keys: "Near the suburbs - I will live there in the future."
"It's so late, you have to drive back that far?"
"Um."
"Tsk tsk, have you encountered any goblins and ghosts in the wilderness, beware of being sucked in."
Mr. Zhuang was too lazy to pay attention to him, and kept walking: "Let's go."
When he got to the garage and put his hands on the steering wheel, he couldn't help laughing.
Leprechaun? What kind of fairy is Lin Wen? Squirrel
It was late at night when he got home. No matter how thick-skinned Mr. Zhuang was, he was too embarrassed to disturb the people so late, so he had to write another postcard, stuffed it into the crack of the neighbor's door, and went back to sleep contentedly.
"Good night, Mr. Lin.
I wish you a good dream tonight. "
by Zhuang Nan