Gu Zhun remembered, but he still stopped his memory to the shameless "touching experience" and the later "ceremony" to confirm with friends. Are you an old classmate or friend of Mr. Zhang? So... Is my job specially arranged by Mr. Zhang? But why did he know the university I attended, and why did he know that I would appear at that job fair
Gu Zhun wants to go home right away, to clear his mind and think about how to deal with the relationship between friends and bosses in the future. This interpersonal relationship is a bit difficult...but he has no choice but to leave now—Zhang Heng took him all the way I came to a small private room of a Japanese-style izakaya, and I was still sitting by the sliding door. If I wanted to go out, I had to crawl over Zhang Heng's corpse.
"Looking at your expression, you think of me."
Gu Zhun turned his head and didn't want to admit it, who knew that "Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor" that big pervert back then would become a big president.
"I went abroad after graduating from the third year of junior high school. I promised my dad that I would take over the company after graduating from university, so I am a newcomer to the workplace just like you."
The new ones are not enough friends!
Gu Zhun lowered his head and took a sip of Japanese ramen. Zhang Heng on the side handed him a glass of sake. Gu Zhun evaded, "You can't drink it during working hours."
Zhang Heng paused, but he didn't force him, but just drank it by himself.
Gu Zhun only cared about the ramen and pork chops in his bowl, and didn't look at Zhang Heng at all. He felt guilty in his heart, and he didn't know how he should look at Zhang Heng. It's like what the seniors in the university said before, try to establish a good relationship with the boss as much as possible, keep warm with colleagues, and keep your job with your tail between your legs. But he always felt that Zhang Heng would be unhappy if he treated Zhang Heng like this. After all, we were all old classmates, so... this was the contradiction Gu Zhun was facing.
Seeing that Gu Zhun buried his head in silence, Zhang Heng didn't say anything, just sighed, ate a few sushi hastily, and then called the waiter to pay.
Time flies, I have to sigh, time really kills pigs, not just age and appearance, but everything. Or, was it wishful thinking from the very beginning
That's right... I have liked Gu Zhun since the second year of junior high school, and I have never told anyone about it. Of course Gu Zhun didn't know that I liked him until now. It has been seven years since I came back to China specifically to save that period, and regret not expressing my friendship.
I don't know if the time is still waiting for anyone, I hope he can wait for me, return to him before Gu Zhun completely dusts off the memory about me, and tell him clearly that I love him...
(end of this chapter)