"Yi, the lead wire is very long..." Is that what she thought it meant? Zijun couldn't help looking at a certain place, because the boss's platform blocked her, so she couldn't see it at all, but referring to the size of his nose, it might be really long. However, this is not the point, the point is whether he is molesting himself like this, Feng Zijun rarely blushes at the thought of this.
Seeing her expression, Yan Shen couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief. It's time to convey his purpose clearly and clearly. I don't want the woman to blush, but there is no more to say. She lowered her head and counted her fingers. The man who had been full of expectations and finally showed the signs of a sunny day suddenly turned cloudy again.
Yanshen looked at her with a frown, and finally couldn't help standing up and walking over. He rescued her finger and put it in the palm of his hand to look at it. The finger was beautiful, but it was a pity that he didn't have any nails, and he had a bad habit of picking nails. Her nails made her pick a little bald: "Don't pick your nails in the future." In response to his habitual order, Zijun subconsciously nodded.
After nodding, he realized, no, does he care if he picks his nails or not, and it's not her son. Thinking of this, he blinked: "You care..." But under Yan Shen's overly stern gaze, he took it back.
Yanshen nodded in satisfaction, and stretched out his hand to stroke the hair on her temples. Zijun couldn't help getting goosebumps from this overly intimate gesture. Just as he was about to say that he had to go back, he had already said: " What to drink?"
Zijun replied habitually: "Coffee." Then she watched the man helplessly, walked back to the back of the boss's counter, and pressed the internal line: "Send me a glass of orange juice."
Zijun heard the nice voice of the secretary from inside: "Okay President." After a while, the secretary with a nice voice and a more beautiful person came in, bowed slightly respectfully, and put the freshly squeezed orange juice in the tray on Zijun. On the coffee table in front of him, and then backed out.
Zijun looked at the orange juice on the coffee table with a disgusted expression. She didn't like too sweet things, so she didn't like fruit juice either. Six years ago, she liked drinking tea, and she was used to drinking coffee after six years abroad, but juice, absolutely pass.
Yanshen looked at the space in the document, raised his head and glanced at her, and couldn't help frowning: "It's not for you to meet each other to let you drink."
"But I don't like to drink fruit juice, and when you asked me, I obviously said coffee..." You can't understand human language, human language, or human language.
Of course, the last half of the sentence only dared to slander in my heart. This man's aura is too strong. Feng Zijun, who is always bullying and afraid of the tough, and who is used to avoiding risks, absolutely has no courage to refute in person.
Yanshen signed his name, closed the document and put it aside, then opened the next one without raising his head: "Coffee is not good for the skin, orange juice is rich in vitamin C, it is better for women to drink, you are not Children, you should know what is good for you, isn't it obvious which is more important than appetite or health, you are not as good as Feng Yi in this regard."
Feng Yi? Why did she mention her son so well? Moreover, why did she mention Feng Yi in such a familiar tone? Is that her son? Besides, how can I do his shit? I like coffee, not only like coffee, but also He likes to eat snacks. If this man knows that he can eat snacks as a meal, he will frown so much that he can kill a mosquito.
However, when mentioning her son, Zijun remembered it. It seemed that the signing of the contract that she said last time hadn't been done yet. Thinking about it, she looked up at him and thought about her words a little: "Well, what did you say last time? How about that contract?"
Yan Shen raised his eyebrows and looked at her: "Are you short of money?" "Ah, well, no, no, just ask, ask..." Even if you are short, you can't tell him.
Yanshen's eyes flickered: "Feng Yi said you want to buy a house?" Zijun was stunned, and said in her heart that this kid is really quick-spoken, what to say about family affairs to an outsider, but when did this man meet Feng Yi, how did he I don't know: "Well, when will you meet again?"
Yanshen lowered his head to turn a page, browsed it quickly, signed his name at the bottom, and then said: "I haven't met, we talked on the phone. As for the contract..." Press the internal line: "Take Feng Yi's contract. Come up."
Zijun stayed with the contract in her hand for a long time before she came to her senses. Is it a bit thick? What did she write? As if she knew what she was thinking, Yanshen said lightly: "It's for Feng Yi, it's Chu's contract. The most generous terms that can be offered, after the father and son shoot is over, you can get about 2 million remuneration after deducting the brokerage company's commission and the tax payable. If you need money urgently, the company can also consider paying you in advance."
He paused as he said, "If you want to buy a house, I have a friend who is in real estate. There is a suitable real estate recently, Mingzhu Court in the west of the city. If I come forward, maybe you can get the lowest discount."
Zijun blinked. How did he know that he was interested in the house in Mingzhuyuan? She went to see it when she first returned to China. The Linshui community has complete facilities, beautiful environment and good room types. She naturally likes it, but Gao Shan The price of Yangzhi also made her sigh. The full payment of the two-bedroom apartment she valued would cost more than two million yuan.
However, if you get the son's money, plus what the two mothers saved earlier, it will be enough. If the man is willing to help, let me just say a few words and get the lowest discount point, maybe the decoration fee can be compared with the purchase of furniture. In addition to saving money on electrical appliances, I can also buy a small car with two boxes for transportation.
Although she doesn't go out often, she still has to go out a few times. She takes the bus and often loses things. She is super road-crazy, and it is easy for her to take the wrong bus or take a stop. It is difficult to call a taxi, so there are A car is a good choice.
The more I thought about it, the more I felt that the idea was good, but I looked at him suspiciously: "Well, how much can you pay in advance?"
"All, after you sign, I will immediately ask the finance department to calculate the remuneration Feng Yi can get, deduct the payable fee, and it will be transferred to your bank account within 30 minutes. If it goes well, you Then you can get the key to the Pearl Court."
Zijun looked down at the contract in her hand, and suddenly had a feeling that she had sold her son. Although her son was the product of her own impulse, it was her own after all, and she still expected him to provide for her in the old age. , It seems inappropriate to sell.
Although such a big temptation is ahead, thinking about her son's cute little face, I feel that I really signed it, and I feel a little sorry for my son. Thinking of this, I put down my pen: "I, that, I have to think about it."
Yan Shen didn't say anything, the little guy has a good sense of the camera, he is a star material, even if there is no mother Feng Zijun, he will sign Feng Yi, and Feng Zijun is just the added value of this contract, as for the house in Mingzhuyuan, she It is quite clear in the investigation materials of her mother that she went to see the house three times in just one month after returning to China, which is enough to explain the problem.
Moreover, he also wants her to move out. Although the father and son will start the machine soon, Feng Yue probably won't have time to live at home, but many things in Feng Yue's house are really inconvenient.
After all, Feng Yue is an artist under his banner. If the reporter smells something, he has nothing to do with Feng Yue, but it is not good for their mother and son.
Yanshen suddenly discovered that no matter what the purpose was, he was actually protecting the mother and son intentionally or unintentionally. It was just his rare kindness in a century, but this woman didn't appreciate it.
Seeing her hesitating look, Yanshen's mood became not so good. Perhaps, he could ask Qin Zheng out for a meal at noon, thinking of picking up his mobile phone and dialing the past, and booked a lunch with Qin Zheng. Wanting to order western food, I glanced at the woman opposite and asked the secretary to order Chinese food.
After ordering, Zijun ignored the entanglement, approved the rest of the documents, looked at his watch at 11:30, and stood up. As soon as he stood up, Zijun couldn't sit still, so he hurriedly stood up , but the contract in his hand was tightly held in his hand.
Yan Shen took a look at her before she put it down Shi Shiran: "Well, where are you going?"
Yanshen walked to the elevator: "If you are not hungry, just wait for me here." After saying this, Zijun suddenly felt a little empty, and forgot what she had eaten in the morning. I know when Feng Yue and her son will come back, so save as much as you can, anyway, it's been two meals anyway, and it's okay to have another meal.
Thinking of this, she walked over quickly and stood next to Yanshen. The elevator door opened, but no man entered. Zijun looked up at him suspiciously, and found the man staring at her with an expression on his face. His eyes fell on him slightly. In the bent arms, I suddenly understood that this man wanted to hold him by himself.
Zijun hesitated for a while, and felt that it was okay to hold him once anyway, so she stretched out her arms to hold him, and the two stepped into the elevator.
Zhao Dong, who was waiting for the big boss on the first floor, just watched the big boss come out with Miss Feng in his arms. It was tantamount to seeing a UFO. The young lady is very unusual, but it is unbelievable that she is so unusual that she can make a pair so quickly.
He just came out to see off the boss. The driver was already waiting outside. Feng Zijun saw Zhao Dong and greeted him politely. By the way, he scanned Shanshan's specific working floor.
Under the cold eyes of the big boss, unless Zhao Dong borrowed courage from the sky, otherwise, he would not dare to tell Feng Zijun, although he didn't understand why the big boss stopped Miss Feng from meeting Liu Shanshan, but the boss meant that The imperial decree, his little special assistant, the only way to save his life is to follow the order.
Therefore, I could only pretend that I didn't hear Feng Zijun's words, and sent the two of them into the car respectfully. Seeing that the car was gone, Zhao Dong entered the elevator, thought for a while, and pressed the floor where Liu Shanshan worked. Cute, for the sake of cuteness, remind her a few words appropriately, so as not to offend the big boss, and end up unemployed...