"Why do you keep teasing her, she's much more interesting than your circle of plastic sisters."
After Jiang Chun left, Gu Kaiyang fiddled with the straw, squinting at Ji Mingshu.
Ji Mingshu said leisurely: "It's because it's interesting. Don't you think she looks like a penguin? She's so cute."
Gu Kaiyang paused, his eyes rolled up without knowing where.
After teasing Jiang Chun, he went to a full-body spa. Ji Mingshu's mood was much better than when he was in the hot spring.
Unlike the one who just opened his mouth to Jiang Chun, Ji Mingshu and Cen Sen actually had very little contact. No matter at home or abroad, the two of them would not take the initiative to find each other, let alone accompany them at night. They usually met at home. It depends on fate.
Cen Sen's offense early in the morning made Ji Mingshu not even want to get involved with this fate.
She didn't go back to Mingshui for the whole weekend, and she just stayed at ease in the apartment in the city center, thinking about changing the design drawings by the way.
I have to admit that Cen Sen Natong's ridicule hit her self-esteem. She repeatedly looked back at the drawings and the photos of the zero-degree dinner. She was suddenly glad that the interior designer usually did not have a name on such an occasion.
Cen Sen didn't go back to Mingshui Mansion either. He had just returned to China, and there were so many entertainments. Moreover, the company's good show has just begun, so how can the protagonist leave the scene early.
On Monday, since Cen Sen's transfer notice to take over the group, Junyi employees received another blockbuster.
Dozens of high-level personnel change notices were announced on the intranet without warning, including the day Cen Sen returned to the company. He did not come forward and asked his secretary to disarm the current general manager, Huang Peng.
And these so-called personnel changes, to put it simply and clearly, are dismissals.
Outside the president's office on the 68th floor, there was a row of black-clothed bodyguards standing early in the morning.
Today's Junyi spectacle—
Several high-level executives rushed to the president's office to discuss their explanations, but were dragged out of the door by the bodyguards and sent to the elevator without mercy.
Some high-level executives seemed to be demented. After being dragged out, they completely ignored their usual high-ranking image and cursed father and mother in front of the employees from layer to layer.
People are probably strange creatures that don't hurt themselves and don't have a long memory. If the Nancen Pangzhi rice bug still occupied the company a few years ago, it must be no surprise to today's scene.
In comparison, today Cen Sen was a little gentle in his actions. After all, the last time, he asked his bodyguards to throw him out of the group building.
The last one to visit the president's office was Huang Peng.
Huang Peng's name looks round and rough at first glance, but his body is thin, with gentle eyebrows and stylish attire.
He is close to the age of ears, and he still looks like a beautiful uncle in his early forties who is in his prime, which fits well with the compliments of being personable and refined.
Thinking about it, if he hadn't loved tidying up so much, and liked to talk about life and philosophy before going to bed, a girl in her twenties wouldn't want her son and Lao Tzu like Xi Bao.
"Uncle Huang, sit down."
Cen Sen invited him to take a seat gently and politely, but it was difficult for Huang Peng to put on the calm posture of having everything under control in the past.
He stood up straight, and there was an uncontrollable coldness in his voice, "Don't dare, Mr. Cen and I are afraid that we won't be able to make friends with this kind of uncle and nephew."
"What is Uncle Huang talking about?" Cen Sen leaned back slightly on the back of the chair, straight to the point, "If it wasn't for Uncle Huang's face, how could I care about Xiaofeng. Xiaofeng is playing a little lightly now, as I Say, learn a lesson."
Some things have been prepared for too long, and he no longer wants to go around in circles.
When Huang Peng heard this, his pupils shrank suddenly.
Huang Zifeng is the only son of Huang Peng. He has been a fool since he was a child. He knows all the good things and is proficient in everything bad.
But that little girl likes mature and stable money, she abandons him like a shoe, and she is determined to follow Huang Peng.
Because of this incident, the originally unharmonious father-son relationship has become worse and worse. In recent years, Huang Zifeng has played more and more fiercely outside. It is no exaggeration to say that he is a social scum with all kinds of poisons.
"What did you do to Xiaofeng?"
Huang Peng lowered his voice, and it was not difficult to hear the tension in his words.
He has always beaten and scolded his ineffective son, but no matter what, he is just such a single seedling who inherits the "Yellow" position. If he hadn't controlled him openly and arrogantly secretly, he would not have used Huang Zifeng to become such a waste.
Cen Sen clasped his hands, and said slowly: "I was in Xingcheng a few days ago, and it happened that Xiaofeng played too much with his friends and was detained by the police. I have already told the police, Uncle Huang, don't be nervous."
These days, Huang Peng was busy dealing with the Cen family's big move, and Huang Peng didn't have time to worry about where Huang Zifeng was wandering. Now that he thought about it carefully, he hadn't heard from Huang Zifeng for about a week.
Huang Peng knows exactly what kind of virtue he has. Last year, three men and three women were skating so blindly, it took him a lot of work to get them out. This time, after being detained for so long without any movement, Cen Sen obviously came prepared.
The air fell into silence for no reason at this moment.
Huang Peng's tense expression eased, and his attitude suddenly softened a lot. He first thanked him, and then began to talk about the old friendship.
"Speaking of which, you and Xiaofeng are also brothers. When he was in high school, he talked about Brother Sen every day. It's been so many years. He's not like you, he's not good enough."
As he spoke, he shook his head selfishly.
It's a pity that Cen Sen's expression was flat, as if he didn't hear, he opened a document at hand, pushed the pen with the cap off, and pushed it forward together.
"Retirement is a good thing. Uncle Huang will have more time to discipline Xiaofeng in the future."
He only wore a tailored dark shirt today. When he raised his hand to straighten the skirt, he could vaguely see the silver square cufflinks on his wrist, which was the same as the newly added black, white and gray metal elements in this office, which complemented his whole person It's all cold.
This battle has already been won and lost.
Seeing that Cen Sen didn't take the emotional card at all, Huang Peng's gentleness stopped on his face, gradually became stiff, and then slowly retracted.
After a long silence, Huang Peng still took a step forward.
He looked straight at Cen Sen, took the pen very slowly, refused to bend his waist, and didn't even look at the signature at the end of the document.
Cen Sen didn't avoid his gaze either. After Zhou Jiaheng confirmed his signature, he said coldly, "Don't worry, Uncle Huang, I've reserved a table for Xiaofeng at Lanlou. It's time to clean up the dust. You go now, and the time is just right. Company matters If there are too many, I won’t go.”
Huang Peng had blue veins on his forehead, and the corners of his mouth twitched indistinctly. Then he left the office without saying a word.
Although he didn't bend down from the beginning to the end, his back when he left seemed not as straight as when he came in.
Waiting for people to walk away, Zhou Jiaheng stepped forward, as if nothing had happened, and reported to Cen Senhui: "Mr. Cen, Jinsheng agreed to transfer the land in the north of Xingcheng City, and Lu Dong gave it a five percent reduction. I have already prepared a gift for someone to give Go to Jinsheng, the legal department is going through the contract, and it is expected to sign the contract this week.”
Cen Sen nodded.
"This is the adjusted itinerary for this week. Please take a look at it." Zhou Jiaheng handed over the tablet, "Also, the Nanqiao Hutong called and asked you and your wife to have dinner tonight."
Cen Sen looked at the tablet and nodded as before.
Not knowing what came to mind, he suddenly asked, "Madam is at home?"
Zhou Jiaheng looked at the nose and the heart, "At Bai Cui Tianhua."
Bo Cui Tian Hua is a well-known hotel serviced apartment in the imperial capital. In a place like the imperial capital where every inch of land is expensive, high housing prices are not uncommon. The reason why Bai Cui Tianhua can be known to everyone is because of the circle of cultural concepts it has created.
At the beginning of the opening of Baicui Tianhua, there were rumors that the qualification review of home buyers was very strict and many celebrities were rejected.
At the beginning, it was difficult to verify whether it was real or real estate hype, but now, this place has really been successfully built into a gathering place for blockchain bigwigs.
Ji Mingshu's apartment here was a wedding gift from her uncle Ji Rusong, and it occupied the entire top floor of Bai Cui Tianhua.
On one side is a nearly 20-meter-long arc-shaped panoramic floor-to-ceiling window, and on the other side is a wide balcony like a castle in the air, allowing you to have a panoramic view of the southern scenery of the imperial capital.
Ji Mingshu raised a lot of flowers and trees on the balcony, obviously he didn't know how to take care of his own greenhouse flowers, but the flowers and trees he raised had grown wildly like a strange garden, flamboyant and lively.
When Cen Sen arrived downstairs, Ji Mingshu just came up with a satisfactory blueprint.
She took the blueprints and admired them repeatedly, wishing to call Gu Kaiyang and let them hold a new dinner immediately, and then push Cen Sen to the scene, let him open his dog eyes to see how shockingly amazing Miss Ji's true level is.
After appreciating it one hundred and eighty times, Ji Mingshu got up satisfied, stretched his waist, and stepped on the messy floor to fill the bathtub.
Living alone doesn't have to be so polite, she deliberately placed the bathtub in the sun room.
After the water was ready, she turned on the music casually, closed the curtains on the side facing the window, and immersed herself in the warm water.
Downstairs, Cen Sen called Ji Mingshu twice, but they got through, but no one answered.
After going upstairs, he patiently rang the doorbell for another minute, but there was no sound inside, so he swiped his card to open the door.
The reason is that the sound insulation of the house is so good that there was silence outside, but when the door was opened, there was deafening heavy metal music coming from inside.
Standing at the door, Cen Sen thought for a moment that this young lady, Ji Mingshu, was willing to find a bunch of low-intelligence creatures to have a party at home.
When he saw the messy but empty room in front of him, he heard the voice of the female rapper losing his mind in the sound of music:
"Hey boy, look me!"
"..."
Cen Sen followed the prestige and saw Ji Mingshu sitting in the middle of the pool full of bubbles, holding a loudspeaker in one hand and raising the other hand high, making yoyo gestures and pushing up from time to time.
"Ji Mingshu is a fairy!"
"Fairy! Fairy!"
"The fairy who reverses all beings!"
"Fairy! Fairy!"
Although none of the lines kept up with the beat, she was quite good at stirring up the atmosphere. After singing a line by herself, she also vividly imitated the audience's response.
Cen Sen was forced to admire for thirty seconds.
When he thought that this deadly passionate rap was over, rapper Ji told him with his creative strength that everything was just the beginning.
"Ji Mingshu is a fairy!"
"Fairy! Fairy!"
"Let the fairy under your skirt bow down!"
"Fairy! Fairy!"
"The fairy you can't sleep with!"
"Fairy! Fairy!"
"Snipe with your orientation! Snipe! skr~!"
The sentence "skr" ended perfectly with the gesture of aiming and shooting, but the air fell into dead silence at this second.
Through the glass of the conservatory, Ji Mingshu seemed to see a line written on Cen Sen's face indifferently: Oh, I fell asleep.