"Damn it, I'm late!"
Just when Chengmei was depressed, Mingyao's text message came belatedly.
"Seungmei, just hide your bag next to Jin Junmian's security desk, and then dig a paper cup out of the trash can. Brother Yucheng and I have already packed it for you on site."
Seungmei happily placed the phone on her chest. Suddenly, a scalding heat surged into his throat. That sudden feeling is like encountering a heavy rain in the desert.
Sure enough, as soon as he entered the back door of the branch, Jin Junmyeon snatched Seungmi's bag in a panic, and then trotted away in a direction that no one could see.
Perhaps it was because the air conditioner had been turned on not long ago, but the office area was still chilly. Shen Zhenghuan kept stamping his feet to keep warm, and from time to time he would scratch his left and right sides in Yucheng's direction.
It was almost on the verge of breaking out, when she saw Chengmei holding the waste paper cup tightly and walking towards the work station with steps like a dragonfly. Shin Zhenghuan quickly stood up and stood next to Sun Meiyu, and rested his elbows on the kitchen. The fluorescent lights on the ceiling flickered uneasily, just like the overlapping gazes of Sun Meiyu and Shin Zhenghuan, as if they were twinkling and transparent cicada wings. , confused and squirming.
Chengmei glanced at the expressionless Jin Zhiyuan who suddenly squatted and ran to her seat. Looking at her slippery posture, she really looked like a vivid mermaid. She just disappeared into the deep water and jumped out of the water in the blink of an eye. Jin Zhiyuan had a weird expression. munching onion flavored potato chips.
"yes!", "yes!"
"Li Chengmei, when did you come in?!"
Just as Chengmei and Mingyao were exchanging secret codes vigorously, Sun Meiyu stood behind Chengmei with a black line on her face.
"Well, it was probably half an hour ago." Chengmei was a little flustered and hesitated.
"Really?! That's really weird. You weren't here before I went to make coffee!" Sun Meiyu shouted, dripping with sweat and panting. And quickly glared at Shin Zhenghuan.
"No, Director Sun, I really came in very early!" Chengmei explained in a panic, her palms wet with sweat.
"Oh? That's really weird! I arrived early but didn't change my work clothes. If Li Chengmei dares to be tough with me again, I'll have to adjust the surveillance! When the time comes, the branch manager will ask for your blessings."
Sun Meiyu stared at Chengmei with some complaints. Chengmei did not dare to look into her eyes and lowered her head angrily.
"Chengmei! Have you finished confirming the incoming and outgoing accounts of the customers I just asked you to transfer for me?"
Ming Yao ran to the middle of the two people and said loudly.
"Of course it's all confirmed, I'll type it out for you to review!"
Seungmei suddenly replied proudly.
"I will arrange things for you as soon as you come here! I didn't even give you time to change your work clothes. I'm really sorry. If Director Sun must deduct image points today, let them be deducted from my name, Zhou Mingyao."
Sun Meiyu was confused at that time, and her hand holding the list of deductions stopped in mid-air. Colleagues in the loan team all showed puzzled expressions, as if they thought Ming Yao was talking nonsense again, but unexpectedly, Shen Zhenghuan walked up to Sun Meiyu, with a smug look as if he was eager to protect her husband's authority.
"Hey! These are all trivial matters. Why are you arguing so blindly! Director Sun Meiyu, Li Chengmei is definitely a good colleague who is rarely seen in the branch for ten years, and Zhou Mingyao is the backbone of our loan team. Don't mess with the accounts. That's wrong. With your luck, you can't even win by twisting the bottle cap and getting another bottle..."
"Go, go, go! You are everywhere!"
Provocation is Shin Jung Hwan's specialty, but Son Mi Ok is good at fighting. If Meiyu immediately raised her hand to hit Shen Zhenghuan, he would definitely get a bloody head. So Shen Zhenghuan cautiously but unwillingly hid aside and looked at Meiyu for a long time. Meiyu spat in Shen Zhenghuan's face several times, and then angrily returned to the work station.
"If this continues, what if the two of them really date? Zheng Yucheng, can you just watch and do nothing?"
Looking at the office area where the smoke was gradually extinguishing, Yucheng sunk his body deeply into the back of the chair, as if being sucked in by a strong magnetic field suction cup...
