Until 11 o'clock at night, Chen Jiaxian was still sitting at her workstation watching online classes.
I just don’t want to go home.
There were staggering footsteps, and someone swiped a card to open the office door. Chen Jiaxian suddenly looked back, and several male colleagues and people from the merchant came in supporting Pan Qiaomu.
Pan Qiaomu smelled strongly of alcohol.
Although the Changlefang project is in a good location, it is too old and lacks commercial potential, making it very difficult to attract investment. Big brands are either not willing to enter, or they require projects to pay sky-high decoration fees. The behavior of small merchants is really hard for Pan Qiaomu to accept, but he can only try his best to adapt.
The general environment is getting worse day by day, and business is becoming more and more difficult to do.
"Mr. Pan, we are all rough people and have no taste." The people from the merchant were also drunk, and there was teasing in their words, "You are an elite from a famous school, you may not be used to it."
Pan Qiaomu really wasn't used to it.
Tonight, a merchant brought a young female employee over and asked her to toast everyone. Someone grabbed the female employee's hand to see if the wine in her glass was empty.
The female employee said she drank it all, but the man didn't believe it and reached out to touch her face: "Then why don't you blush?"
Pan Qiaomu looked at the others, who turned a blind eye.
He blocked her calmly, and the female employee pushed him away gently: Mr. Pan, I also have to support my family.
Everyone burst into laughter, and Pan Qiaomu was given a few more drinks.
Several people helped Pan Qiaomu in. Chen Jiaxian stood up in a hurry. Just as she was about to go over to help, Pan Qiaomu turned his face and cursed impatiently: "Do you want to be troublesome?"
Chen Jiaxian was startled and subconsciously sat back at her desk.
The people from the merchant still saw Chen Jiaxian and whistled: "Mr. Pan, is there a beautiful secretary in the office late at night?"
Several male colleagues were silent.
Pan Qiaomu said rudely: "It looks so good." He pointed at the office door and said to Chen Jiaxian, "I don't have my card with me. Please swipe it for me."
Chen Jiaxian stood up, and the people from the merchant looked at her several times. Pan Qiaomu clicked his tongue impatiently: "Hurry up."
Chen Jiaxian swiped her card and Pan Qiaomu pushed her into the office.
There was a commotion outside, the lighter buzzed, and the smell of smoke slowly drifted in. Pan Qiaomu shouted: "You guys are going to deliver the bosses to your doorstep." Several colleagues responded and sent the merchants away in twos and threes, and the outside became quiet again.
Pan Qiaomu's smiling face gradually became cold, and he smashed the table angrily.
He closed his eyes for a while, rubbed his face, sat up straight, and unbuttoned his shirt one by one with one hand, revealing a clear outline of his chest.
But I heard a cough in my ears.
Pan Qiaomu suddenly woke up, opened his eyes, and saw Chen Jiaxian standing aside.
"Why are you here?" He hurriedly held up his shirt.
"You can't drive after drinking. I'm calling a driver for you." Chen Jiaxian turned away in a hurry, but felt it was inappropriate. When speaking to her boss, it was polite to look directly at the other person. So she turned back, only to be glared at by Pan Qiaomu.
Chen Jiaxian hurriedly covered her eyes with her hands.
Pan Qiaomu tied his shirt hastily to his chin, opened the cabinet, took out the pillows and blankets, and pulled out the camp bed: "No need. I'll make do with it here for one night."
Chen Jiaxian wanted to say something else. Pan Qiaomu had a splitting headache. He covered his head and waved his hands: "Thank you - I won't send it to you. Please turn off the light for me, okay?"
Chen Jiaxian turned off the lights and left, while Pan Qiaomu fell into a deep sleep.
In the early morning, Pan Qiaomu vomited several times in the bathroom. He took a shower, tossed his shirt in the washer and dryer, and groped his way back to the office. He began to feel hungry.
There is a chair prominently placed at the door of the office.
Neatly placed on the chair were a bottle of Cippo mineral water bought from a convenience store, two bags of ready-to-eat chicken breasts, and even a set of paper dishes. There is a pair of scissors next to it.
Pan Qiaomu lowered his eyes.
It must have been done by the project secretary. His assistant was not as attentive.
Pan Qiaomu opened the mineral water, reached out without hesitation, and swept the chicken breast into the trash can.
He cares about his image and never eats cheap food with too many additives.
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The night after Chen Jiaxian's menstruation ended, she had a dream.
The man was wearing a shirt, and the small shell buttons shone with a faint polarizing light. He put one hand on her ear and unbuttoned the buttons one by one with the other hand. The lines of his body are clean and clear.
who is he? she does not know.
This dream is silent. There was no outpouring of love from either she or him.
She didn't see his face either.
But she could clearly feel the vigorous desire in her young body.
Every time before and after menstruation, her desire is like a river of accumulation. It's autumn now. But her river seems to be on a slightly cold spring day. Everything is wet and excited, ready to move upward. This force is rushing forward, looking for a breakthrough outlet.
Chen Jiaxian woke up.
The time on the phone showed 5:30 in the morning.
Everything was quiet. Before her parents got up, Chen Jiaxian got up gently, washed up, and went out quietly.
On the way, she checked her meager balance again.
One bag of ready-to-eat chicken breast costs 12 yuan, and two bags cost 24 yuan. This is really a luxury for her.
Now that she has a job, she receives her own paycheck, and she can indulge in her occasional luxuries.
Chen Jiaxian is full of hope.
At the entrance of the company, Chen Jiaxian and the cleaning lady passed by each other. The cleaning lady held the trash can in her hand, and Chen Jiaxian saw two unopened bags of ready-to-eat chicken breasts inside.
She skipped breakfast to save money. The moment I saw it, my first reaction was not disappointment or anger, but a gulp of saliva.
Without saying a word, Chen Jiaxian sat at her workstation, opened the online class, and started reading.
At nine o'clock in the morning, Pan Qiaomu finished exercising in the company gym. After taking a shower, he saw an extra email from Guan Xi in his mailbox.
Pan Qiaomu called his assistant: "I need to go on a business trip for 10 days to visit merchants. I will leave tomorrow. Please help me go through the process and book tickets."
He dried his hair and buttoned his shirt with one hand, buttoning it up to his chin. The tiny shell buckles sparkle with a hint of polarized light.
The assistant reminded on the other side of the phone: "Mr. Pan, did you see the email just now? Public relations manager Guan Xi will officially arrive at work tomorrow morning. Regarding this part of the business, you need to complete the handover with her tomorrow."
Pan Qiaomu smiled: "Then I'll set off tonight."
Just as the assistant was about to remind him, he realized that the war was quietly starting, and he immediately stopped: "Okay."
Pan Qiaomu hung up the phone.
He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the gym and looked out. The contiguous old houses are like shabby patches.
A declining industry. Difficult investment environment. Vulgar wine table culture. Hangover headache.
Pan Qiaomu drank his second glass of iced Americano with an expressionless expression. He has a pair of passionate peach blossom eyes, which seem to be smiling when he is not smiling, but there is no emotion in his amber pupils.
