Cheng Xi's school is very famous for its science major, and most graduates go to work in Fortune 500 companies. This year is the 100th anniversary of the founding of the school. The school leaders held a future development seminar, and Mrs. Zhou, as the honorary principal, also attended the school.
Cheng Xi and two girls from the Department of Foreign Languages served as etiquette at the venue.
After the meeting, Cheng Xi took the leaders away from the venue one by one. Mrs. Zhou sat at the conference table and stopped her, calling her, "Xi'er, Jing Chen left an important document at home, recording the research data. He didn't. Don’t worry, employee, you can deliver it to him personally, you don’t have class on Thursday.”
There is indeed a precedent in the industry. The design drawing was sold to a competitor by an internal employee at a sky-high price, resulting in a loss of hundreds of millions. It was reasonable for Zhou Jingchen to be defensive, but he just asked her to give it away...
The blood in Cheng Xi's head solidified into paste, and he spoke after a long while, "My internship company has a project, so I may work overtime..."
"I didn't support you in Wanli. It's just an internship. How can you be so busy? I told Jingchen that he would find a position for you in the group." Mrs. Zhou brushed the tea leaves from the cup and said, "The Ye family is If you marry into a wealthy family and have no worries, why do you have to endure hardship? If you want security, the Zhou family will invest in a beauty salon and count it as your dowry. They usually hire people to take care of it for you, so you don't have to get up early and stay late."
Cheng Xi didn't want to owe the Zhou family too much, so she kept her head down and didn't continue.
Mrs. Zhou put down her tea cup and hesitated, "Xi'er, did you lie to me?"
She suddenly became excited.
His face turned pale.
"I don't understand..." Cheng Xi probably had something to do with Zhou Jingchen. Except for Zhou Jingchen, she had never lied in front of Mrs. Zhou.
"You told me that the Hermès was a high imitation and you bought it for fun. Did you really lie to me?"
Cheng Xi's chest felt like it was going to burst in the next second.
"Who gave it to you?"
In fact, Mrs. Zhou was already suspicious at Zhou's house that day.
Until today when she went to the store to pick up the goods, she found out that the only limited edition one in the city was bought by an anonymous man last week, and she immediately thought of Cheng Xi's one.
In recent years, all major red and blue blood brands will reserve one for Mrs. Zhou. If she doesn’t want it, other rich ladies will have to pick it up. What’s more, the allocation of this Kelly bag is as high as hundreds of thousands, and the most important thing is the silk. The scarf and belt were so ugly that even the rich woman who spent the money without blinking an eye felt that it was not worth it, so she bought them in exchange. This shows that the man behind Cheng Xi is not only rich, but definitely wealthy.
His financial status is comparable to that of the Zhou family.
To survive this, you must be at least forty or fifty years old.
Of course, it is not ruled out that little girls admire successful "uncle types" or fall into the trap of sweet talk. Old men can easily bully little girls.
Mrs. Zhou looked sternly, "Xi'er, which man is it?"
Cheng Xi pinched his knuckles until they turned white.
"You are about to meet the eldest son of the Ye family. Don't take the wrong path at this juncture. A woman who makes one wrong move in a shady relationship will ruin her reputation for life."
Cheng Xi lowered his eyelids and all the color drained from his face.
"I learned about the school's rumors about you from the department head. It was Jingchen who stepped in to solve the problem and punished your roommate."
Upon hearing his name, Cheng Xi froze.
"Jingchen is still hiding it from me for you, because he is afraid that I will be angry with you."
She trembled imperceptibly.
Mrs. Zhou relented, "Okay, I won't force you. Jingchen has a sense of propriety. He knows the true nature of a man best. You have to listen to him."
Cheng Xi responded softly.
...
Zhou Jingchen did not stay in a hotel during this business trip, but stayed in the branch's executive dormitory.
Located in a mid-to-high-end residential area in the city center.
Cheng Xi left the high-speed rail station at 4 p.m. and arrived at Building B of the community at 4:40 p.m.
Zhou Jingchen’s house number is 1009.
She rang the doorbell.
The sensor light in the corridor flickered on and off, and the tall and heroic silhouette of the man leaned against the entrance, calm and composed as if he had guessed her arrival.
"Have you got a meal yet?"
Cheng Xi nodded, "High-speed rail meal."
Zhou Jingchen took a shower, and his wet black hair was combed back into a casual back. He tied the belt of his nightgown and tilted it slightly sideways to make way for him.
"Come in."
Cheng Xi knelt down and groped for the cabinet, "Are there any slippers?"
"Not prepared."
She was wearing cotton boots, and the soles were wet with melted snow. When she was about to take them off, Zhou Jingchen handed her a pair of men's socks, "Put them on."
His shoe size is 43, his feet are large and slender, and his socks are wide, so her size 36 boots fit perfectly.
The long and narrow corridor could only accommodate one person passing by, Cheng Xi in front and Zhou Jingchen behind. They were so close that there was no unnecessary sound, only her breathing and his strong and regular heartbeat.
The computer screen in the living room showed that the video conference had just begun.
He leaned over and took apart the throat medicine on the table. The belt was too loose. When he bent down, his groin was exposed to the air. The deep and straight curves, one centimeter below, were the strong and thick hair.
Cheng Xi felt uncomfortable and took out the sealed bag from his bag, "The documents you want."
Zhou Jingchen opened and closed his body, leaned on the back of the sofa, took a sip of water, rolled his Adam's apple, drank again, and rolled again.
Cheng Xi's heart felt a little uneasy under his gaze, "Remember to call Aunt Zhou."
"How many days have you asked for leave?" he finally asked.
"one day."
"Tomorrow is Friday, another day please."
Zhou Jingchen's legs were bent, his elbows rested on his knees, his chin was propped up with a fist, and he listened intently to the meeting. "Go back together on Saturday. The branch will send a car to take you there."
Cheng Xi's pupils shrank and she looked at him.
He just happened to look away from the screen and look at her.
"I passed Wanli's preliminary review, and the branch will conduct a review. Your department manager will also come." Zhou Jingchen calmly explained and continued the meeting.
Cheng Xi hasn't recovered yet.
It's not that she expected anything to happen in the past two days, Zhou Jingchen was a man with a "quasi-girlfriend" after all. It was the tempting and thrilling feeling of being alone with him, like a foggy trap, attracting and hooking her.
Cheng Xi was confused for a moment.
Zhou Jingchen also said that he would ask her for the last time if she would follow him.
She didn't agree.
He won't bring it up again and break this boundary.
"No. 1008, the opposite door, is empty. The key is in the entrance drawer."
Cheng Xi turned around and saw a key in the drawer, as well as Zhou Jingchen's headquarters work permit.
She glanced at the open suitcase next to her with her peripheral vision. His change of clothes was neatly folded, including a blue and white plaid scarf.
It was hand-knitted, and the weave was unfamiliar, and the grid wasn't even aligned.
Cheng Xi learned to knit scarves in her freshman year of college. It was popular at that time to give scarves and sweaters to boyfriends. They were knitting in every dormitory. Although she didn’t have a boyfriend, she knitted a few haphazardly, and the best one she knitted was given to Zhou Jingchen.
It was his twenty-seventh birthday present.
But Zhou Jingchen never wore it, maybe he threw it away.
This scarf was most likely woven by Guan Liang, which proves that they met again yesterday. Zhou Jingchen should be very satisfied with Guan Liang, otherwise he would not carry it with him. He has always been a career maniac, and women's things are never stuffed into his business suitcase. .
Cheng Xi's throat felt sore and she quickly took the key, "When the manager arrives, call me and I'll meet you at the branch."
"Do you have a pass?"
She stopped.
Zhou Jingchen was at work all day. He was dizzy after hearing reports from his subordinates one after another. He massaged his brows to relieve fatigue, "You come with me tonight."
Cheng Xi pursed her lips and said, "Sorry to trouble you."
The man looked at her for a while, with a cold and distant face, "Get out."
