Ma Mingzhao didn't expect that Zhou Jingchen, who had always been indifferent and taciturn, was interested in teasing him, so he bit the bullet and smoothed things over, "The plum blossoms of the company are blooming, I'm fascinated by it."
The man seemed to be smiling but not smiling, "Be careful next time, you will be rewarded, safety first."
Ma Mingzhao felt weird, but couldn't describe what was weird, so he laughed with him in confusion, "I picked two relatively strong companies and planned to report them to the headquarters and choose one of the two."
Zhou Jingchen picked up the water glass and took a sip of water to moisten his throat, "Which two?"
"Huada and Wanli."
Cheng Xi raised his eyelids and happened to catch Ma Mingzhao's gaze.
She felt a chill and lowered her eyelids.
Zhou Jingchen had no reaction and drank the glass of warm water one sip after another.
Ma Mingzhao was unsure, "What do you think?"
"Did the meeting take place to vote?"
"Not yet..." Ma Mingzhao said tentatively, "This is my preliminary plan at the moment."
Zhou Jingchen did not express his position in the end, and sent Ma Mingzhao away, leaving only Cheng Xi. He pointed at the bidding documents of eight companies on the table and said, "The pages are messed up. Please sort them out."
Cheng Xi looked around and asked, "Where is Miss Guan?"
He took a painkiller and closed his eyes to rest.
Logically speaking, Guan Liang would not let go of the opportunity to be attentive to him, unless there was a greater attentiveness waiting for him.
Cheng Xi sat down by the window, sifting, classifying, and revising page after page. This was not the job she was supposed to do, but now Wanli was begging Beihang Group for cooperation, so she had to work hard on the tasks assigned by Party A's sponsor.
Halfway through sorting, Guan Liang pushed the door in carrying a men's clothing bag.
It turned out that he was going to buy new clothes that fit Zhou Jingchen.
She found that Cheng Xi was also there, her smile froze for a second, and then bloomed again, complaining about Zhou Jingchen, "Ms. Cheng is an intern employee, why are you testing her? How long did it take for her to sort out the thick stack of tender documents?"
Zhou Jingchen glanced at her as if nothing had happened, "Miss Cheng?"
Guan Liang explained generously and appropriately, "When I call her Xi'er, it's too close, and it's easy for your subordinates to misunderstand her."
Cheng Xi turned a deaf ear and flipped through the bidding documents, focusing on the page numbers.
She understood that Guan Liang thought she was an eyesore.
With her present, Guan Jingchen couldn't use her methods to stick to men. Zhou Jingchen was worried about her and couldn't let go.
Guan Liang wished she could be driven out of the Zhou family and out of Zhou Jingchen's life.
First, we distance ourselves by addressing each other, but over time, the private contacts will naturally become less and less intense.
"Try it, size 185, it might be wider." Guan Liang reached out to unbutton Zhou Jingchen's buttons. The man looked past her and towards the door of the infirmary. Next door was the gym, where employees were coming in and out. He brushed Guan Liang's hand, " Let’s not try it yet.”
Guan Liang also understood the rules and said, "Okay, get in the car and try again."
Cheng Xi thought that this kind of woman who was well-informed, knew how to advance and retreat, and could provide emotional value was indeed a man's sweetheart and sweetheart.
...
Zhou Jingchen received a call from his old house in the evening, and the entire Zhou family knew about the accident that happened here.
If he doesn't go back, Mrs. Zhou will come in person.
Guan Liang reluctantly said goodbye to him at the crossroads, and the moment she tiptoed to kiss him, Cheng Xi turned her head away.
"Remember to call me."
He said nothing.
"Won't you kiss me?"
Zhou Jingchen was tall and strong, and it was a little difficult for Guan Liang to hold him, and the toes of her shoes were about to stand up.
"Mr. Zhou, the old house's call came again." The driver urged him.
"We have time to fight." After Zhou Jingchen finished speaking, he got into the car and Cheng Xi moved to the side to distance himself.
Along the way, he said nothing to refresh himself. Cheng Xi was also very tired and snuggled into the back seat to take a nap.
It was almost midnight when the car drove into Zhou's courtyard.
The lights were brightly lit upstairs and downstairs, and Mrs. Zhou stood in the entrance hall wearing a fur coat.
Zhou Jingchen was an only child, so even if his skin was scratched a little, Mrs. Zhou would be worried about his infection, let alone coming home wrapped in gauze.
Mrs. Zhou was so angry that she used her connections to seal down the blasting site. The contractor was so frightened that he came to apologize. It was said that the developer was a big shot and the commercial building he was building was impossible to build without someone with powerful hands and eyes. As a result, the developer learned that he was provoking He killed the young master of the Zhou family and ran away, admitting defeat.
Cheng Xi took the porridge cooked by the nanny and went up to the bedroom on the second floor.
Mrs. Zhou glanced at the porridge bowl, "Jing Chen only drinks shrimp porridge, he doesn't drink plain porridge."
She blurted out, "Seafood is hairy, Brother Jingchen's wound is inflamed."
"I was negligent." Mrs. Zhou blamed herself and was happy at the same time. "Jingchen, look at Xi'er, how attentive she is."
Zhou Jingchen was wearing pajamas, and his collar was mostly open, revealing his slightly red chest. The tip of his nose was moist from the sweat he had just slept on.
Zhou's house has top-notch floor heating equipment, a constant temperature system is embedded in the walls, and there is a fireplace in the bedroom, which is so smoked that it never gets dry or damp. Every inch of Zhou's house is filled with every inch of land.
"The lady from the Guan family took the initiative to chase you out of town?"
"Yeah." Zhou Jingchen stared at Cheng Xi, the porridge in her hands, the white porcelain spoon, the celadon bowl, and the round red nails, and he looked away.
"The Guan family is anxious to support their daughter to rise to power." Mrs. Zhou smiled, "Jing Chen, you were kidnapped when you were seven years old. You must remember. If the Guan family dares to inquire about your whereabouts, send your daughter there." It’s a big taboo of the Zhou family.”
The bone in Zhou Jingchen's molar bulged, and the tip of his tongue rolled, "Yeah."
"Did you spend the night together out of town?"
Cheng Xi's stirring of the porridge froze.
"In your eyes, do I sleep with one person or another?" Zhou Jingchen began to act clumsy. He rarely acted clumsy. Once he did, Mrs. Zhou would definitely lose her temper.
But often he plays tricks and guesses right, trying to cover up the truth.
Cheng Xi squeezed the handle of the spoon tightly and looked at the rice milk at the mouth of the bowl in confusion.
"Really spent the night?" Mrs. Zhou insisted on asking for an answer, "Xi'er, did the lady of the Guan family stay in his room all night?"
"You have placed an intelligence agent next to me." Zhou Jingchen seemed helpless and amused, "No wonder she hesitated, it was because of your instructions."
"Xi'er can't lie, she doesn't hide anything from me." Mrs. Zhou took Cheng Xi's hand lovingly and entrusted him, "When your father and I return to Suzhou to settle down, no matter which family you marry, whether your sister-in-law will get along with you or not. , you must take good care of Xi'er."
"You can take her to Suzhou." Zhou Jingchen said coldly, refusing to accept the entrustment, "Isn't the Ye family going to move to the south?"
Cheng Xi's hand trembled in Mrs. Zhou's palm.
"Ye Bonan's company is in the north and he can't move there. Xi'er has a hard life and doesn't have a good natal family to support her. She will rely on you as her brother from now on."
A smile appeared on Zhou Jingchen's lips, neither deep nor shallow, neither happy nor angry, making it impossible to figure out what he was thinking.
"Xi'er, why are you sweating so much?" Mrs. Zhou was curious and spread out Cheng Xi's palms, which were all wet. "Are you hot?"
She was restless and her eyes were evasive, "It's the heat."
"You have been greedy for cold weather since you were a child, secretly eating iced watermelon in winter, and one year you got enteritis..." Mrs. Zhou muttered as she went to open the window.
Zhou Jingchen stared at Cheng Xi silently.
I don't know whether it was because of her words about taking good care of Xi'er, or because she was angry that she checked on him for Mrs. Zhou.
In short, he was extremely silent.
