No one paid any attention to him.
Fu Jingchuan has passed him and entered the office.
Ke Chen didn't dare to ask any more questions. He contacted the agency online, handed over his requirements to the agency, and got into busy work.
When it was almost noon, the agency matched him with the house he needed and made an appointment with him to view the house.
Ke Chen was not sure whether Fu Jingchuan wanted to see it in person or entrust him, and he did not dare to make a decision for Fu Jingchuan.
He turned and glanced at Fu Jingchuan's office. Fu Jingchuan was busy.
Ke Chen stepped forward and knocked on the door. He said "come in" and walked in. He turned the screen of his phone to Fu Jingchuan.
"Mr. Fu, the agency has recommended two houses. You can see if any of them are suitable."
Ke Chen said, turning the phone screen towards him.
Fu Jingchuan took a look and saw that the screen of his mobile phone showed photos of two apartments. The decorations were all simple and elegant, in a simple European style.
"Which building are they in?"
he asks.
Ke Chen: "One has 11 buildings, and the other has three buildings."
When he mentioned "Three Buildings", he saw Fu Jingchuan's dark eyes move.
"The agent asked you if it is convenient for you to view the house tonight? You can view the house after get off work."
Fu Jingchuan nodded: "Then make an appointment tonight."
Then he handed the phone back to Ke Chen. When he looked back, his dark eyes glanced at the upper right corner of the computer. It was almost twelve o'clock.
He was silent for a while, then picked up his phone and called Shiyang.
The phone was picked up after a brief ring.
"Still busy?" he asked.
Qing Qian's soft voice made Ke Chen couldn't help but glance at Fu Jingchuan.
He had never seen Fu Jingchuan so gentle during working hours.
Fu Jingchuan held his mobile phone in one hand, his handsome face calm.
Seeing Ke Chen look over, he glanced at him lightly.
Ke Chen immediately packed up his things and went out. Before leaving, he did not forget to remind him: "Mr. Fu, it's time to eat."
"You go first."
Fu Jingchuan said that his attention had returned to the phone.
Shi Yang's voice on the other end of the phone was as polite and distant as usual: "No."
Fu Jingchuan: "Are you going to eat?"
The person on the other end of the phone hesitated for a moment: "I've already gone down with my colleagues."
Fu Jingchuan was silent for a while, and then responded lightly: "Yes."
Ke Chen, who was about to go out, couldn't help but look back at Fu Jingchuan.
He had hung up the phone and placed the phone casually on his palm. His eyelids were half closed, and his brows had a deliberately calm look.
Ke Chen couldn't help but call him: "Mr. Fu?"
Fu Jingchuan glanced at him, then stood up and walked to the elevator.
Fu Jingchuan's handsome face was calm along the way, but it was a calm that gave people a sense of distance, rather than peace.
Under such calmness, Ke Chen, who had been with him for many years, consciously chose silence and did not dare to make too much noise.
When he arrived at the restaurant, he saw Fu Jingchuan's black eyes casually glance at the long queue, and then paused when he saw Shi Yang in the queue.
She was joined by colleagues including Cao Meihui, Yan Yao, Xie Yuchen, Tang Shaoyu and Shangguan Linlin.
Shiyang also saw Fu Jingchuan.
Maybe it was because he had mentioned having lunch together in the morning, but she didn't wait for him to join him. When Fu Jingchuan looked over, Shiyang felt a little guilty inexplicably, and hesitantly turned his eyes away.
Fu Jingchuan did not step forward, but lined up behind the team in a very down-to-earth manner.
Although he is the president of the company, he rarely uses privileges on such occasions, and he does not deliberately set up a leadership restaurant.
The entire company's senior management, like ordinary employees, follows the rules and lines up to get meals when dining in the cafeteria.
The canteen employs five-star restaurant chefs, and the ingredients and categories are fresh and abundant. There is no need to deliberately differentiate between the catering of leaders and employees.
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After finishing the meal, Shiyang sat down with everyone at the table in the corner of the restaurant as a habit.
But this time, Fu Jingchuan did not find another table to sit at as he did last time. Instead, he walked towards them.
Everyone was chatting and laughing while eating, but when they saw Fu Jingchuan coming over, they were busy moving their seats and closing their microphones. The windy aura of his footsteps brought an invisible pressure.
Cao Meihui was well aware of the sense of oppression brought by Fu Jingchuan. She instinctively shut up as soon as Fu Jingchuan approached, and then moved her chair closer to Shiyang, wanting to free up the space next to Fu Jingchuan, but she didn't expect it. As soon as she pulled up the table, before she could even sit down, the dinner plate in Fu Jingchuan's hand was placed in the empty space between her and Shiyang.
Cao Meihui: "..."
Everyone looked here in surprise.
Fu Jingchuan didn't seem to notice, he turned around calmly, pulled out a chair, and sat down next to Shiyang.
Cao Meihui: "..."
When she reacted, she quickly pulled the chair back to its original place, and even pulled it closer, trying her best to distance herself from Fu Jingchuan.
Fu Jingchuan ignored her, but turned to Shiyang calmly: "Didn't we agree to have lunch together?"
"..." Shiyang's smile froze a little, "We all made an appointment to come down for dinner, so we got together."
"Um."
Fu Jingchuan responded calmly and was not angry because of her words. He just picked up the chopsticks neatly, glanced at the simpler dishes in her bowl, and put the untouched fish pieces on his plate into her bowl.
"You haven't been in good health lately. Please add more protein to boost your immunity."
Shiyang: "..."
Everyone: "..."
