In a high-end office building, many well-dressed white-collar workers leave the company one after another during off hours.
The streets in the business district are full of people, cars are flowing continuously, the traffic lights are changing colors, and the whole city is full of prosperity.
In the office facing the window on the twenty-seventh floor, after I finished packing up my files, I looked up and saw the golden sunlight outside filling the tall buildings.
What I saw was a blurry modern scenery.
Boom, someone knocked on the door twice.
Ye Minglang appeared at the door of the office wearing a handmade retro slim-fitting suit.
His hair was cut short and he looked particularly energetic.
He walked in and glanced casually at his desk.
"Assistant Ning, your hands and feet are a little slow.
You're just taking your time.
Are you ready to stay the night?"
This brat, ever since I agreed to Mingzhu to temporarily work at the Ye family enterprise, or to be precise, to work for Ye Minglang, this guy no longer calls me an old witch, but calling me "Assistant Ning" always sounds very harsh.
I ignored it, put the things in the drawer, locked it, took the key and pressed it under the antique furnishings on the table.
"I've sorted out your schedule for tomorrow.
I printed a copy and put it in the drawer.
I also sent an email to your mailbox."
I said as I picked up my bag and prepared to go out.
"I'll leave first if I have nothing else to do."
Ye Minglang raised his thick eyebrows: "Assistant Ning, is it too early to go to the nightclub at half past five?"
After a pause, I turned around and walked up to him, stretched out a finger and said, "Shh, this is the secret of the sisters.
Just pretend not to know.
Be good."
After saying that, I turned my back and waved to him.
Wave your hands.
Ignore him gritting his teeth behind him: "Don't think that just because you are as old as my sister, you treat yourself as an elder."
"Ha, sorry, that's the truth."
Across the corridor, you can still vaguely hear Ye Minglang muttering in a low voice: "You are only two years older than me."
There were people coming and going on the street, and I walked through the crowd to a secluded road.
I couldn't help but laugh when I looked at the bar on the roadside that hadn't opened yet.
On the third day after I came back, Mingzhu, a woman who didn’t know what kind of stimulation she had, took me to a bar to drink in the middle of the night.
When I was very drunk, Ye Minglang called me.
So he was caught red-handed.
I smiled, that brat looked like I was leading his sister into trouble, which was quite interesting.
The bus arrived and I got on it.
Get off at the station.
Entered the apartment where he lived.
It has to be said that the treatment provided by Ye's company is very good, not only the salary is high but also the apartment in a good location is provided to live in, except for the ridicule from Ye Minglang from time to time.
The work is easy.
After washing, I sat on the sofa in the living room and dried my hair.
The LCD TV was turned on to play the news.
The whirring sound of the hair dryer was mixed with the slightly monotonous voice of the anchor, adding a lively atmosphere to the 80-square-meter two-bedroom apartment.
After your hair is semi-dry.
I turned off the hair dryer and kept an eye on my phone while eating some fruit.
It was a couple's model I bought together with Song Li.
Mingzhu always thought the style was ugly and asked me to change it, but I didn't agree.
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It's been more than half a month since he left that day, and Song Li would send text messages whenever he had free time.
Tell me what interesting ghosts you have taken in recently, or complain about what stupid things that crazy woman Huang Jia did.
We kept in touch frequently and talked about everything.
Except for one person, Bai Ming'an.
Bai Ming'an and Ruan Lan had questions on their lips many times but could not speak out.
I also have no way of knowing the progress of the two of them.
But that’s fine.
If you know it, it will bother you, so it is better not to pay attention to it.
The juice of the grapes was sour and sweet.
I spit out the seeds and my phone on the sofa vibrated.
I picked it up almost immediately, it was a pearl.
I'm a little disappointed.
"Hello."
"Xiao Huan, open the door."
Mingzhu's voice sounded a little dull, as if she had been drunk.
I raised my eyebrows.
Recently, this woman's mood has been very abnormal: "You are outside the door, I'm here, wait."
He opened the door, wearing simple suspender shorts and big wavy pearls, and stretched out his hand.
"Hi."
"Hi" I waved my hand, wrinkled my nose, smelling of alcohol, "Why are you drinking, you are broken in love" Mingzhu walked straight past me and fell down on the sofa regardless of appearance, with her left foot on the ground and her right foot on the armrest.
Mingyan's brows furrowed tightly: "Quick, get me a glass of water."
This is strange.
Mingzhu has always had a distinct personality.
When faced with questions, she either answers or stares and spits and refuses to answer.
Either way is clear, but now she actually avoids answering.
Something fishy.
I narrowed my eyes and poured a glass of warm water into her hand.
She moved her wrist in an attempt to bring the glass to her mouth, and a cup of water spilled on her body.
She was silent for a few seconds and cursed.
"Damn it, everything is really not going well."
I took the cup and fed her a drink.
She took a sip, then hit her head on the sofa and sighed, "What bad luck, what bad luck."
Putting the water glass on the table, I lifted one of her legs.
I patted the back of her leg and asked, "What's wrong, Miss Ming?
Who is so bold and dares to offend you?"
I just teased him casually, but I didn't expect that her beautiful eyes were as round as marbles, and she squeezed out a few words from between her teeth: "Hypocrite, what a villain."
What a hypocrite.
What did you mean?
I turned my head to show that I was confused.
Judging from her appearance, if I pursue the question now, there's no guarantee that I'll die in an ugly way, so I'd better forget it.
"No matter what, you'd better wash up first, Miss" After coaxing Mingzhu to bed, I called Ye Minglang, reported that she was safe, and then asked sideways if Mingzhu had any suitors recently.
Ye Minglang is indeed a son of the Ye family, and his sensitivity in capturing information is comparable to that of a police dog.
"My sister is always the one who suffers when faced with a man, unlike you."
Ye Minglang finished his evaluation of Mingzhu and then turned to me, "I like someone and run away without even daring to confess.
It's really Good character.” "" I pursed my lips, "What did your sister tell you?"
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Ye Minglang laughed sarcastically: "Please, Master, do you know my IQ of 120?
Do you know your association and logical analysis?
I saw in the Qin family villa that you harbor evil intentions towards other teachers.
How can you hide your third-rate acting skills from anyone?"
I:"" My face was burning red, but I still kept my words, trying to save some dignity, so I said righteously: "What nonsense are you talking about?
Ye Minglang, let me tell you, although you are my boss..."
Ye Minglang interrupted me: "Just remember that you are my subordinate.
After you send my sister home tomorrow morning, you will immediately go to the company to accompany me on a business trip.
That's it."
"Hey, me" Beetle beep, Ye Minglang hung up on me.
Come on, brat.
I had nowhere to vent my anger, so I stared at my phone a few times, threw it deep into the sofa cushions, and drank several glasses of water angrily to calm down a little.
It's very cowardly to like something but not say it out loud.
This thought popped up and I immediately shook it out of my head.
What are you thinking?
Ignore that brat with an IQ of 120 and a negative EQ.
Despite this, I still kept my eyes open and watched the ceiling until dawn
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