marital love

On the second day of work, Wen Yao was also in a state of fishing, occasionally handing over documents to colleagues, printing and copying, or helping to book hotels and restaurants.

It was flat and didn't make any splashes.

Because what Ye Zhi said last night made Wen Yao think about it calmly all night, plus during the day, she was spinning around at her workstation, looking up at unfamiliar people, Wen Yao gradually became impatient and impatient. Become calm.

More time for her to digest.

After three days of peace like this, she didn't even see a corner of Yan Sui's clothes.

Going up and down the elevator will not have such a coincidence as the first day of work.

She ran into Tang Meng in the elevator early this morning.

Greeted her with a smile.

"Sister Meng, good morning."

Tang Meng smiled, "Good morning."

She raised the breakfast in her hand, "Have you eaten yet, do you want some?"

Wen Yao took a look at the thing in her hand, it was in a transparent box, it looked quite delicate, and she recognized it at a glance.

It is crystal shrimp dumplings and char siew buns.

"I've eaten it. Sister Meng likes Cantonese-style breakfast?"

Tang Meng was a little surprised, looked down, and praised in a tone of voice: "You can see this, it's really amazing."

She laughed and said, "That's right, there is a Cantonese-style morning tea shop on the upper three floors in the southeast of our company, and many people in the company go there for breakfast."

Wen Yao: "That's not bad, it's very convenient."

Tang Meng winked at her, obviously there were only the two of them in the elevator, but she lowered her voice, "It must be good, even our company's Mr. Yan, who has always had a tricky taste, would order the morning tea there."

After speaking, he glanced at her.

Wen Yao's face did not change, she still maintained a slight smile, her heart was calm, "I will try it if I have the chance."

Probably because Amway succeeded again, Tang Meng was very happy.

She stood up straight, sniffed twice inadvertently, "Have you changed your perfume?"

Wen Yao: "It's indeed changed, is it obvious?"

The previous one was used up, and I got a little tired, so I replaced it with a new one.

Tang Meng smiled and said: "I have a good nose, which is different from the scent you brought out from your body two days ago. What kind of scent is this? It smells really good, and there is an urge to approach you involuntarily."

"The Eternity series."

Obviously the other party knew something about it, and raised his eyebrows, "This brand of perfume is very expensive, and they are all classics. Your previous one is a bit like Zhannan fragrance?"

Wen Yao nodded, and the smile in his eyes became stronger, "Well, Encountering True Love has already been used up, and now it is called Severing Love."

The elevator reaches the 31th floor.

The two walked out side by side.

"This translation is really interesting." Tang Meng patted Wen Yao on the shoulder, "Love can't be eaten, just strive to be a strong woman, I think you have the talent to fight your way in our investment banking industry, come on! "

Wen Yao smiled.

One after the other, they walked to their respective workstations.

Wen Yao stayed for a while, then went to the bathroom.

When she came back, the manager found her and said that she checked the bank statement of the project with the interns and screened out large sums of money.

Some banks can directly convert pictures into excel, while some bill formats cannot be converted, so they can only be manually entered one by one.

However, Wen Yao is in charge of the manual part.

She had a little impression of the intern who was screened with her. It was a girl, the college student who looked quite arrogant during the interview.

It's called Yang Miaoran.

She went to get a cup of coffee and came back, put down the work at hand, tasted it slowly, and cast her eyes on Wen Yao from time to time.

After watching for about two or three minutes, I seemed to be unable to hold back my curiosity. I leaned over and asked, "I didn't see you after the interview and thought you were eliminated. Why did you suddenly come to work in KZ after a while?"

Wen Yao stared at the computer screen seriously, tapped the keyboard nimbly with her fingers, without looking sideways, "Something went wrong."

She didn't want to talk too much, and then added lightly and speciously: "KZ is very good, very humane, thanks to this company for giving me the opportunity to work in KZ."

Yang Miaoran was stunned, holding the coffee, and didn't answer for a while.

Then he pursed his lips lightly and snorted, "You're pretty good at flattering, but it's useless in front of me. You should go to the company's senior management."

Wen Yao curled her lips into a smile, and finally raised her eyes to look at her, her eyes were cold and strange, "Just tell the truth. The time given by the higher-ups is tight, are you sure you want to kill time during work?"

Yang Miaoran's face changed slightly, he put down his coffee and glared at her.

Never spoke to her again after that.

Until the end of the evening shift, Wen Yao packed up her things and was about to clock in and leave on time.

I don't want to suddenly organize an impromptu emergency meeting.

Tang Meng rushed over and saw Wen Yao, and tapped her desk with her fingertips, "You want to leave now? Put your things down quickly, bring the materials and go upstairs with me."

Wen Yao paused, but did not refuse.

It is said that there is a saying in the investment banking industry: You can endure, hate, or get out.

Overtime is the norm, especially in the IBD department.

Tang Meng walked in the forefront, explaining to Wen Yao while rushing upstairs.

A group of people entered the elevator in a mighty manner.

Yang Miaoran is also there.

Originally, she got off work on time, and she also made an appointment with her friends to go to the disco in the evening, but now she was working overtime suddenly, and the plan was ruined, and she felt a little unhappy in her heart, but she didn't dare to vent it.

"Sister Meng, what is the reason for calling us here suddenly?"

Tang Meng looked down at the information in her hand, tilted her head to discuss the details with the person next to her, but was interrupted, and frowned slightly.

He didn't raise his head, "I said it was a meeting, and I sent you the relevant documents. Do you have any questions?"

Tang Meng is not particularly optimistic about Yang Miaoran. His academic background is quite good, but he is not very sharp, his eyes are high and his hands are low. During the two days of the internship, he was not very motivated. Also get it wrong.

She talked to Nan Xu twice, but Nan Xu didn't express anything, just said that it would be fine to let her pass the internship period.

Whether to stay or not is up for debate.

Tang Meng didn't care too much, for fear that she would be pissed off.

After all, everyone is busy, so it would not be worthwhile if we were distracted by some intrigue and grievances.

Yang Miaoran was choked, her face turned white and red.

After getting out of the elevator, Tang Meng walked up to Wen Yao, "The follow-up plan of the deal discussed by the client and MD last week, this time you will be responsible for recording."

She also read Wen Yao's previous meeting minutes.

It can be said that it is the most rigorous, careful, beautiful, concise and easy-to-understand summary she has ever seen.

So she was very relieved when she was given this task this time.

Wen Yao nodded and made an ok gesture.

Tang Meng felt relieved, then quickened her pace and led the staff behind her into the meeting room.

Some people were already seated inside.

There's still plenty of room left.

Wen Yao spontaneously chose a corner and turned on the computer.

Yang Miaoran was choked up by Tang Meng just now, and seeing her being kind to Wen Yao, felt extremely unbalanced. She didn't even want to see her, so she went directly to the middle seat and sat down, which was closer to the front row of high-rises.

Tang Meng sat down and looked around, saw Wen Yao at the back, tilted her head and leaned forward and said, "Why are you sitting there, you have to record and sit in the front, so you can hear clearly."

Wen Yao refused, "It's okay, it's pretty good here, with a wide view and you can hear people talking."

Time was tight and tasks were heavy, so Tang Meng didn't worry too much, and she didn't forget to remind her: "Remember to upload it to the internal website when the time comes."

"Okay, I understand Sister Meng."

As soon as she finished speaking, the door of the conference room was pushed open again.

The atmosphere in the room changed instantly.

There were some noisy moments before that seemed to press the pause and mute buttons.

Wen Yao turned her head and saw a man and a woman walking in.

Wearing a matching suit, charcoal grey.

She looked back indifferently.

His eyes fell back to the computer screen, and he made preparations. He felt that the font size was too large and it was a bit harsh, so he adjusted it to a smaller size to make it more comfortable.
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Nan Xu walked to the original seat with ease, and when she opened the seat and turned around, she didn't see the person behind her following up.

"Boss Yan?"

In the company, public and private are clearly distinguished.

Yan Sui walked straight back, and a row of people passing by had their backs straightened stiffly, and they were a little unbearably excited.

Yan Sui looked over casually, "I'll sit in the back."

Nan Xu held the seat in his hand, slightly stagnating.

She smiled: "How can this be done, you are also..."

"The focus is not on me, wait for the MD to come over."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by dismissal.

Looking at the entire meeting room, there are more men than women.

Yan Sui paused for a while at the back, and a male staff member stood up immediately and helped pull out the seat next to him, "Boss Yan, sit here!"

Yan Sui brought some more to his side, deviated from the direction of the original seat, then sat down, and said softly, "Thank you."

The male staff was flattered, his face turned red, and he stammered, "No, you're welcome, you should."

As the people around him sat down, Wen Yao gradually tensed his back.

The center of her eyebrows moved slightly, and her hands resting on the computer keyboard curled up slightly, and then relaxed in an instant.

Then there was no distraction of concentration.

MD was the last one to come in. He looked around first, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked Nan Xu, "President Yan didn't come?"

Nan Xu responded lightly: "Behind."

MD looked up again, and laughed, "It's pretty low-key today."

Nan Xu listened, but said nothing.

Soon, the meeting will begin.

Everyone sits up straight.

Apart from the documents and computer in front of Yan Sui, he also had a pen in his hand.

The man looked very relaxed and relaxed, and the black gel pen was spinning around his slender fingertips.

Playing casually.

There was the slight sound of typing on the keyboard, and the rustling of pages turning.

The seductive perfume smell seems to linger in the nostrils.

Suddenly, the pen flew out from his fingertips.

It fell to the ground with a "snap".

He paused, and after two seconds, he hung his arms down.

The man then leaned halfway to pick up the pen.

under the conference table.

A pair of slender and slender legs appeared in the field of vision.

Probably aware of his movement, those legs avoided sideways.

The black gel pen landed at the feet of the owner of that leg, off-white casual flat shoes, with a bunch of suede bows on the toes, and because of the move of avoidance, the pen rolled over on its own initiative.

Immediately stop.

Yan has a long hand, and he can easily pick up the pen without too much movement.

When retracting the movement, it was inevitable that the suit would rub against the person in the seat next to him.

Gently brushed from the edge of her skirt.

The other party froze, and then looked down.

The eyes are facing each other.

Wen Yao took the lead to look away.

He looked away indifferently and re-fixed on the computer screen.

A fair and delicate face, under the dazzling white light, looks cold and eye-catching.

The weather is getting hotter, and Wen Yao is a heat intolerant person. She was wearing a small suit and long sleeves before, even though she was under the air conditioner, she still felt stuffy and her hands were tied.

Later, she changed to a skirt and stopped wearing high heels. After a whole day of busy work, she was really tired from running, so she changed into flat shoes.

"wrong."

A deep, magnetic voice rang in his ears.

It's hard to ignore.

Wen Yao didn't respond, she looked calm and calm, but her mind went blank for a moment.

Until a hand appeared in her field of vision, clicking on her computer page.

"Kick" twice.

The male voice sounded again, "This is wrong."

Wen Yao followed and looked over, his eyes flickering slightly.

is an English word.

She didn't react at first, and it took a few seconds for her to come back.

Found a letter missing.

It seems that there is nothing strange about it, but the meaning of professional terms is quite different.

The meaning of the whole sentence expressed is also completely different.

This is a very low-level mistake.

"If you want to fish in the troubled waters of KZ, then you don't have to come tomorrow."

A faint sentence fell, but it seemed to be hit by a heavy bullet.

The deterrence is extremely strong.

The staff sitting on the other side secretly watching the movement here were shocked, guilty and terrified.

Silently lit a piece of wax for this beautiful new analyst.

After all, Yan is always a well-known big devil in the company. He is selfless and extremely ruthless, and he will never show mercy.

Being caught by him at the wrong point is like a knife hanging on the neck, which may be cut off at any time, and the head and neck will be separated.

Wen Yao silently revised it correctly.

Quickly browse again.

After confirming that it was correct, he said with a firm look, "Okay, Mr. Yan."

In order to prevent Yan Sui from catching the pigtail again, Wen Yao devoted 120 million points of attention in the following time.

The meeting didn't end until 09:30.

The last to come is the first to leave.

Followed by other high-level.

Then there are the anonymous company employees.

Wen Yao took the time to sort it out, then uploaded it, and walked to Tang Meng, "Sister Meng, everything is ok."

Tang Meng twisted her sore neck, "Okay, then get off work."

She also had the same intention and made an appropriate invitation: "Together?"

Tang Meng smiled wryly, "I still have to add more, you go first, be careful on the road."

Wen Yao could also understand, nodded, and left first.

In the past few days, she also discovered a pattern different from her previous internships abroad. In KZ's IPO team, the lawyers usually go first, then the brokers, and finally the audit.

There are many business trips, busy, hard work.

The status quo of most people with IBD.

Wen Yao hurried to hurry, the elevator was still jammed at this time.

It was almost 50:[-] before she left the KZ building. She came out from the revolving door, walked out hurriedly with her head down.

She didn't have a driver's license, and she didn't have a car, so she relied on taxis or light rail buses to and from get off work.

From the KZ side to the nearest light rail station, it takes about five or six minutes to walk.

She walked in a hurry, unlike the others who were in groups of three or four. She was in such a hurry that she didn't notice the person who had just walked into the KZ lobby and was answering the phone.

Song Yicen only caught a glimpse of a slightly familiar back figure in his eyes, frowned suspiciously, and took a second look.

I happened to see the man crossing the road with his head up, his profile clearly visible under the streetlights.

For a moment of being slightly dazed, he ran into the person he was looking for head-on.

He hung up the phone, raised his finger in a direction, and raised his eyebrows to signal: "Did you call someone?"

Yan Sui glanced over, glanced at the corner of the skirt, and said calmly: "She works in the company."

Song Yicen was almost dumbfounded, and then stared at him with a half-smile, "Wen Yao, KZ?"

Yan Sui looked at it coldly, and copied the bag with one hand, "What do you want to say."

Song Yicen nodded affirmatively, and smiled, "It's ok, it's only been a few days, and you've left her by your side, and she does have some tricks."

Yan Sui was silent.

The two followed and left KZ one after another.

Song Yicen lit a cigarette for himself, narrowed his eyes slightly, "What on earth are you thinking, what is her intention of pestering you like this?"

Yan Sui took out the car key, unlocked it, and said lightly, "She wants to marry me."

"Cough! Cough cough..."

Song Yicen was suddenly choked by the smoke, coughed, and took a long while to stop.

"Really, it's ambitious, so do you agree or do you have that thought?"

Yan Sui got into the car and put on his seat belt, and Song Yicen followed.

He said, "How can you see that I agree?"

Song Yicen sneered, put his hand out of the car window and shook the soot, "Don't pretend to me, you don't have that idea. What are you doing to give her a chance to get close to you? You are entangled with her while you are setting the Wen family up. Why did you agree to marry the Wen family so easily at the beginning? It turned out that this was the plan, but now that they are approaching you, you acted again. Don't play too much, rabbits will bite when they are in a hurry."

Yan Sui glanced at him and started the engine, "You think too much."

Song Yicen smiled and said nothing.

After he finished smoking a cigarette, he closed the car window before he opened his mouth and said, "It's best not to get caught on fire, she is not easy to look at, be careful not to get out of a woman's pit, the more you look at the innocent and harmless The more you kill without blinking an eye."