Host, do you trick him?

I don't know if this sentence is talking to himself or asking someone who has already run away. Cen Ji calmed down his unsteady emotions, then got up and went into the bathroom, letting the cold water pour on himself. Only by not being dominated by anger or disappointment can we deal with this matter rationally.

After coming out of the shower, Cen Ji wiped his hair casually, his eyes froze when he glanced at the cup with the minion pattern on the table, he squeezed his injured left hand tightly, after a while the strength in his hand was released, and Cen Ji walked away. Throw that cup into the trash can in the past, then turn and leave without a trace of nostalgia.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Cen Ji sat in the president's office, his aura was so gloomy that it was frighteningly gloomy. While scanning the documents in his hand quickly, he said to Secretary Zhang, who was waiting tremblingly: "Notice that an emergency meeting will be held in half an hour. A board meeting will be held in a few days."

Secretary Zhang hurriedly went down in response. His intuition told him that something must have happened if Mr. Cen didn't come all morning. Before closing the door, he glanced at the vacant seat next to the desk. It must have something to do with that person...

Secretary Zhang's conjecture was not confirmed. Cen Ji didn't mention that person's name in the subsequent meeting, but simply said that the information about the land in the southern suburbs was stolen. Focus on some other projects.

Readjusting the focus of the company's work for the next quarter, Cen Ji's meeting on that day went straight to [-] pm, and then a group of high-level executives waited for Cen Ji to leave like dead dogs, and then he timidly packed his things and prepared to go home from get off work.

The senior executives were still able to get off work, but Cen Ji worked all night without even eating, and finally finished the accumulated work almost enduring stomach cramps.

After drinking the cold coffee in one gulp, Cen Ji turned on the phone, and his fingers rested on the phone number he called recently. After hesitating for a long time, he thought that this number must have become empty, what was he doing now?reluctant?Still want to redeem?

Heh, when Cen Ji threw the phone away, the pain in his stomach became more and more unbearable, and there was still a lot of mess waiting for him to clean up, he couldn't just collapse now, wouldn't that be fulfilling that person's wish.

It's just why, obviously, I can give him more, just for a project in the southern suburbs, is it really worth it?

Of course, the 200 million unknown data has been ignored by Cen Ji, just like the chicken thief said, it is irrelevant.

Cen Ji's brain ached when he thought about it, and finally came to the conclusion that maybe he was too harsh on people before, so he directly exposed his essence to steal information.

If he had been generous to him from the beginning, giving him what he asked for, wouldn't this kind of thing have happened?Cen Ji can't help thinking like this, every time he thinks of the sorry sentence he said before he lost consciousness, his heart can't help but ache, the pain is so painful that he can't even feel the terrible pain in his stomach.

Finally, Cen Ji got up, went to the box of the staff restaurant where he and Tao Lu used to go, sat down and ordered breakfast at a large table, although he didn't have an appetite, but looking at the familiar dishes, he would feel better after all.

In the past few days, everyone in the company has known about the abnormality of their boss. He was a standard workaholic before, and even left a few days early because of someone's appearance. As that person no longer appeared, Mr. Cen His workaholic state has reached the point of insanity.

As for not even going home for work, even three meals a day are settled in the staff canteen, and the stern face makes people feel intimidated when they look at it from a distance, and there is no time to hide, let alone go up to say hello.

Now some people in the company are even speculating privately, is it because of the cheating on Tao Lu that he found another love?

After all, judging from their president's previous appearance, it was clear that he was about to spoil him, but now that he suddenly disappeared, there must be something hidden in it.

As the instigator of other secrets, Tao Lu hasn't had a good time in the past half month. Although there is a big culprit who automatically filled the logical loopholes for him, the company's senior management didn't say much about Tao Lu's unsatisfactory harvest. However, Zhao's internal staff did not seem to be very friendly to him, the airborne junior supervisor, and this was not within the planning scope of the culprit, so Tao Lu could only be wronged to adapt himself in the unfamiliar environment.

While working overtime and doing more than twice as much work as at Cen's, Tao Lu told the chicken thief in his head: "Chicken thief, what should I do, I want to calm down."

The tone was like telling a partner who ran away from home that he missed his mother. While making the chicken thief chill, he couldn't help but sympathize with his host. Just when he was about to say a few casual words of comfort, he heard Tao Lu whispering there Nian: "I miss you laughing, I miss you so much, I miss your company's high salary, and I also miss the vegetarian buns in the staff restaurant..."

It sounded like there was a bit of a rap rhythm in it, well, the chicken thief thought, the host is already going crazy, comforting things may not be of much use.

Tao Lu worked overtime until nine o'clock before returning to the staff dormitory. It was an old one-bedroom, one-living room. In the case of the sudden sudden death of the light tube, Tao Lu felt that he was living a good life, at least better than his kennel at the beginning.

However, after experiencing the serenity of the high-rise mansion, Tao Lu will still have a slight sadness of returning to the pre-liberation overnight.

"Chicken thief, I have been here for half a month, and there is no hint on the task bar, where do I go to steal information?" Tao Lu was a little crazy, and finally buried his face in the quilt depressed, "How do you feel? I'm almost becoming a professional stealing information, or we should change our career in the future and set a price first, such as how much a piece of information is stolen..."

Tao Lu had already started talking nonsense. At this time, the task panel of the system seemed to finally come to life, and the task prompt at the intersection of Tao Lu appeared: The key person is Zhao Lingcheng, Zhao Yuwen’s half-brother. The host approached him and successfully took Just go to the specified information.

"Is the task completed in this way?" Tao Lu asked, always feeling that things were not that simple.

At this time, another line of words appeared on the task panel: The host only needs to hand over the data to Cen Ji to complete the task, and in order to ensure that the host has points earned during the unfinished task, some small tasks will randomly appear as daily adjustments.

Tao Lu's neck shivered when he heard the last sentence, and he always felt that the so-called daily adjustment would not be something worth looking forward to.

So he heheed twice without saying a word, lying on the quilt and recalling what he heard when he passed the tea room today, the general manager is coming back?Is it Zhao Lingcheng?

The heir of the Zhao family is really ambitious. He wants to swallow such a large piece of meat from the Cen family, and he is not afraid of accidentally strangling himself to death.

Tao Lu went through all these things in his mind and then went to bed. After Zhao Lingcheng came back, he was busy. Before that, he had to enjoy himself in time, eat and sleep when he had time, and don't think about the annoying things that will happen in the future. thing.

The next day, when it was said that Cao Cao Cao Cao was coming, all the employees were assembled in the lobby early in the morning, facing the gate with smiles to welcome the return of Zhao Lingcheng, the successor of the Zhao family.

"Hello, general manager." Everyone said hello in unison and bowed. Tao Lu would be furious as long as he thought that the plan worth 45 million yuan was instigated by this person to be manipulated by someone in the Cen family. Come on, so in his angry state, he didn't say hello with backbone, he just opened his mouth and made a mouth shape, and he didn't even bend his waist to ninety degrees, at best it was a melancholy [-] degrees.

He was so perfunctory that it was difficult for the general manager not to notice him. When Zhao Lingcheng looked at him with a slightly feminine face, Tao Lu knew he had been exposed.

However, after a short period of panic, he calmed down. It was originally intended to attract his attention, no matter how he used it, as long as he was attracted.

It can be considered that he achieved his goal by mistake. Tao Lu stood up straight after being discovered, and lifted Zhao Lingcheng provocatively. His teeth itch.

Zhao Lingcheng smiled, fixed his eyes on Tao Lu like a poisonous snake, then whispered something to the people around him, then withdrew his eyes and continued walking forward.

A group of people disappeared behind the elevator door in a mighty way, and Tao Lu suddenly heard some sarcasm that was not loud enough for him to hear, saying anything, nothing more than whimsical and wanting to rely on his face.

He was tired of hearing these words 800 years ago, Tao Lu thought to himself.

He stood there without moving, and soon someone came down and asked Tao Lu to go to the general manager's office.

As soon as the words came out, the eyes of the people around him suddenly changed, and those who had said sarcastic remarks before also disappeared, as if they had suddenly drank dumb medicine, and even with the chrysanthemum, they dared not fart.

Tch, a bunch of snobs.

Tao Lu showed his most coquettish side, walked away triumphantly with his head held high, and many fellow girls almost gritted their teeth in anger, wishing to go forward and scratch his too beautiful face.

Entering the general manager's office, Tao Lu knocked on the door casually, and after getting the permission, he pushed the door in and asked directly, "What does the general manager want from me?"

Zhao Lingcheng put down the document in his hand, and looked up at him slowly, with a clear voice that was not annoying: "You are Tao Lu, Cen Ji's ex..." Zhao Lingcheng lengthened the ending, and finally found a word "" lover?"

"Hmm." Tao Lu looked proud instead of ashamed, as if this was some kind of capital to show off. He knew that this was what Zhao Lingcheng wanted to see, so like this, he wanted to Here you go.

Seeing this, Zhao Lingcheng really showed satisfaction in his eyes, and his tone softened a lot: "Then you have been by his side for nearly two months, and you have stolen a document worth 200 million yuan for Mrs. Zhao?"

"Huh!" Tao Lu became angry when he mentioned this, "You don't know how wary that man Cen Ji is. In order to gain his trust and show that I really didn't ask for anything, I told him about his money. I don't care about it. As a result, that stingy person really didn't give me a penny, so he found me an intern position in the administration department, heck, who cares."

Tao Lu spoke half-truth, heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that Zhao Lingcheng had no doubts, and continued: "So I think it won't do any good to stay any longer, so I brought out that document while he wasn't paying attention. But my greatest sincerity is just to get a better future in Zhao's."

The word "Qiancheng" was deliberately emphasized by Tao Lu, and the implication in it was that Zhao Lingcheng, a veteran in love, understood what he meant when he heard it.

Zhao Lingcheng smiled even more gently, and said to him with a warm face: "It's a hard road, and there will be a charity dinner in three days, so you can go with me and relax."

Tao Lu agreed happily, and after finding an excuse to leave, he quickly walked to the bathroom, locked himself in the toilet grid and made hundreds of grimaces, which relieved the nausea that almost vomited in his heart.

Damn, being a spy is really not suitable for him. It seems that he is more comfortable being a calm little lover, and someone will serve food for meals, alas!

The author has something to say: Please use your powerful rounding ability to barely count me as [-] more _(:з」∠)_

By the way, the mid-term exam is coming soon, it may or may not be updated, it will depend on the situation, amen...