green mosquito blood

Chapter17

"For this report, I selected six projects that are more important in the development process as the focus of the report. Because some projects have a long time interval, they may be related to the current market..."

My brain is divided into two parts.One part followed Mr. Lei's orders, carefully listened to Wei Hongxin's report, and did not forget to make notes at any time; while the other part was in the air, circling around Wei Hongxin.

It was the first time I saw Wei Hongxin wearing a suit.

A suit is indeed a weapon that makes a man mature instantly, and it is also the trigger that makes another man commit a crime.

Its effect is no less than that of a straight man in his prime when he sees a woman's high heels.

My wandering thoughts dragged my eyes to Wei Hongxin's slightly raised tun.

I know all too well how good he is, and now he is wrapped in an expensive couture suit, and every curve and fold on it is offensive.

I even inexplicably had some kind of strange idea, I wanted to rush up and wrap Wei Hongxin with an ugly and dirty cotton quilt, so that no one could see it.

Or after all the people left their seats, I locked the door of the meeting room, and hugged Wei Hongxin on the black-brown wooden podium. My arms wrapped around his waist-clamping suit, and his skin was exposed in the early winter air. He would rub against the cold wooden paint on the podium, and then he could not help shrinking his neck because it was too cold, and slightly exerted his hand on my skirt...

Stop.

I took a deep breath and touched the forehead that was a little hot because of the chaotic thoughts.

Geng Jiayou, stop, if you think about it, you are a Qin beast.

"...This is the end of my report. Please correct me if there are any deficiencies. Thank you."

At the end of the report, Wei Hongxin bent slightly and bowed as a gesture.

I applauded along with the audience.

After all, the distance is too far, I guess he didn't see me from the beginning to the end, otherwise how could he report everything so calmly.

But when I thought that he didn't see me from the beginning to the end, I was still a little unspeakably lost.

After he finished speaking, he took a seat in the first row, because there were too many people. As soon as he sat down, I could only see a black head looming.

The real biggest leader came to the meeting, but the time was even tighter. I thought it would be an afternoon meeting, but it was over before five o'clock. After the meeting, the crowd was divided into two parts. One part left from the door, and the other part went to the first row. It rushes forward, wrapping it layer by layer like a cocoon.

I sat on the seat for a while, but chose to leave directly.

After coming out, I felt chest tightness for no reason. I closed the office door and smoked a cigarette for the first time.

Zhang Qian and I had such a fight that I didn't even want to smoke, but at this moment I suddenly wanted to smoke.

There may be some sudden pressure.

But unfortunately I am not addicted to cigarettes, nicotine can not calm me down, I looked at the reflection of my face on the glass cabinet, which was surrounded by curling smoke, so blurred that I couldn't see my face clearly.

It's like me who wanted to retreat and escape for a moment.

I extinguished the cigarette without hesitation, and threw the remaining half of the cigarette into the ashtray on my desk that was completely for display.

Someone knocked on the door, and I said softly, "Please come in."

Jiajia pushed the door open, choked on the smoke, and coughed twice: "Brother Geng, you actually smoke too..."

I opened the half-open window a little more, and said, "I just smoked one, I'm sorry."

Jiajia hurriedly said: "It's okay, it's okay, once your office is closed, you can't even smell it."

I asked him, "What's the matter?"

"Oh oh, that's it." Jiajia came in and closed the door, a little embarrassed, said: "I worked overtime today, and I can do almost a lot of things at hand. Then, hehehe, Brother Geng, I recently had a relationship..."

He touched his head shyly: "The other party is a nurse. She is very busy on weekdays, even busier than me. I finally have a small vacation, so I want to go out together..."

I laughed and said, "Go ahead, how many days do you need? Let me declare first. It's almost the end of the year. I can't approve too many leave. If it's more than a week, you have to go to Mr. Lei."

"No, no, just two days, just Monday and Tuesday!"

Jiajia's position is low, and the work on hand is not too much, so I can't miss anything in two days, so I readily agreed: "Yes, the handover is done, and I will send you an email to say, Have you written the leave note?"

"I've written it! Things are basically handed over!" Jiajia seemed to be well prepared, and immediately sent a leave note.

I took the leave slip and signed it for him: "That's fine, have fun."

"Ah Brother Geng, there is a small matter that I don't know how to hand over..." Jiajia was a little embarrassed and took out a document: "This is agreed to be delivered around five o'clock this afternoon, but I bought a train ticket for a while I have to leave so I can't deliver it... because the documents are very important and I can't send them by express, I asked several colleagues and they are not available now, and I can't ask others I don't know well..."

Jia Jia smiled obsequiously and said, "Brother Geng, can you help me arrange it?"

I raised my eyebrows and said, "I've already bought the train tickets? Are you cutting it first and playing later?"

Jia Jia flattered him, "Isn't it because I believe that a handsome man like Brother Geng can't refuse?"

I glanced at the time, it was already four forty.

Jiajia smiled even more obsequiously.

I sighed: "This is not an example."

"Yeah!!!" Jiajia jumped up happily, and almost ran over to kiss me, "Thank you Brother Geng!"

He jumped to the door, thought of something, and turned around again: "Who is Brother Geng planning to let go?"

I said, "I'll go by myself later."

Jiajia's face was moved: "Woohoo, Geng, you are so good!"

I kicked him from the air: "Get out of here."

"YES, SIR!"

Sending documents to Jiajia, one is that I am really not busy, it is a matter of convenience; the other is that I am a bit messy now, just to relax.I put on my coat and headed out, pulling out my seldom-drive car parked in the company parking lot.

Tong Wu and I bought this car when we just graduated. It is very cheap, about [-] yuan.I don't like driving very much unless it is necessary. Before Tong Wu married his wife and changed the car, he drove me home for more than a year.

Later, Tong Wu changed the car, and the car was parked in the parking lot all the time, only used occasionally to send documents or something.

The destination of the documents was Starlight Media, the company signed by Jiajia's spokesperson for the last event, and also Nanke's company.

When sending the documents, I had a vague premonition that something was about to happen, but I didn't expect that my sixth sense, which had never been fulfilled, would be right once on something bad.

Sending the documents upstairs was very smooth. The other party heard that the manager of the marketing department delivered it in person, and apologized very embarrassedly, and insisted on dragging me to drink two cups of tea.

After chatting for a day, he took me to the elevator, and before I went downstairs, he was called away because he was too busy. It seemed that some celebrity under his command had gone wrong again.

The elevator in this building is very slow, and the floors are high. I'm on the fourth floor now, so I figured it wouldn't be a problem to walk down, so I wobbled down the stairs by myself.

As a result, as soon as I got out of the stairs, a thin figure was pushed in front of me.

I didn't see who it was, I only saw his swollen belly, and instantly realized that it was a pregnant woman, so I subconsciously supported him with my hand.

The man looked up.

It's Zhang Qian.

I let go of my hand without thinking, and took a step back calmly.

Then Nan Ke's angry curses came to Zhang Qian's head and face: "Zhang Qian, are you a disgusting man! I said that Wu Chunxian and I are getting married! Don't pester him anymore! Did you hear that!"

After scolding Zhang Qian, he found that there was another me in the cramped aisle, and sneered: "Yes, Geng Jiayou, are you here to support Zhang Qian?"

Zhang Qian said weakly like Liu Fufeng: "Nanke! I just..."

"It's just a P! Shut up, you bitch!" Nan Ke scolded.

Zhang Qian gritted his teeth and said, "You're the one who has to shut up! No matter how you open or close your mouth, you're swearing!"

"Yo." Nan Ke sneered: "Didn't you dare to speak just now? Why, now that your ex-husband is here, do you think someone is supporting you? I*&...%, let me tell you, Zhang Qian, you are a bitch Man! Whoever comes, I will call you a slut! You are a stinky bastard that no one wants!"

Fortunately, this stairway is a fire evacuation stairway, and there are only a few sporadic staff members covering their mouths in surprise and eating melons, otherwise Nan Ke, a shrew, would be seen by fans, and another building collapsed and a large fan group left ACCIDENT.

Where did Zhang Qian suffer this kind of grievance? Before, he was pushed in the Department of Literature and Art, which was considered a big deal.

He and Wu Chunxian had a quarrel that day, so Wu Chunxian was watching the play by the side and didn't show him off. I stood in front of him and blocked the boiling water that the girl threw for him.

My left arm has obvious burn marks for nearly three months since the burn.

Because of that injury, Zhang Qian gave me a scald ointment. Although it was useless because the medicine expired, I still put him away like a baby, and once thought the scar was a medal.

Thankfully the traces were gone and now nothing can be seen.

But the scars left by Zhang Qian in other places will never be erased for a lifetime.

"I said you're a slut! Cousin! Sow! Did you hear that! Get the hell out of here!" Nan Ke was so excited that he even wanted to push Zhang Qian forward.

Zhang Qian's face turned pale from his scolding, and he subconsciously wanted to hide behind me. He raised his other hand, ready to pull my sleeve like he did every time he was helpless.

He once hugged my arm, but Wu Chunxian got angry with him because of this, so since then, Zhang Qian only pulled my sleeve.

But who stipulated that when he wants to pull, I have to let him pull it?

When he reached out, I lowered my head and took a big step back.

This big step back was so clean that Zhang Qian didn't react at all, the raised hand and the footsteps that were about to hide behind me were all frozen in the air.

I put my hands in my trouser pockets, expressionless.

Zhang Qian looked at me in disbelief, his face was completely white as a sheet of paper.