hi don't run

Zhang Mao lightly frowned, biting the cap of the pen in his hand, looking at the pile of audit documents in front of him, he felt his head was hot and his eyes were sour, and he couldn't read anything.

Throwing the pen away, he looked up at Song Xinye, who had been sitting on the sofa leisurely flipping through entertainment magazines, and then glanced at the watch on his wrist to check the time.

"Xinye, aren't you going to have lunch?" He had long noticed that Song Xinye was behaving strangely recently, especially when he was alone with him.From time to time, I have to catch my eyes. People who used to never take the initiative to show up in their office until the time of salary settlement, are now nestling in their office.

If you drive him away... that's not the case.

No matter how I say it, I can be regarded as his senior and his brother's friend.When people come to your office, they just sit obediently and don't speak, or come after finishing their work.

Don't drive him away... Zhang Mao sighed, and didn't drive him away. It was really unacceptable to sneak a glance at you from time to time.I always feel like the big golden retriever I raised is acting like a baby, or it is silently acting like a baby.

In fact, Song Xinye was already hungry and had acid reflux in his stomach, but he still pretended to shake his head calmly, with an expression like I'm not hungry, "I'm not hungry, I ate too much in the morning."

Zhang Mao nodded, supported his work, stepped back from his chair, stood up, took his mobile phone and walked to the office.

The way he walked was so natural and unrestrained, he didn't even glance at Song Xinye.

Song Xinye, who was sitting on the sofa, blinked his eyes until he had opened the office door before he opened his mouth and called him, "Where are you going?"

Why did this person leave suddenly? What did he say just now?

Zhang Mao turned his head to look at him, shrugged his shoulders and pointed at his wrist, "Hurry up, it's past lunch time, I'm hungry, I want to eat, since you're not hungry, then you can continue to read magazines, bye, remember when you go out Lock the door for me, I have the key."

After speaking, he left the office, nodded to secretary Susu to signal him to go out for dinner, and then went straight to the elevator.

Song Xinye was stunned, and quickly stood up and chased him out, "Susu locks the door, I'm going to have dinner with Mr. Zhang." He took a few strides out, stuck his foot in the elevator door that was about to be shared, and then rushed in, "I also Why didn't you wait for me when you didn't eat?"

There is no trace of calmness in that fried hair look.

Zhang Mao pressed the door close button, took a look at the message with his mobile phone, and replied a few useful ones, without even raising his head, "Didn't you say you're not hungry?"

Song Xinye really wanted to scratch his head and howl that he didn't eat at all in the morning, and he had been waiting for Zhang Maolai to open his mouth to invite him to have lunch together, but this guy, this guy didn't have any expression, and went to eat by himself without even asking!

"Then you can't help but ask me to go with you!"

"Oh, then do you want to eat? There should be food in the cafeteria." Zhang Mao let out a sigh, walked out of the elevator with half-closed eyes, and walked directly to the cafeteria below the company.He doesn't like eating in the canteen very much, but sometimes he doesn't like to go far when he is too tired, so he can just eat something.

"Why do you want to eat in the cafeteria? I don't like to eat in the cafeteria." With disgust in his mouth, he followed Zhang Mao to the cafeteria. Song Xinye is a son who likes to enjoy himself. He never eats work meals and only eats takeaways from high-end hotels. Everyone in the company knows.

I went to the window to look around, because it was already past lunch time, there were basically no people in the cafeteria, and some of them were just a few people in the company who came to eat after working overtime to catch up with the task, and said hello when they saw Zhang Mao coming.

"Braised eggplant, stir-fried sauerkraut." Pointing to two of the only remaining four dishes, Zhang Mao motioned for the chef to give him those two.

"If you don't like the cafeteria, go out to eat. I remember you often go to the coffee shop opposite to eat pizza." After taking the plate, he took two more steamed buns, and found a nearby table to sit down and eat.

"I'm tired of eating." Song Xinye pursed his lips, glanced at the meat slices and scrambled eggs with tomatoes on the dinner plate, and used chopsticks to move them back and forth in disgust.No wonder no one beats this piece of meat. It looks like it's full of meat, but it's actually full of gnocchi.

Spit out two pieces of fried yellow gnocchi, he curled his lips, "Go out and eat? I invite you."

Zhang Mao shrugged his shoulders and stuffed a piece of limp eggplant into his mouth.After chewing and swallowing the salty roasted eggplant without changing his expression, he raised his eyelids and looked at Song Xinye, seeing that he was grinning and showing eight white teeth, his appearance was really cheap.

"No, I think this is pretty good." It's not that the food in the cafeteria is delicious, it's just that he doesn't like wasting money.

He is not a wealthy young master. When he was in school, he lived on a scholarship, worked several jobs and saved some money, and his family used all their savings to start a company for him. At any rate, the company now looks good. This is his habit. Didn't change much.

Song Xinye frowned, stuffed a tomato egg into his mouth, and just chewed it, when he heard a crackling sound, spat it out and saw that it was a big piece of egg shell.

His face turned green, he slammed the chopsticks onto the table, stood up, took the plate, walked to the trash can, dumped it, and then threw the plate into the sink beside him.

"Chef, if you keep messing around with cooking like this, be careful that you won't be able to pay your wages!" Shouting at the back kitchen, Song Xinye was so angry that he was going to die.

"What are you yelling at? Eating the egg shells means that the eggs are really not artificial. Our cafeteria is fairly clean. It's not bad if there are no rats and cockroaches." Zhang Mao said, while his expression remained unchanged, he picked up the eggs from the dinner plate. Take out a steel ball and steel wire tied on top of the roasted eggplant, put it aside, and continue to eat.

Song Xinye's face turned from green to white, and nausea surged from his stomach.

"Let's go, let me treat you to dinner, let's go." Grabbing Zhang Mao's arm, he pulled him up and dragged him outside.

This canteen will never come again!

Zhang Mao didn't resist, although he didn't care much about whether the food was good or not, but who doesn't like delicious food.

Halfway there, before reaching the gate of the company, Zhang Mao's cell phone rang. He withdrew the hand that Song Xinye had been holding, and took out the cell phone from his pocket to pick it up.

Naturally, there was no change in expression at all. Song Xinye smacked his lips, feeling that his hands were empty, and his expression was rather pity.

Zhang Mao's hand was slippery to the touch, although it was rougher than those women's hands he used to hold, but it had an unusual feel when holding it, which made his heart beat faster.

"Well, I'll go back right away." Zhang Mao hung up the phone and pressed the elevator.

Song Xinye came back to his senses, looked at the button on the [-]th floor inexplicably, and turned to look at Zhang Mao, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"No, Han Mo is here, we have to proofread all the design drawings and video materials, you go by yourself." The elevator door opened, and Zhang Mao waved him out, making Song Xinye dumbfounded.

What's the situation?Rejected yourself?I was thrown down by him just like that?What about lunch?Stop eating?

The depressed Song Xinye had nowhere to vent. He couldn't disturb Zhang Mao's work. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but he knew Han Mo and Zhang Mao's temper.

Forget it, he doesn't want Han Mo hitting his chair again.

Han Mo sat on the sofa, and the table in front of him was full of various file bags and several video tapes.

"I've looked at the pictures and videos of the advertisements they designed, and they're not bad. It's okay to change some details, but this." Hearing the sound of the office door opening, Han Mo turned his head to look at Zhang Mao, shaking his head. With the folder in his hand, he pouted, "I always feel like something is missing."

He is a person who pursues perfection in his work. There should be no room for faults in his design. He must have a perfect idea, otherwise he will not be able to hand over the work.

"Huh?" Zhang Mao went over and took the folder in his hand, sat aside and flipped through it, frowning slightly.

It is a four-story building in the real estate project. Han Mo originally planned to build this place into an entertainment center, but he always felt that it was not ideal.

He also wanted to ask Shao Wenfeng in the past, but the man always said that as long as he felt good, he could not participate in some things casually, so... This is the real reason why Han Mo didn't like to see Shao Wenfeng recently.

Every time he pretends to come to help, but in the end he can't help him with anything and adds to the mess!The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became, Han Mo raised his hand and scratched his head irritably, and looked at Zhang Mao, "Do you have any ideas?"

Zhang Mao shrugged his shoulders, glanced at the design of the entire building, and frowned, "There is no large supermarket in such a large area, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't feel right."

The little light bulb in Han Mo's head clicked and turned on!

That's right, no wonder I always feel that something is wrong, and I forgot the large supermarket.

Smacking his lips, he reached for the folder and flipped through it, re-drawn it a few times with a pen, raised his chin, "Perfect."

"Well, it's very good. You can actually design such a large-scale real estate architectural plan. It's really overkill to stay with me." What I said didn't mean the slightest jealousy, Zhang Mao was just expressing his own feelings for his ability. recognized.

"I think so too. Shao Wenfeng said long ago that he would let me change jobs to his company, but I'm not interested." Han Mo pouted, he liked Zhang Mao's place, he was free and unrestricted.

Zhang Mao chuckled, raised his hand and pressed his forehead, "I've been exhausted recently, I want to take a long vacation." Although it is his own company, sometimes he is too nervous and regrets making the company so big .

"Then change the company to my name, and you can take a complete vacation." Han Mo rolled his eyes at him, got up and poured a cup of coffee, "Song Er came to your office?"

He saw a basic entertainment magazine on the table just now, and it was the type with big breasts that Song Xinye liked.

"Well, I ran to me these days when I had nothing to do. I don't know what to think." Zhang Mao stretched his waist, leaned his head on the sofa and took a breath, and closed his eyes tiredly.

Han Mo blinked his eyes, with a teasing smile on the corner of his mouth, "Did he fall in love with you? You two even kissed that day!"

"..." Zhang Mao snorted in his heart, we were still sleeping on the same bed with our clothes on! "Did you call Xinji? I called him the day before yesterday, and his tone seemed to be in trouble."

"If there is any trouble for him, I gave him my classmate's business card, my classmate is very particular." Han Mo took a sip of coffee, raised his eyebrows, "I'm going to modify the design, and submit the draft at RS tomorrow. "

Zhang Mao nodded, he had no idea whether Song Xinji was in trouble or not, a 30-year-old can handle things by himself no matter what.

As for Han Mo, he scoffed at the saying that Song Xinji was in trouble. His classmate would definitely not stand idly by when he went out to rely on friends. Unfortunately, he didn't know that Song Xinji's troubles were caused by his classmate...

Song Xinji looked at the man in front of him, he couldn't help but fly back to the country immediately and strangle Han Mo to death.

What the hell did he do? God wants him to know Han Mo. It's fine if he knows Han Mo. Why is this man named Qin Rui still Han Mo's classmate?He really had the urge to ram his head to death!