Become the white moonlight of the attack

half a month passed

Jiang Zhuo and Fu Shixin always appear in pairs in the field of vision of colleagues, which arouses the suspicion of interested people.

Not only that, the people who love gossip also found out the tricks from the two people's deliberate dressing.

Soon, rumors of the two being together spread in the company. Of course, most of these rumors tended to Fu Shixin's side. All the good words and compliments praised Fu Shixin very highly. On the contrary, they treated Jiang Zhuo bitterly. Being mean, in addition to being uncut, there is more jealousy in the words.

At first Fu Shixin didn't care about these things. For him, he was going to spend his whole life with Jiang Zhuo, so even if his colleagues spread the word again, it wouldn't affect him at all, but Jiang Zhuo didn't think so.

One day in mid-January approached the Spring Festival, the company held an annual meeting, and the leader required all employees to attend.

This year, because Fu Shixin joined the company, Mr. Xu specially chose a high-end super-star hotel for everyone to relax.

It's just that Fu Shixin suddenly said on this day that he couldn't come due to something at home, so Jiang Zhuo could only appear in front of the hotel wearing the clothes Fu Shixin carefully prepared for him.

The waiters in the special-star hotels have undergone high-quality training so that they can face all customers without surprise and treat them equally.

Jiang Zhuo was wearing a black suit, and the shirt in the suit was a rare light pink.

His skin is delicate and fair, and the pink base that has already reduced his age gave him a touch of youthfulness.

The glasses frame on the bridge of the nose was replaced with silver, and the delicate and fair little face was set off by the glasses, making her intellectually playful and playful with a little more stability.

At the entrance of the hotel, he was stopped by the waiter and asked to show the company's job card. When the two waiters saw that Jiang Zhuo was the general manager of the company holding the annual meeting today, the respect in their eyes was fleeting.

Jiang Zhuo was politely taken by one of the waiters to the lobby on the fourth floor reserved by the company. There were already many people in the lobby, those who were sitting, those who were standing, those who could be named, and strangers, those who gathered in twos and threes, and act alone.

Jiang Zhuo's arrival undoubtedly added a touch of color to the brightly lit hall.

He has a straight body, walks slowly and slowly, and the calmness and calmness honed in his work the day after tomorrow make him shine.

Secretary Li, who was sitting in the corner, saw Jiang Zhuo coming and hurriedly followed.

"President Jiang." Secretary Li looked dazed and ugly.

Jiang Zhuo noticed his expression, and after leading him to exchange greetings with the people who came forward, he led them to the balcony of the hall.

It's the twelfth lunar month, and the cold wind in the air is like a knife that cuts people, chilling the heart.

Jiang Zhuo couldn't help clenching his fists, staring at Secretary Li, "What's the matter?" He was afraid it was Zhao Ran's business.

"No..." Secretary Li's hesitation confirmed Jiang Zhuo's guess.

"What about Feng Wenke?"

Secretary Li was stunned, and shook his head, "Yes..." Secretary Li had thought about whether he should tell Jiang Zhuo what he heard, after all, it was Jiang Zhuo's own business and he had no right to intervene, but when he thought about it, sooner or later He would also know that Jiang Zhuo had planned for a long time ago, so he was so entangled after repeated repetitions.

"If you don't tell me, I'll ask Feng Wenke." Jiang Zhuo decided that Feng Wenke and Secretary Li had a conflict, and he didn't think of anything else.

"It's not me..." Secretary Li reluctantly explained in a low voice. After careful consideration, he decided to tell Jiang Zhuo what he heard, but Jiang Zhuo was called away before he could say anything.The company's year-end party officially started. Jiang Zhuo was dragged to stand with Mr. Xu, and made a statement after Mr. Xu. Secretary Li could only stand bitterly in the audience and wait for Jiang Zhuo, looking for a chance to tell him.

Who knows that this wait will not wait for another opportunity.

Jiang Zhuo summed up his statement after Mr. Xu according to the procedure. After interacting with everyone, he drank some wine. Fu Shixin called to ask him when he would go back. Jiang Zhuo said he hung up immediately.

He drank a lot tonight, and Jiang Zhuo, who was above him, went to the bathroom to wash his face to wake himself up. He casually put his mobile phone on the sink, washed his face and left in a hurry. When he met a colleague who came in conveniently, he nodded Say hello.

Jiang Zhuo planned to talk to Mr. Xu before leaving, but he found his mobile phone left in the bathroom halfway. He turned to look for the mobile phone, but heard some conversations at the door of the bathroom.

"No wonder you don't get along with our boss's daughter. This is climbing a high branch."

Hearing the first sentence, Jiang Zhuo had already stopped. He stood by the door and continued to listen to the conversation between the two.

"No, it's spread in our company. I often see them coming in and out. I think they've already done that."

"Oh, that picture, so I really want to try it. Don't say that our general manager's figure is not so good. Last time I accidentally touched his waist, it's so soft!"

"Keep your voice down, lest others hear you."

"What are you afraid of! Someone like Fu Shixin can let him in? At most, it's a lover outside!"

"That's true."

……

Jiang Zhuo's face was livid, and the fists hanging on both sides of his body were clenched and then relaxed.

He was not angry with these gossiping people, but he was angry with what they all knew and what he understood, but they still had to compromise.

The light at the door of the bathroom was dim, half of Jiang Zhuo's face was sunk in the shadows, and he stood by the door for a long time without responding.

Secretary Li, who came to look for him from the hall, saw him standing at the door of the bathroom with some doubts. He went up to ask, but saw two colleagues coming out.

The two colleagues smiled awkwardly, and the smiles stopped abruptly when they saw Jiang Zhuo by the door, and their voices trembled a little: "Jiang...Jiang...Boss."

Jiang Zhuo saw the two of them clearly, and snorted coldly, "I don't want anyone, either."

The faces of the two colleagues turned ugly, and Secretary Li saw pain and despair on their faces.

"Mr. Jiang... We just said nothing to stop you from remembering the mistakes of villains."

"Really?" Jiang Zhuo squinted at the two people who were trembling all over, "You'd better keep your performance this month at the same level as last month, or you won't come here after the Chinese New Year."

Jiang Zhuo's tone was very flat, but what he said was like the weather in the twelfth lunar month, with the biting cold wind. Although he is usually strict, he rarely really criticizes employees on the premise of firing them.

But today I don't want to forgive the villain who will talk about him behind his back so easily.

"Why, still not leaving? Are you trying to seduce me?"

Jiang Zhuo's tone was obviously questioning, and the two employees ran away in fright, and they didn't even have time to apologize for bumping into Secretary Li.

"Mr. Jiang..." Secretary Li walked up to Jiang Zhuo, seeing Jiang Zhuo's unchanging expression, felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

Jiang Zhuo ignored him, turned around and went to the bathroom, and found the mobile phone at the sink. There was still an unread message on the mobile phone.

He raised his hand and clicked in, it was Fu Shixin's message, and asked him if he wanted to pick him up.

Jiang Zhuo replied "no".

Jiang Zhuo put the phone away and left the bathroom. Secretary Li was still at the door. Seeing Secretary Li's worried look, he realized that he was afraid it was because of his own business.

"I'm fine, it won't affect me."

Jiang Zhuo walked past Secretary Li, turned his back on Secretary Li's face, and immediately became depressed. He patted Secretary Li on the shoulder, and said suddenly and earnestly: "Li Jue, you and Feng Wenke are on good terms. Don't worry about other things. Both of you stay away from Fu Shixin."

This can be regarded as advice to Secretary Li, and it can also be regarded as talking to himself. Jiang Zhuo can't describe his own mood, and it's even more difficult to confide this kind of emotion that he can't understand to others.

"Tell Mr. Xu for me, I'm leaving first."

Leaving the hotel, Jiang Zhuo wandered aimlessly on the road, he didn't want to go home, he would have to face Fu Shixin's entanglement when he got home,

He still doesn't know his own heart, and he doesn't understand why he and Fu Shixin became like this.

Is he dull?

No, he knew that Fu Shixin was serious about him.

Does he not like Fu Shixin?

Jiang Zhuo didn't dare to think about the answer.

What he fears most is to follow the old path of Feng Wenke and Zhao Ran.

The weather was very cold, even though Jiang Zhuo was wearing a down jacket over his suit, he could still feel the freezing cold.

The alcohol has passed, and his brain is becoming more and more sober. He originally wanted to use the alcohol to fool him, but now he can only deceive himself and others.

The phone's ringtone rang again, Jiang Zhuo glanced at the caller ID, and answered the call bravely.

Fu Shixin's anxious voice came to his ears, "Where are you?"

Jiang Zhuo looked around, his face full of bewilderment, he didn't know where he had gone.

"You send me the location, and I will pick you up."

"Beep beep..." The phone was hung up simply, but Jiang Zhuo stared at Fu Shixin's name for a long time in a daze.

Ten minutes later, Fu Shixin appeared in front of Jiang Zhuo. He rushed suddenly, wearing only a thin pajamas.

After seeing Jiang Zhuo, he sighed with relief, "Go home."

He didn't ask why Jiang Zhuo came here alone, but Jiang Zhuo knew from Fu Shixin's nervousness about him that Fu Shixin knew about it.

Jiang Zhuo sat quietly on the co-pilot, the warm air from the air conditioner blew slowly and surrounded him, but his cold body still didn't ease when he got home.

Jiang Zhuo silently followed Fu Shixin into the door. To his surprise, the moment the light at the entrance was turned on, roses all over the room slowly covered the ground.

Jiang Zhuo stopped at the door dumbly, looking at everything in front of him.

Fu Shixin touched the tip of his nose a little uncomfortably, "I originally wanted to give you a surprise."

surprise?Jiang Zhuo cast his eyes on Fu Shixin, he could be...

Jiang Zhuo's thumb kept rubbing the ring on his middle finger, and the uneasiness in his heart hung directly on his face.

"Yes, I want to propose to you." Fu Shixin said truthfully.

"Proposal..." Jiang Zhuo, who had just experienced a trough, faced Fu Shixin's explanation as if he was listening to a joke.

"Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and today is not April Fool's Day."

Fu Shixin nodded unmoved, "That's why I prepared too early, and you should treat it as a rehearsal, and you must not waste it."

Fu Shixin stepped on the petals before Jiang Zhuo walked into the living room.

Looking at the flowers all over the floor, Jiang Zhuo hesitated. He didn't know how long Fu Shixin had prepared, but his response just now was by no means what Fu Shixin wanted.

Jiang Zhuo sighed slightly, he couldn't give him much.

Fu Shixin cleaned the living room, and Jiang Zhuo went back to his room to take a shower and change his clothes. At night, the two of them lay on the bed with a thick quilt between them.

Jiang Zhuo closed his eyes and pretended to be sleeping, and soon felt a pair of warm hands wrapping him into a warm embrace.

He froze and wanted to refuse, but he heard the person behind him say: "Don't worry, I won't touch you tonight, go to sleep."

Fu Shixin kept his word, and after hugging him, there was no unnecessary movement.

"How are you doing tomorrow?" After a long time, Fu Shixin cleared his throat and asked Jiang Zhuo, who knew he was still up.

"I...I want to go back to my hometown."

Fu Shixin hugged Jiang Zhuo tighter, "Well, I'll accompany you tomorrow."

"I want to be alone."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you at home."

Following Fu Shixin's words, the bedroom fell into silence, except for the sound of each other's breathing.

Fu Shixin stared at the back of Jiang Zhuo's head, thinking about what he had heard from Secretary Li. He was sure that the rumor had hurt Jiang Zhuo, and he was thankful that Jiang Zhuo could still lie in his arms instead of letting him roll.

He looked at the sleeping person and whispered in his ear, "Don't worry, I will clean up anyone you don't like."