The Prosperous Years of Wang Xiaohuo

Although Wang Xiaohuo had little experience, he was not confused. At this moment, he understood that Chen Wenjun had long been dissatisfied with Zhou Bin's deliberate care for him, and he didn't usually give him a chance to take advantage of his mistakes and make a big fuss today to deliberately embarrass him.

Does he know what happened with Zhou Bin that night?Still notice something?Wang Xiaohuo couldn't help but think that his face was on fire, he was a little panicked, and he couldn't give in. A slight retreat at this time could only make him more sure of his suspicions, implying that there was indeed some inextricable relationship in his imagination between himself and Zhou Bin. Relationship.

"I don't understand Director Chen's words, can you explain more clearly?"

Chen Wenjun glanced at it seemingly casually, and Wang Xiaohuo's stiff expression made him feel an unspeakable sense of comfort. For a long time, the young man in front of him was deliberately cultivated and valued by the director, which made him extremely jealous. From him, he seemed to see The youth that I have passed away, I have touched the unwillingness that I have struggled for decades and still live under others. This unwillingness has nowhere to vent and it intensifies. I usually have to carefully cover it up. Today I took the opportunity to finally vent it, although there is no substance. The change, but the heart is much easier in an instant.

"Xiao Wang, I was just making an analogy and didn't target a certain person. We work together every day. It's not impossible to see your work attitude. Maybe the tone of criticism just now is too straightforward in the way of expression. The starting point is all wrong. Because of the care and love of an old comrade for you, I hope you can understand this painstaking efforts." Chen Wenjun accepted it as soon as he saw it, and said earnestly.

Looking at him, Wang Xiaohuo wished he could rush forward and tear off the fake smile on his face. Although he was not convinced, he could only choose to swallow his anger, because continuing to pester him would only make his situation more embarrassing.

Accompanied by the other party's hidden victory eyes, Wang Xiaohuo returned to his seat depressed and unwilling, and still sensed the other party's heavy gaze through the back of the thick cotton coat, looking at the messy paper on the table, thinking about the unreasonable insult just now , My heart twitched violently one after another.

"It's all his fault." Wang Xiaohuo couldn't help but transfer all his resentment to Ouyang Lin. He gritted his teeth and meditated: "If it wasn't for being unhappy last night, I wouldn't get up late today, let alone invite a meal of humiliation, and say I like it." If I don’t like it, why should I fall into the vortex of feelings from the beginning? Blindly using principles and bottom lines to evade, do you think I am naive, Stupid and easy to be deceived? Ouyang Lin, you make me sad and disappointed, you know, just think of how painful and regretful I am for what happened last night, and find myself so ridiculous, pitiful, ashamed, I hate you! I hate you!"

The door squeaked softly, but Wang Xiaohuo didn't notice it because he was immersed in self-hatred.

"Director Zhou is here, Xiao Wang, why don't you stand up and pour water?"

Wang Xiaohuo numbly raised his head and looked towards the door.

"Now this young man really doesn't know what's on his mind every day." Chen Wenjun walked past Wang Xiaohuo's table quickly, muttering in his mouth.

"It's not a guest from another unit, my brother, why be polite." Zhou Bin smiled kindly, closed the door behind him, walked in slowly, and stopped naturally when he passed by Wang Xiaohuo.

Wang Xiaohuo simply said hello, lowered his head to straighten the table, picked up a pen and pretended to be working.

"Writing materials?" He looked over his head and glanced at the desktop.

"It's not a piece of material that was arranged yesterday, but I'm rushing to write it today." Chen Wenjun came up and explained.

"Combine work and rest, and don't rush, step by step, everything needs a process, don't put too much burden on young people."

"No reminder, no reminder, Xiao Wang, do you hear me? Hurry up and thank the director for your concern."

"Thank you." Wang Xiaohuo put down his pen, stood up and said.

"However, if you have any difficulties in writing, you should consult Director Chen humbly. He is a pen recognized by our unit."

"Congratulations, congratulations, I dare to be called a pen in front of the director."

"Old Chen, you don't need to be humble when signing the expense reimbursement, so you don't have to be modest when it comes to writing materials."

"Yes, yes." Chen Wenjun's face suddenly lit up.

"Are there any arrangements for noon?"

"No."

"Just now Secretary Li of the Finance Committee called and said he wanted to get together. You also have some friendship with him. If you have nothing to do, go and accompany him."

"You leaders are reminiscing about the past, is it appropriate for me to go?"

"You know him well, and you're no stranger to him. What's wrong with having a meal together? Besides, without you, there would be a lot less atmosphere in the wine market."

"The director is too flattering."

"The location is set at the Guixiangyuan Hotel, go directly there after get off work."

"Ok."

"Then keep busy." When he reached the door, Zhou Bin stopped suddenly, turned his head and glanced at the top of Wang Xiaohuo's head, and asked, "Does Xiao Wang have time at noon?"

"Wang Xiaohuo, the director is asking you."

"I……"

"Go together if you have nothing to do, how can you just stay in the office all day and not make friends?"

"He has no special arrangements. I will take him with me at noon." Chen Wenjun interrupted quickly.

"Really?" Zhou Bin stared at Wang Xiaohuo and continued to ask.

After a little hesitation, Wang Xiaohuo hummed.

"Okay, you guys go on, there are still things to deal with, I'll go up first."

When Zhou Bin left, Chen Wenjun seemed to be a different person, humming a little tune in a low voice, returning to the table with a happy face, picked up the cup, sipped the tea heavily, and said: "The tea I bought this time is really good! "

Looking at him, Wang Xiaohuo couldn't help feeling sad, some people live for money, some people live for power, some people live for feelings, some people live for ideals, as for himself, he wants status but no status, money but no money, and work is controlled by others , I thought I got the true love, but unexpectedly, the road in the future was covered with thick fog, and I didn't know how to move forward.

At noon, Wang Xiaohuo went to the banquet together under the leadership of Chen Wenjun. When they arrived at the designated location, Zhou Bin and the guests had already arrived.

There were people in the room who only knew Zhou Bin and Chen Wenjun, and they didn't have the right to intervene in their conversation. They just sat on the side and listened to their conversation without saying a word, and got up from time to time to pour tea.

Zhou Bin happened to be sitting opposite to the waiter when he was eating. He had already taken off his coat at this time, and the white shirt exposed from the collar of a black sweater made his facial features even more plump.

Perhaps it was because he was in a happy mood, he drank wine very boldly today, and halfway through the conversation and laughter, he had already reached Wang Xiaohuo's face.

Ever since he picked up the cups to toast one by one, Wang Xiaohuo secretly prayed that he would not be found, but unfortunately he couldn't hide himself. Seeing him looking at him, he hesitated, so he decided to take the initiative, stood up, and quickly said, "Director Zhou, I respect you." A glass."

"Do your job well." Zhou Bin raised his glass and went to the end.

"Then how can I do it? Xiao Wang, do you know how much Director Zhou cares about your work? This cup doesn't count. Why don't you take advantage of today's great opportunity to toast a few more to express your gratitude?" Before the cup fell, Chen Wenjun Immediately stood up and said.

He said it didn't matter, all the people at the table looked at Wang Xiaohuo in unison, in such a situation, he could not sit or stand, holding the cup in embarrassment.

"Why do young people drink so much wine? Besides, we are the hosts, so even the toast should start with Secretary Li."

At this time, Secretary Li, who was sitting next to Zhou Bin, raised his hand and said something to him, and Zhou Bin replied with a smile. Although he didn't know the content of the conversation, Secretary Li looked at the two while listening. I guess the situation must be related to myself.

"Director Zhou, thank you for caring and helping me at work all the time, I respect you!" Regardless of personal feelings, in all fairness, Zhou Bin still cares about himself at work. Thinking of this, Wang Xiaohuo poured his wine and held it up with both hands.

"Don't panic, don't panic, the Zhouju cup is still empty."

While Chen Wenjun was pouring wine, Zhou Bin joked, "You're the only one who can get involved. We're all drunk. What about the guests?"

"Old Zhou, who doesn't know how much you drink? If you get drunk after drinking this glass of wine, wouldn't we be drunk and passed out long ago?" Secretary Li interjected with a smile.

"Heroes don't mention being brave in the past, but now I am an old man, Xiao Wang, and I will offer a glass of wine to every leader here starting from Secretary Li." Obviously, Wang Xiaohuo was very surprised and very happy with this glass of wine.