After women's clothing, I bent the boss

What identity?

I don't know why when Jiang He saw this sentence, the first thought that popped up in his mind was, is it okay to be your fiancé?

However, just as he was about to type, his burning brain quickly sobered up. The person chatting with him in front of him was Jin Yuan, not Jin Yuan.

Jinyuan is a man and Jinyuan is a woman.

Men are not allowed to be with men, so he will never be his fiancé, and Jin Yuan is not his fiancée, his fiancée is just a virtual character played by him.

At that moment, the sense of loss in Jiang He's heart was indescribable. He was just a despicable person who hid behind Jin Yuan and peeked at the shadow of "Jin Yuan" on him, so what right did he have to make demands on him.

Jiang He lowered his eyes and typed out a few words slowly.

Jiang He: [The identity of a friend. ]

Jin Yuan will send him a message soon.

Jin Yuan: [Oh. ]

Jin Yuan: [In this case, Mr. Jiang, your status as a friend is not qualified enough to remind me. ]

Jin Yuan: [I ate and lived with Luo Luo for four years. Let alone words and deeds, we have even done more intimate things. If Mr. Jiang wants me to be obedient, he has to ask Mr. Jiang to take it. It is better to come up with a more convincing identity than a friend. ]

Jiang He's eyes paused for a long time on the last message sent by Jin Yuan.

Living together for four years...

Something more intimate?

What is a more private matter? !

Jiang He put down his mobile phone screen and his eyes sank again and again. He raised his head and looked at Jin Yuan who was sitting on the dining table across the vast crowd. He saw that Jin Yuan was also looking up at him. The moment his eyes met, he Seeing that the other party raised his eyebrows slightly at him, and his beautiful eyes were full of teasing, it was obviously a provocative gesture, but for some reason, he saw a little teasing.

Jiang He's lip line was tight. If there was no relationship between him and Jinyuan, "Yuanyuan", it wouldn't even be a friend relationship. It was extremely reluctant, and now Jinyuan asked him to come up with a more convincing relationship than He Luo, but he couldn't come up with it at all.

But thinking about it again, even if he is facing "Yuanyuan" now, it seems that there is no relationship between them that is closer than that of friends. From the beginning to the end, only he himself shaves his head and picks his hair, but "Yuanyuan" has never He promised him anything, even the girlfriend that day was forced by himself.

Thinking of this, Jiang He's chest seemed to be poured with a lot of lead suddenly, and it was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

His eyes turned around on Jin Yuan's teasing face, then slowly moved away, and landed on He Luo beside him, he paused heavily, and walked away from the cafeteria with deep eyes.

In the chairman's office of Crane City Technology, Jiang He is sitting on the leather sofa, drinking tea while looking at the documents in his hands. For some reason, he has been absent from work recently, and his mind is always distracted.

Feng Yu, who was still waiting for his order, had already added mint leaves and lemon slices to his fruit teapot three times, and when she was about to add it for the fourth time, Jiang He suddenly said, "Xiao Yu, Do you know what a relationship is that is a little closer than friendship?"

"Ah?" Feng Yu, who was suddenly asked, was stunned. She put down the clip that was about to hold fresh lemon slices, thought for a while and replied: "Boss."

Jiang He frowned, dissatisfied with this answer, and asked again: "Who is closer than a bosom friend?"

This time Feng Yu replied without even thinking: "Lover."

After finishing speaking, she paused, and before Jiang He could ask again, she answered the rest of the questions for him in a considerate manner: "The relationship that is further than a lover is only husband and wife and family, Mr. Jiang .”

After listening, Jiang He unhappily raised the teacup in his hand and took a few sips of tea. Apparently none of the relationships Feng Yu mentioned satisfied him.

But apart from these relationships, there seems to be no closer relationship between him and Jinyuan than friendship.

Therefore, as Jin Yuan said, he has no right to remind him to have close contact with others.

He can only watch helplessly as he flirts with other people, cuddling and even doing more private things.

Thinking that anyone but him could hold him, cuddle him, and kiss him in the future, Jiang He couldn't help tightening his hand holding the teacup, the veins on it suddenly showed signs of trembling.

Jiang He desperately told himself.

Jin Yuan is a man, not a woman, and it is normal for him to get along with others like this, and the irrational and crazy thoughts in his mind have settled down.

He put down the teacup, read the documents in his hand, picked up the mobile phone on the table, and wanted to ask someone something, just opened WeChat, a small red dot popped up in the circle of friends, and he didn't think much about the location. Take a look in the past.

Jinyuan:

The chicken soup that Luoluo specially brought me to replenish energy and blood is very delicious. I really hope that I can drink it every day in the future.

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With a "bang", Jiang He heard that a string called reason in himself was broken.

What do you mean I really hope that I can drink it every day in the future? It is already annoying enough for him to be inseparable from work for two days. Now he is so tired of drinking soup, right? Is the company cafeteria a decoration or an inside? The meals are bad for them, and they need to take food from outside.

And this is Jinyuan's WeChat account, the first time to send a message to Moments, and it actually sent such a message.

Jiang He stood up, walked back and forth near the sofa, and suddenly said: "The workload of our company has been in a high-intensity state. If things go on like this, it will be extremely detrimental to the health of employees."

Feng Yu didn't quite understand why Jiang He suddenly cared about this issue, but seeing that he was serious, he listened seriously.

"So," Jiang He paused, and said loudly, "For the sake of the health of the employees, and also to enable them to devote themselves to work better in the future, let the cafeteria make preparations and give afternoon tea time to every employee of the company from now on. They all sent a cup of nourishing soup to make up for their bodies that have been depleted by long-term overtime work."

Feng Yu: "..."

At first, Feng Yu thought that Jiang always wanted to give employees some salary increases and benefits, but he didn't expect that it was such an outrageous thing to give them nourishing soup.

The complaints belonged to the complaints, but Feng Yu still handled what Jiang He told him properly.

What is the above sentence, and the following is a broken leg? The canteen of Crane City Technology now has a deep understanding.

Crane City Technology is not a small company. The Crane City Building alone has 39 floors. Except for the upper leadership office on the top floor, the remaining floors have nearly a thousand employees on each floor. It is not a trivial matter for each of the [-] employees to prepare a cup of nourishing soup every day. Therefore, in addition to preparing three meals a day for the employees, some people are assigned to cook the soup in the canteen department. Everyone is very busy.

Not only are they crazy, but the employees of Crane City Technology will also go crazy in the next half month.

This nourishing soup is good to drink once in a while, but if you drink it every day, it will be a bit torturous.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, during afternoon tea time, He Luo held a pot of chicken soup that was boiled with a strong taste, delicious and sweet, and ground his teeth to talk to Jin Yuan: "You say it's strange, since I brought you my mother's soup that day. It started with chicken soup, and the next day the company began to distribute chicken soup to everyone. These days, I drink soup at the company during the day, and my mother feeds the soup when I go home at night. I almost vomit after drinking the soup.”

He dawdled aside and didn't want to drink the soup, but Jin Yuan lowered his head and had already drank half a cup by himself, probably because he was in a good mood for the past half month and he was nourished every day, the complexion on his face was extraordinarily special Well, even the color of his lips, which had been bloodless all year round, gradually turned red, which made his unusual appearance stand out.

"I think it's okay." Jin Yuan slowly drank the soup in front of him, and when he heard He Luo's words, he slightly hooked his lips, "The company also took the initiative to help auntie reduce the burden, isn't it, you can let me get off work tonight Don't be too busy, Auntie."

"No way," He Luo grimaced, "My father and brother worked hard on the construction site, even if I didn't drink, my mother would prepare it for them. In order not to worry my mother, I would hold my nose when I went back. If I want to drink another bowl of soup, the soup provided by this company cannot be wasted. I am tortured every day, being stabbed at home and another knife at the company, it is simply too painful."

Jin Yuan finished drinking the soup in his soup cup, seeing that He Luo was holding the soup cup with a look of bitterness and hatred at all, and showed no signs of drinking, took out a tissue to wipe off the oil stains on his lips, and said proactively, "Would you like to drink it?" If that's the case, why don't I drink it for you, I really like it." As soon as He Luo heard Jin Yuan's words, he immediately put the soup cup in his hand on Jin Yuan like the kind of prisoner who was liberated from the prison. In front of Yuan: "Hey, that's a good relationship."

As soon as he finished speaking, other colleagues who were not moving quickly surrounded him and put the soup cup in his hand in front of Jin Yuan: "Jin Yuan, if you like it, you can take the soup in our hand as well." go."

Jin Yuan looked at the five or six soup cups that were placed on the table in an instant. He only had one stomach, and he couldn't drink so much.

He looked at the colleagues who surrounded him in surprise: "You...don't you like drinking?"

"It's good to drink soup," a male colleague in his thirties frowned and complained with a piece of tissue stuck in his nose, "but normal people can't bear to make up for it every day. You see, I'm getting nosebleeds. If I drink it like this, I am afraid that I will be nourished to death by this nourishing soup before I die suddenly."

The other colleagues around nodded in agreement, and then joined the team of complaining.

"I don't know that our boss made a mistake. He actually asked us to drink soup at afternoon tea time. Thanks to him, he can think of ways to torture people for such a little relaxation time in a day. Really He is merciless in squeezing people."

"That's not it. On the surface, they say that drinking soup will nourish our bodies, but in private, they are thinking about squeezing our labor force hard, so that we can live for two more years to work for him."

"Hey, the soul of migrant workers, migrant workers are superior to others, let's accept our fate, the company's decision-making is not something we can control."

"..."

A good afternoon tea time was suddenly turned into a complaint meeting by colleagues. Jin Yuan sat aside and listened quietly, quietly lowered his eyes, and unconsciously felt hot in his ears.

He knew very well why Jiang He suddenly made everyone in the company drink soup.

Wasn't it because the circle of friends he posted stimulated him, he wanted him to drink the soup, but he was duplicity and refused to admit that it was prepared for him alone, so he had no choice but to evolve into what he is now.

Jin Yuan touched his nose in embarrassment, he had to clean up the trouble he caused.

He took out his mobile phone, opened WeChat, clicked on the pinned message to contact him, and thought about sending him a message.

Jin Yuan: [Boss, can I ask you something. ]

Jiang He didn't reply right away, he was probably busy, just when Jin Yuan was about to put down his phone, the words "the other party is typing" popped up under the WeChat box, he smiled, and waited patiently again.

Jiang He: [What's the matter. ]

Jin Yuan quickly pressed a line of words on the screen with his fingertips.

Jin Yuan: [Can you cancel the part of drinking soup at afternoon tea? ]

Jiang He: [Why? ]

Jin Yuan: [Hmm...]

Jin Yuan: [I’m just afraid that I’ll drink it——]

Jin Yuan was lazily leaning on the work chair, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his white and slender fingertips slowly typed words on the screen.

Jin Yuan: [I can't help but find Mr. Jiang to put out the fire. ]