Haunted by a super flirtatious little milk dog

The world-renowned symphony orchestra is on a global tour, and this stop is City Z.

It stands to reason that the news about the performance of the symphony orchestra should be reported by the reporters of the entertainment group, but Zhang Yi is very interested in this kind of music, so he asked his colleagues in the entertainment group for two tickets with an old face, and insisted on pulling Bentong to come listen.

Wen Dong didn't know much about this kind of elegant art, and he was afraid that he would lose face to his senior sister by falling asleep while listening to it, so he said: "Brother Sun, go, I just have to stay in the stage to finish the last monthly summary. .”

Brother Sun is getting older, and he doesn't want to wrong himself, so he rushed to say: "Xiao Wen, look at you, Xiao Zhang must find a young and handsome little brother or little brother to accompany him to the concert, you Why did you ask me, a middle-aged uncle, to go? You go, you go, just write the monthly summary, and no one will read it."

Zhang Yi was so angry that he wanted to roll his eyes: "That's enough! You two! If I have a boyfriend, it will be your turn! Do you know how much this ticket sells for? More than 2000! You are exhausted How long does it take to earn 2000!"

When Brother Sun heard that the tickets for the concert were sold for 2000 pieces, his eyes widened, as if he had heard something incredible.

Bentong used to go to the concerts of various celebrities with his classmates when he was in school, so he probably knew that a good location really cost this price, or even more expensive, so he didn't express anything.

Then Zhang Yi went on to say: "Okay, Dongjiu, I know that you are not short of this money, but this ticket is free, and colleagues from the cultural and entertainment team go to interview, and we will follow. Even if it is a joint interview, you don't need to write The outline of the interview, two, don’t bother with the later broadcast, if you say that you don’t go, is that still plausible?”

So, Ben Dong was dragged by Zhang Yi, put on the black suit he hadn't worn for a long time, and went to the music hall in the new district of Z City to attend the concert.

When he was about to check the ticket to enter the venue, Ben Dong's cell phone rang in his trouser pocket. He took it out and saw that it was He Zihuai calling.

He Zihuai was the contact person of JY Group handpicked by He Xiang, so Wen Dong didn't dare to neglect, and quickly pressed the answer button.

"Reporter Wen?" He Zihuai's voice was not loud, and rang on the other end of the phone coldly.

Wen Dong couldn't hear clearly, he raised his hand and made a gesture to Zhang Yi, motioning her to go in first, and then walked a few steps quickly with the phone in hand to a corner where no one was around.

"It's me, Assistant He." Wen Dong replied politely, "What's the matter?"

"Oh, that's right. Mr. He asked our company's comprehensive department to make a corporate yearbook some time ago, summarizing and sorting out the company's relatively major business projects and memorabilia in the past 10 years. Mr. He means that this corporate yearbook is for you A copy was also sent there. Of course, reporter Wen must have done an in-depth background investigation before, but this is a memorabilia from the perspective of our company, and I think it is worth reading."

Not only is it worth seeing, it is simply important information!Wendong thought to himself that with this yearbook, he can speculate on the next development direction of JY Group based on the coverage of business projects in the past 10 years, and at the same time, he can better revise the interview outline and continue to deepen the interview content.

"Mr. He really has a heart," Wen Dong said, "We really need similar materials. Then when is it convenient for you, let me go and get them?"

He Zihuai was silent for a while before saying, "How is today?"

"Today?" Wen Dong raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the ticket gate. Zhang Yi should have already entered, so he said a little embarrassedly, "Today I am doing a joint interview with my colleagues from the TV station, and it will start soon. Maybe not. It’s so convenient, how about tomorrow, I’ll go to your company to pick it up tomorrow?”

He Zihuai didn't answer, but asked instead: "Oh? Where did reporter Wen interview today?"

Wen Dong frowned, he didn't have the habit of reporting the itinerary to anyone, but when He Zihuai asked, he couldn't help but tell the truth: "It's a bit far from your company at the music hall in the new district. Probably can’t make it through.”

"I happen to be going to the New District to do some business today. When will your end be over? I'll drop by and bring you the yearbook."

Gong Cheng said that his biological father and his father's nephew teamed up to squeeze him out of the JY Group, so this He Zihuai should be He Xiang's nephew.

Wen Dong instinctively wanted to keep a distance from this He Zihuai. Naturally, he didn't want to show good looks to Gong Cheng's enemies and opponents, but for work, he still had to maintain a basic level of etiquette.

So Wen Dong said, "I don't want to trouble Assistant He for a trip. In fact, although this yearbook is important, I don't have to get it today. I will visit tomorrow and pick it up by the way. It's the same."

Wen Dong almost declined this remark, but He Zihuai seemed not to understand, and then asked: "Is reporter Wen attending the concert performed by the symphony orchestra at the music hall in the new district?"

Ben Dongjiu: ...

What on earth does this He Zihuai want to do!Do you have to come here to deliver something to stop!

Ben Dong held his forehead helplessly and said, "Yes."

"Well, the concert will last about 2 hours. I'll be there when it's almost over. I'll contact you when the time comes!"

After hanging up the phone, Ben Dong felt indescribably strange.As He Xiang's assistant, He Zihuai seemed a little too enthusiastic about the interview.The new area is more than an hour's drive away from the JY Group's building, and the land here is sparsely populated. I really don't understand what He Zihuai wants to do here.

Ben Dong didn't have time to think about it, he trotted two steps to the ticket gate with the ticket in hand, and entered after checking the ticket.

When Bentong entered the venue, the concert had not yet started, but the audience had already taken their seats, and the huge venue with thousands of people was surprisingly quiet.

Zhang Yi took a selfie with his mobile phone, and took a selfie with Bentong. It took more than a dozen pictures before he was satisfied.

"I want to post on Moments." Zhang Yi said, "It's the first time to sit so close to a concert, accompanied by a handsome little brother."

Wen Dong said helplessly: "Sister, can you stop posting my photo when you post on Moments?"

Ben Dong is the only person who never posts Moments, let alone Moments with his own photos, and he doesn’t look at Moments either.

Zhang Yi stared: "Why don't you post it? Anyway, you don't look at Moments, so it doesn't matter if I post it or not!"

As he spoke, he continued to lower his head and press the phone.

The concert was very majestic and shocking, and the world-renowned symphony orchestra was well-deserved. Wen Dong thought that he, a common man, would fall asleep listening to it, but it turned out that he was led by Zhang Yi, and he also developed an extremely amateur interest in classical symphony. .

When the concert was about to end, Wen Dong remembered that He Zihuai would probably be there too, so he held his phone in his hand and waited, he didn't want to miss the call from Assistant He Xiang.

Sure enough, within a few minutes, He Zihuai sent a message.

"I'm here, at the entrance of the music hall, you can see me when you come out after the end, I'm a blue Cayenne."

He Zihuai probably listened to the concert because he was afraid of disturbing Bentong, so he didn't call on purpose, but just sent a message.

Those who work as assistants know how to take care of others and how to make those around them feel convenient and comfortable.He Zihuai seemed to be such a person.

Wen Dong thought: maybe He Zihuai's success as He Xiang's assistant is not all because he is the nephew of the general manager.

"Okay, it's almost over, I'm going out now."

Wen Dong replied to the message, and signaled to Zhang Yi that he was going to the bathroom, and left by leaning against the wall.

Arriving at the entrance of the music hall, Ben Dong immediately saw He Zihuai's eye-catching blue Cayenne.He walked over and knocked on the co-pilot's window.Then he stood up straight, and naturally inserted one hand into his trouser pocket.

He Zihuai got out of the car, his eyes lit up the moment he saw Wen Dongjiu.

"Reporter Wen," He Zihuai said politely, "I didn't expect you to be so handsome in a formal suit."

Wen Dong was a little embarrassed. Although he knew that he was in good shape for swimming all year round and looked handsome in everything he wore, it still made him feel a little uncomfortable when these words came out of He Zihuai's mouth.

"I'm not used to wearing these at ordinary times, and it's inconvenient for work," Ben Tong said. "The concert requires formal clothes, so I dug them out and wore them."

While speaking, He Zihuai had already walked around the front of the car and walked in front of Wen Dongjiu.

He Zihuai is about 5 centimeters shorter than Bentong, and his body is thinner, his complexion is fairer, and he looks inactive and out of shape.

"Reporter Wen," He Zihuai said with a smile on his face, "Are you free for a drink later?"

"Ah?" Wen Dong couldn't keep up with He Zihuai's rhythm. Have a drink?Why have a drink?And why should I have a drink with you?

"I mean, for some cases in the enterprise yearbook, I probably need me to introduce the background for you, because there are only general projects written on it, and many detailed things are not written. I think the details are important to you. Should be very important, right?"

Details determine everything, and good details can make the whole news report come alive.He Zihuai's proposal moved Wendong a little bit.

"Okay, then there is Assistant Lao He."

He Zihuai shrugged, and said easily: "Don't be so polite. It's about JY Group's TV interview. Mr. He attaches great importance to it. It will be a good promotional opportunity for us if we do it well. Besides, we are actually about the same age, and we are together There should be a lot of common topics, maybe we can become friends!"

Wen Dong just smiled, and said restrainedly and politely: "In any case, Assistant He attaches so much importance to the cooperation with the TV station, I should express my gratitude."

"Call me by my name from now on, it doesn't have to be so formal," He Zihuai waved his hand, "I'll call you Dongjiu too, is that okay?"

"..." Wen Dong had a preconceived unfriendliness towards He Zi because of Gong Cheng's words, so he couldn't help feeling a little disgusted with his overtures, but he is a well-mannered person and would not embarrass others in person, so he said :"no problem."

He Zihuai smiled. He was very young, but he smiled very calmly, revealing his maturity that was seriously inconsistent with his age.

"Hey, Dongjiu, there seems to be something in your hair..."

He Zihuai stared at Ben Dongjiu's black and thick hair, then raised his hand to touch Wen Dongjiu's hair naturally.

He Zihuai took it between Ben Tongjiu's hair and took off a small leaf.

This gesture seems to be full of kindness, just like a small favor that is normal among friends.But for Gong Cheng who came from behind Bentong, it seemed too ambiguous.He couldn't see Wen Dongjiu's expression, he could only see He Zihuai smiling, raising his head to caress Wen Dongjiu's hair, and then held something in his hand out to Wen Dongjiu for him to see.

So natural, so...intimate.

Gong Cheng felt a fire ignited in his chest without warning. On the empty road in the new area, he didn't care about his manners anymore, and shouted viciously: "He Zihuai! What are you doing? !"

[The author has something to say: Merry Christmas! 】