Hit workers refuse to fall in love with BOSS

Xiao Cheng thought that he was rarely moved by certain episodes in daily life, but he was still faintly touched when he saw this scene.

Having been alone for so many years, and I am getting old, it seems that it would be nice to have a family.

The cat on the bed woke up, stepped on Qu Ziyue's face, and he shrank into the quilt with a cry.

Xiao Cheng fled the scene in a hurry, and then realized how outrageous his thoughts just now were, how could he come up with this idea when he saw his assistant and his cat sleeping in his home?

It seems that in the future, we can't just let the music stay overnight, he thought.

Qu Zi looked at the phone more, it was already eight o'clock, she got up on the spot in fright, wanted to change clothes quickly, but remembered that her clothes were still thrown in the bathroom of the president's house.

Wearing loose pajamas and dawdling out, Xiao Cheng was sitting on the sofa watching the morning news with an iPad.

"President, I..."

Xiao Cheng turned around.

"I have no clothes to wear." Qu Zi Yue said.

Xiao Cheng had no choice but to put down his iPad and get up, "Let's go, I'll find you clothes."

Xiao Cheng only moved here after his parents passed away. When he first moved here, he only brought some daily necessities with him. Now the wardrobe is slowly added later.

After looking through it for a while, they were all clothes of inappropriate size. Xiao Cheng grew to a height of 186cm when he was in college.

The two stood in front of the wardrobe scratching their heads.

Qu Zi became more and more embarrassed, and felt that he was causing trouble to the president again.

"Yes." Xiao Cheng suddenly remembered something, turned around and walked to the storage room, "I used to spend the summer vacation at my grandma's house in high school, and after my grandma passed away, my uncle packed up and found a lot of my things, and packed them up and sent them over."

Qu Ziyue followed behind Xiao Cheng, watching him take down a big cardboard box from the top shelf of the closet.

"I remember there are clothes." Xiao Cheng took out some books and toys on his face.

A small self-made slingshot landed at Quzi Yue's feet, and a small Q letter was scratched on it with a knife.

The more he picked up the tune, the thumb scrubbed the letter a few times.

"Here," Xiao Cheng took out a bag, which contained some summer clothes and pants. The clothes worn by the young master of the Xiao family back then were also expensive and of good quality. It is impossible to tell that this is a dress from more than ten years ago.

Qu Zi Yue squatted down, took the clothes with one hand and put down the slingshot with the other.

Xiao Cheng's eyes flickered, and when he saw the slingshot, he picked it up to have a look, and smiled as if thinking of something interesting.

"Did you do it yourself?" Qu Zi Yue asked knowingly.

"No," Xiao Cheng said, starting to play with the slingshot in his hand: "When I was a sophomore or freshman in high school, I went to a place with my parents to do charity. There was a little boy at the gate of an elementary school. I invited him to eat the root Popsicle, he gave it to me."

The more Qu Zi saw Xiao Cheng was very happy, he felt relieved and said happily: "You still keep it."

"Well," Xiao Cheng picked up a small thing casually, and pulled off the rubber band: "I went to my grandma's house after I finished the public service. I don't like playing with children's things, so I forgot about them later."

Snapped!The little thing on the rubber band flew out, hit a gift box on the table in the middle, and bounced to the ground again.

Qu Zi Yue groaned, and went back to the room to change clothes.

Qu Ziyue is going to ask for leave to go back to school to defend and prepare for the graduation ceremony. Today, he has to hand over the urgent work to Zhang Jingyi in advance.

A few days ago, I negotiated with Zhang Jingyi for a long time. He refused to take the job of personal assistant, and he was unwilling to go out to socialize. Xiao Cheng also had nothing to do with him.

Zhang Jingyi joined Apor as soon as he graduated. He originally joined GR (government relations), and was transferred to the PR position of the president's office a year later.

He usually has a loose style of work, but he is still one of the core employees of the president's office because he has the stock left by his mother.

"Why are you working so hard to become a personal assistant?" Zhang Jingyi tapped Erlang's legs and sat next to Qu Ziyue.

Qu Ziyue stopped typing on the keyboard and looked at Zhang Jingyi seriously: "No."

"Isn't it?" Zhang Jingyi smiled: "You two join the team all day long."

After speaking, Zhang Jingyi looked at Qu Ziyue's clothes. The logo was very low-key, but you could tell what brand it was at a glance, but I hadn't seen this style before. Is it a new style?

"What's the matter?" Quzi tugged at her clothes more, thinking that she was seen wearing the clothes of the president.

After the two finished their work, Qu Ziyue submitted an OA for leave.

Five minutes later, the internal line rang.

"Come in." After Xiao Cheng finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Qu Zi Yue knocked on the door and entered.

Xiao Cheng: "You want to ask for 8 days' leave?"

"Yes," Qu Zi stood up straighter: "Because I still have to participate in some school activities, and the student union asked me to shoot an admissions video or something, and I have to pack up all the things in the dormitory. All returned."

The more the tune, the more detailed it is.

Xiao Cheng stepped out of his seat and took a glass of water himself: "Why return those things, just throw them away."

Qu Zi lowered his head and intertwined his fingers: "Because of that, if you return the card, you can get back the money you paid for the card, and some even have a deposit, which adds up to hundreds of dollars."

"Oh, that's quite a lot." Xiao Cheng said.

Qu Ziyue was originally worried that the president would think he was picky, so he would not let this little money go unnoticed.

Hearing what he said, he immediately relaxed a lot, stepped forward and helped Xiao Cheng tidy up the office desk, "Yes, and there are still a lot of money in the cards, and I still have a lot of books that I want to take to the fleas. sell in the market."

"Flea market?" Xiao Cheng was suddenly interested.

Quzi Yue pulled out two sheets of paper: "Yes,"

He didn't see Xiao Cheng's expression, and he thought he didn't know what a flea market was based on his tone, and explained: "Flea market means second-hand market."

Xiao Cheng was speechless, with his hips crossed: "Of course I know what flea market means!"

It’s just that this word is too old for him. Wealthy like Xiao’s family. When Xiao Cheng graduated from university, he went to set up a stall with Li Xiaoyao. He had a joint basketball, tens of thousands of guitars, all kinds of books and game consoles. A small number of collectible discs were sold out.

Because the CDs were a bit shady, he and Li Xiaoyao took apart a lot of CDs from the English tutoring books and used them as sets. In the end, the dean came to buy some learning materials for his child who was about to go to college, and bought the CDs away.

Xiao Cheng and Li Xiaoyao wept and accepted 5 yuan, thinking that luckily they had already graduated.

"When does it open?"

"What?" Qu Ziyue didn't react for a moment.

Xiao Cheng: "Flea market."

"Starting at 10 am on Saturday and Saturday, it lasts for two days." Yue Zi answered.

"Then I'll go and have a look at that time." Xiao Cheng said, inexplicably, he feels much younger recently, and wants to do something young.

Qu Ziyue's hands froze, "President, really?"

Xiao Cheng: "Yes."

Qu Ziyue: "Set up a street stall."

Xiao Cheng: "Yes."

Well, the more Qu Zi doesn't understand why the CEO suddenly wants to set up a stall, he can only tell himself that rich people sometimes want to be more down-to-earth, and feel how ordinary people live.

But speaking of it, the CEO is quite ordinary, he's not picky about food, he doesn't have two-meter-long legs, and he won't say that your breathing disturbs me.

It's not ordinary except being extra rich.

"Then I'll pick you up when the time comes." Qu Zi Yue finished wiping the table and threw the paper towel into the trash can.

"No need," Xiao Cheng sat back on his seat, "There is a driver, you forgot."

"That's right," Qu Zi smiled foolishly, looking at the noble president in the boss's chair, he couldn't help confirming again: "Are you really going to come? There are chattering students everywhere."

Xiao Cheng clicked his tongue, "Do you not want me to go?"

Qu Ziyue: "Absolutely not! I'll prepare a chair for you then."

That's about the same, Xiao Cheng asked Qu Ziyue to go out, clicked on the OA background, and rejected Qu Ziyue's application for leave.

As soon as Qu Zi sat down, he saw that the application was rejected. He looked at the computer screen with a puzzled expression, from disbelief to aggrieved, pouted, thinking that he just said that he would go to the flea market, so he rejected the application.

What did I do wrong again?

[You received a WeChat message]

President-Xiao Cheng: There is no need to ask for leave.

Qu Ziyue typed and deleted on the phone keyboard with his fingers, deleted and typed again, wanted to ask the president what he meant, but didn't the refusal mean disagreement, and the wording was not good and it seemed like a questioning.

President-Xiao Cheng: Go back directly.

The song responded with a thank you, but I still don't understand what the president's intention is.

Xiao Cheng refreshed the page to confirm that the process has been returned.

I didn't have much money in the first place, so please deduct so much wages for 8 days of leave and go to the northwest wind.Fortunately, his attendance has been adjusted to a mode that does not need to clock in, and there is no need to pull attendance or anything.

Since I had to rush back to school, the song left as soon as it was over, and it was almost nine o'clock in the evening when I returned to school after three trips. Only Wang Dabu was in the dormitory, and everyone else had an appointment to eat and drink outside. .

Qu Ziyue brought Wang Dabu a cup of milk tea.

"Xiao Yue~ You're back, huh, help me." Wang Dabu, a muscular man nearly 1.9 meters away, put his arms around Qu Ziyue's neck, and hung on Qu Ziyue's body with a split fork.

Qu Ziyue threw her schoolbag on the bed, "What are you doing? You get down first, it's too hot."

Wang strode out of the way, picked up the straw and plunged it into the milk tea, "My thesis was beaten back by the class tutor again, please help me."

"You're going to defend your thesis the day after tomorrow?" Qu Zi was more surprised.

"It's not that I've never done it. It's okay to say that, but I said that I was talking about cars in a lot of places, so let me simplify it." Wang Dabu said and pressed the song on the table: "I put the computer bring here."

There is a photo pasted on Qu Ziyue's desk. The photo is very old, but the plastic packaging shows that it was added only in the past two years.

In the photo is a little boy eating popsicles, with a cropped head, wearing a white T-shirt that has been washed white and has a distorted neckline, and a slingshot in his trouser pocket.Because she was too shy, she smiled stiffly at the camera.

Popsicles are mung bean flavored, the more I remember the tune.

That summer, there were activities in the school, and the friends went to buy ice cream to eat. He had no money, so he stood at the entrance of the canteen and waited for the friends to come out. A big brother came out to buy Coke. Seeing how pitiful he was, he gave him five yuan. money.

Qu Zi Yue shook his head and said no.

The sun was very strong, and the elder brother was impatient with the heat: "I don't want you to return it, but take it to buy ice cream."

The more the song, the more I want to eat ice cream, it's too hot.

But still shook his head and said, my mother said that you can't ask for things from strangers.

"Okay, if you like to eat or not, you will die of heat." The eldest brother turned around and was about to leave.

He thought the child would regret it right away, but after walking a few steps and looking back, the child was squatting on the side of the street, the back of his neck was tanned and red, and he was playing with a broken slingshot.

"Child,"

The more the tune rises.

"Meet the owner of the commissary."

Qu Zi nodded.

"Then he takes my money, you take his ice cream, it's okay."