rebirth of the nasty

No one in this world is irreplaceable, including the president.

This sentence was what Fang Zijin said to Luo Qingyuan and Zhang Mengyang the next day, "the reason for the CEO's leave", but he really didn't have the confidence to say such a pretentious sentence. Added a few words such as "Oh, my brother is so busy all year. Except for public holidays, he almost flies around when he is not working. As employees, shouldn't we also feel sorry for the boss?"

Zhang Mengyang and Luo Qingyuan are not stupid. Although Fang Zijin's words are too funny and seem not so serious, but thinking of how the boss dotes on his younger brother in the past few months, he knows that some of Fang Zijin's words are almost equal to his direct orders. .So, can their subordinates still manage the boss's vacation?The answer is obvious.Facing Fang Zijin's expectant expression at this moment, they couldn't complain at all, they could only grit their teeth and "quickly" agree.

Knowing the specific rest time of the two from Fang Zijin's mouth, Luo Qingyuan's mind turned quickly, and when he looked at Zhang Mengyang, he found that the other party also knew clearly: Second Young Master is going to celebrate Mr. Jin's birthday.

When Fang Zijin walked out of the special assistant's room, the two special assistants had a private conversation.

"This time Mr. Jin's birthday party will not be held—?"

Zhang Mengyang pushed his glasses and felt a headache: "Remove your question mark, it's obviously not going to be done this time... It seems that not only the workload of the two of us has doubled, but we should also clean up the mess together."

Luo Qingyuan sighed: "Then I will reply to all the emails inquiring about the birthday party later, and you can see if there is anything else that matters, so let's take care of it while Mr. Jin is in charge."

Luo Qingyuan didn't realize that he was too familiar with Zhang Mengyang's tone of voice at all. Instead, Zhang Mengyang glanced at him after subconsciously agreeing: "Well, junior, he is good at manipulating people."

While secretly complaining about the upcoming N-fold workload, the two special assistants quickly got into work, while the atmosphere in the CEO's office was as warm and harmonious as in a high-end coffee shop.

Although Fang Zijin doesn't know how to order kung fu tea like his brother, he still knows how to make pour over coffee. Of course, the technique is not as good as that of a professional barista, but with a good pot of water and good coffee, the taste is not far behind.Soon, the rest area was filled with the bitter and mellow taste of coffee.

The two of them sat side by side on the simple European-style gray fabric sofa with the same cups they brought home.Fang Zijin was playing with his mobile phone, and Jin Muyun picked up a book to read, and the picture was called "Time is quiet and good".Based on the looks of the two of them, they wanted to take pictures and put them on Weibo. I don't know how many people kept them silently.

But this picture would not have been possible a month ago: At that time, the rest area in the office was empty except for a sofa and a small bookshelf, and now the furnishings here are almost as large as the tea room on the balcony on the first floor of his house. Rich, a little warm atmosphere is also understandable.

Fang Zijin browsed Weibo for a while, and saw that the "tearing" Weibo post he posted yesterday had more than 3000 reposts, but he was not very satisfied. He was thinking about whether to buy a hot topic, when he saw the hot comments and someone said he Bullying.

The hat made him a little confused.

Fang Zijin turned around and pointed to his face and asked Jin Muyun: "Brother, do you think I'm bullying others?"

Jin Muyun was looking at the key plot of the mystery novel, and he was a little distracted: "Huh?" But he quickly realized that he couldn't help laughing: "How could it be?" It's almost like "bullying" me with the power, and all the good work schedules were disrupted... also I don't know why Qingyuan and the others are going to worry about it.

Of course Fang Zijin didn't know his brother's slander, so he showed him the hot comment on Weibo: "Brother, you comment!"

Jin Muyun took the phone, clicked on @小豆豆, glanced at it, and said seriously: "If you say bullying, it's them, you're right." Besides, even if it's wrong, as long as it's harmless, I'll take care of it. It's not up to outsiders to comment .

Fang Zijin felt confident when he heard his words, and replied with a crackling voice: "Your family has 80 fans, and I only have more than 20. You say I am bullying? Since you are so confident in holding this hat, could it be that the 80 Ten thousand fans are all zombie fans? If that’s the case, then I’m willing to take this hat and wear it firmly :).” Then he quit the client, never paying attention to idle talk.

Of course, such a discordant episode will not stay in the mind of Fang Zijin, who is free and easy by nature, for too long.After all, "there are a lot of people who are famous, right and wrong", he comforted himself like this.

Jin Muyun was very relieved to see that his mentality had adjusted quickly, so he ordered a small cake with his mobile phone and sent it to the front desk.

He generously favored his younger brother, but he never expected that the gossip cells in the brains of the people at the front desk would be ready to move because they hadn't seen the gossip on the top floor for a long time.

The lady at the front desk was very happy when she received the small and fresh takeaway package from the nearby dessert shop from the courier brother, but it was a bit embarrassing when she confirmed that it was delivered to the top floor instead of herself.While signing the bill with a smile, she was trying to find out who bought the cake for whom, and suddenly remembered that the special assistant had said that ordering meals during working hours was not allowed, so, obviously, only the president and his boyfriend could violate this rule.

Naturally, there was another commotion in the gossip group.

The elevator door on the top floor rang, and the front desk lady suppressed her desire to gossip and walked into the special assistant's office with a sweet smile: "Assistant Zhang, Assistant Luo, your order has arrived, can I put it here on the table?"

Zhang Mengyang agreed casually, and when he heard the person leaving, he looked up at the table by the door, and then looked at Luo Qingyuan suspiciously.Luo Qingyuan spread his hands, expressing his innocence.Both of them were exquisitely thoughtful, so they guessed that it was probably ordered by the office next door, so Luo Qingyuan spontaneously put down the things in his hands, and walked into the president's office with it.

The front desk lady didn't press the elevator button, and saw this scene through the reflection of the elevator door.She quickly posted the result to the gossip group.

"Come on, dry today's dog food!"

Fang Zijin ate the sweet and soft cakes ordered by his brother himself, and drank bitter coffee, completely implementing the idea of ​​turning the office into a coffee shop.

And Luo Qingyuan returned to the special assistant's office and sighed: "Mr. Jin is doting on my younger brother more and more. Do you think this 'brother's control' is a congenital decision or a nurture?"

Zhang Mengyang adjusted his glasses, and said earnestly: "I don't know about others, but just talking about Mr. Jin, he doted on his younger brother a few years ago. Even if it was acquired, it was developed quite early."

Luo Qingyuan nodded, but soon turned into a wry smile: "It seems that our hard days are yet to come."

After being reminded by Luo Qingyuan, Zhang Mengyang's calm expression finally couldn't hold back anymore, and he stuck his head on the table, feeling overwhelmed.

Luo Qingyuan laughed out loud, went to the water dispenser to get a cup of warm water for her, and said solemnly: "Drink more hot water."

Zhang Mengyang glared at him, "gudong gudong" swallowed half a cup in one gulp: "thank you."

She didn't realize that her attitude towards Luo Qingyuan was unknowingly much closer.If the other party had cared about "drink more hot water" to her before, I would definitely give her a pair of blank eyes in return.

Soon it was time to skip work for a few days.Because Fang Zijin reposted the lottery draw a while ago, she was very shy, so she booked a double seat in the economy class. Fortunately, this time happened to avoid the holidays—even if there was, it was just Arbor Day—there were not many people in the economy class , scattered throughout the cabin, and there are only two of them in this row.

Although the seats are much less comfortable than first-class cabins, they are still clean.Thinking of this, Fang Zijin breathed a sigh of relief.After all, he planned the birthday trip with all his strength, and if he encountered an uncomfortable place in the middle, he would inevitably feel guilty.

Jin Muyun didn't know that he was so small, but he also felt happy. After all, it was the first time to go out alone with his brother in so many years.As for the economy class, of course there is nothing to care about - when he went to Beijing to go to university, almost all of them were economy class, and even in the middle, because he went to other cities with his classmates for research, he also experienced long-distance train tickets.

As the temperature in Jinshi dropped from time to time in March, and there was an occasional "cold spring", almost everyone around me was still in winter clothes; two hours later, the plane landed at Nansheng Haibin Airport, and the strong sunshine in the afternoon first conveyed the island's beauty to tourists. Warm and welcoming.

Fang Zijin booked a hotel early in the morning, dragged his suitcase, and dragged Jin Muyun to take a taxi to his destination.

Cough, it was just bad luck that I encountered a "black car", which cost Fang Zijin 500 yuan.However, considering that the two of them were here to play and had no time to waste on such a boring person, he also admitted it angrily.

While waiting for the Santana to go away, Fang Zijin turned around cursing, only to find that Jin Muyun had already written down the number silently and called the report number.That made him happy.

The two dragged their suitcases into the hotel, and Jin Muyun stood beside him waiting for the registration. Seeing Fang Zijin's side face seriously signing the book, his heart suddenly softened: If only he was always so obedient, it would be fine...

The customer service took the two of them to the presidential suite on the top floor, and after explaining the necessary explanations, they turned and left.

Because it is not the tourist season, there are not many tourists on the beach not far from the floor-to-ceiling windows.Due to geological reasons, most of the beaches in China are not clear and sandy. In addition, Fang Zijin was unexpectedly obsessed with the presidential suite. The chances of a beautiful sea near a hotel with such conditions are much smaller.But Jin Muyun was stunned to see a bit of beauty from the gray-blue sea level and the sparse coconut grove: Well, it is post-modern enough.

Fang Zijin just went to the second bedroom to take a look. There was no cloakroom and the windows were not big. He felt very upset, so he pulled the suitcase back and said, "Brother, I'll sleep with you!".His thinking was simple: it would not be easy for his brother to switch with him, and it would also lower the quality of life of the other party, so they had to live in one room.

Jin Muyun was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Okay."

Fang Zijin got a satisfactory answer, and threw his suitcase into the cloakroom of the master bedroom.

Then I called room service and asked for afternoon tea.

The aroma diffuser in the house exudes a faint woody fragrance. When the window is opened, and the sea breeze warmed by the sun blows, the tulle curtains beside the window are raised.This kind of atmosphere finally saves the lack of scenery outside the window, and lingers in the room with a sense of warmth.

And at night, although it was so logical for the two of them to share the same bed, Jin Muyun always had a weird feeling in his heart.Soon, he calmed down by listening to the breathing of Fang Zijin, who was sleeping soundly next to him, and attributed the weird feeling to himself that he was just not used to having people around him, and gradually fell asleep.