Dream Love O is Cherry Alpha

A small conference room for 4 people separated by glass is where Fu Xingxian temporarily works in Fuxing Group.

He sorted out the documents in front of him, pushed them to the table next to him, and looked at the time in the lower right corner of the computer.

15:34, the time to finish work is relatively early today.

The door of the conference room faces the corridor, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is the blue sky and slowly moving clouds.

Fu Xingxian looked out the window, rested his eyes for a while, took out his phone, and opened the chat window with Wenjing.

In the chat history, the last sentence Wen Jing said was his courier address.

The penultimate sentence is to confirm whether he arrived home last week.

The school report will start next Monday. Wen Jing's summer homework was completed last week. With Fu Xingxian helping him, it only took two days in total.

Then there was almost no news from this person, let alone seeing someone, there seemed to be no time to send messages, and there was no phone call, so I don't know what he was busy with.

Fu Xingxian opened Wen Jing's circle of friends again.

The last post is still the cooking picture he posted that day, green pepper beef, cauliflower and cold dishes, but there is one more like and a few replies below.

Zhang Shan: "Damn it, you made it yourself?"

Wen Jing: "My brother! Are your eyesight bad?"

Zhang Shan: "President? Where are you two? This table is old, so it can't be the president's house."

Wen Jing: "My house. The old coffee table doesn't cost you~"

Zhang Shan: "[Lemon.jpg] I have known you for 4 years, and I have never been to your house."

Wen Jing: "I've known you for 5678 years and I won't let you come."

Elementary school students bicker about their sense of sight.

Fu Xingxian stared at Wen Jing's last reply, feeling better for no reason.

He put the phone aside, took out the leather notebook, and opened the daily plan.

Before going to city B together, the two of them deducted all points almost every day, and all zero eggs.Recently, I seldom contact each other. Except for the day when we buy vegetables and cook together, we don’t see each other every day, and we always get a perfect score of [-].

The new plan was carried out too thoroughly and didn't seem particularly happy.

There is no new running volume, Fu Xingxian's running volume starts at 20 kilometers every morning, and he has paid off his debts.

He wondered if he didn't have much to do now, should he change his clothes and go downstairs, and go to the gym on the 9th floor of the group for another 20 runs, so as not to increase his debts next week.

School will start next week, and he is in the same class as Wen Jing.Both of them are not short, and they should sit in the back row in the first class of science.

Fu Xingxian found that he seemed to have tacitly agreed that at least 20 points will be deducted every day after school starts, and the penalty for running will definitely increase...

He collected himself, packed his things, and dug out the prepared sportswear and sneakers from his bag.

This set of clothes is newly bought, and he hasn't worn it yet.I bought 3 sets of the same style, and the other two sets have been sent to Wenjing's house together with other daily necessities.

When Song Huiran was shopping for clothes, she said: "You have the nerve to send only your own clothes? What size is Wenjing's size? Buy him one too. He will look good in this."

It was his second set of clothes that were exactly the same as Wen Jing's.

The amusement park body is the first set.

……

The phone vibrated, and the caller was Fu Hong.

Fu Xingxian answered the phone: "Hi, Dad."

Fu Hong: "Are you still in the small conference room? I'll come find you later."

I don't know how long this will be.

Fu Xingxian hung up the phone, put away his clothes, and sat back in his seat. Being bored, he dug out a matt book from his bag, opened a browser on his laptop, and searched for the copybook.

He took out a carbon pen, facing the contents of the copybook, and wrote neatly: [-], 丨, 丿...

After a while, Fu Hong opened the door and came in.

He knocked on the conference table and leaned against the edge of the table: "What are you busy with? Practicing calligraphy?"

Just looking at the basic strokes, it doesn't seem to be the case. His son doesn't need to practice such a basic stroke.

Fu Hong frowned.

Compared with the searched copybook displayed on the screen, the font written by Fu Xingxian is completely different.

And he only writes in the first column of the notebook, and writes each stroke or word only once.

Rather than saying that he is practicing calligraphy, it is better to say that he is making a copybook, and everything he writes is a demonstration.

"What are you looking for from me?" Fu Xingxian finished writing the last word on this page, put down his pen and asked.

Fu Hong: "At 12:[-] p.m., there is a meeting on information security in the Digitalization Center on the [-]th floor. Go and listen."

Fu Xingxian nodded and looked at him, but didn't wait for the next sentence.

"That's all? What else is there to do?"

Fu Hong: "No more."

Fu Xingxian: "...Then you came here specifically to find me?"

Fu Hong: "Your mother said that the eldest son is often absent-minded these days, and asked me to visit you in my spare time at work, lest you have psychological problems. Do you think you have any problems?"

Fu Xingxian remained expressionless: "No."

Fu Hong: "Also, I have a surprise for you."

Fu Xingxian: "?"

Fu Hong patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, I'm leaving, you're welcome."

Fu Xingxian: "???"

Where is the surprise?

There seemed to be some smiles in Fu Hong's eyes, he opened the door and left without saying anything.

The chairman of Fuxing Group came over for a walk inexplicably, but he didn't know what it meant.Fu Xingxian watched his back disappear, turned his head to look at the screen, picked up the pen and continued writing.

The notebooks used by elementary school students are not thick, so he quickly wrote the whole book in the order of the copybooks, checking them from beginning to end.

He should be able to write it... Fu Xingxian looked at the notebook, but his thoughts went back to the day when he was doing homework at Wen Jing's house——

Although they were lying on the same table, Fu Xing was sitting idle on the gaming chair, and Wen Jing was sitting on the bed, with a distance between them.

Wen Jing wrote for a few minutes, then raised his head to look at him, his expression changed suddenly.

"Your handwriting is too beautiful, isn't it? It's not my writing!"

As he spoke, he pushed over the booklet he was writing.

Fu Xing watched Wen Jing's dog-crawling handwriting leisurely, and his formula could no longer be written.

"What should I do?"

"Why don't you fill out the ABCD for me? I'll write the rest myself." Wen Jing sighed, "There is no life to enjoy life."

"The score of the college entrance examination paper is also very important. You may need to practice your handwriting." Fu Xingxian put forward a very low standard, "You don't need to practice too much to look good, at least let your handwriting...stand up?"

So the two of them searched the Internet between homework and found Wen Jing's favorite copybook.

However, this guy is picky and picky, and he doesn't like anything.

Wen Jing: "I just like you! How about I just follow your handwriting?"

"You don't practice famous calligraphy, but practice mine?" Fu Xing paused, "How thick are your filters for me?"

"So thick!"

Wen Jing opened his hands, and after his hands were leveled and his body was in a straight line, he was still looking back.

Then he chuckled: "After practicing your handwriting, all homework will be done by you hahahaha!"

……

Fu Xingxian lowered his head to look at the copybook he had tailored for Wen Jing.

Or he has a thicker skin, and he actually wrote it.

However, thinking that Wen Jing likes his handwriting, and wants to write the same handwriting as him... There is an indescribable urge in my heart, as if I want to dye a piece of white paper with my favorite color and imprint my own brand.

Fu Xingxian took a deep breath and checked the time again.

The meeting was about to start, he left the meeting room with his notebook and pen, and walked through the corridor.

There were several secretaries chatting in the tea room.

"It's really cute, and it's polite and easy to get along with. I turned my back in an instant..."

"Hush..." Someone saw Fu Xingxian passing by and lowered his voice, "Are you prettier than the prince?"

"It's not the same style, it's a little brother, the kind that hurts people."

Fu Xing walked into the elevator and pressed the button for the [-]th floor.

The elevator door closed slowly, hiding the shadows of the secretary girls reflected on the frosted wall of the tea room, as well as their voices discussing the little fresh meat.

Less than 10 minutes before the start of the meeting, the big meeting room of the digitalization center was empty.Fu Xingxian turned on the lights and the air conditioner, and sat in the corner seat to wait quietly.

After a while, I heard footsteps and polite conversation outside the door.

More than a dozen people filed in.

The person in charge and technicians of the digital center generally wear less formal clothes than the senior executives, often wearing polo shirts and the like.

There are also some people in suits that I haven't seen before, which should be suppliers.Fu Xingxian has already read the email that was copied to him. Today's meeting is mainly for business negotiations with suppliers.

Fu Xingxian stood up and greeted the seniors, and was about to sit down when he suddenly saw another young man entering the meeting room, wearing a T-shirt, shorts, and sneakers with a completely different style of painting,

He froze in place.

The person in charge of digitization turned around and waved: "Wen Jing, sit next to me."

"Oh, yes, Uncle Zhang." Wen Jing trotted over with his laptop in his arms, and smiled shyly at the supplier opposite.

The person in charge of the supplier was shaken by his fair face: "This..."

"Let me introduce, this is Wen Jing, an information security expert we hired, and he will be in charge of our technical solution review..."

A technician at the supplier was suddenly excited: "Ah, this year's P5CTF champion! I know I know haha, young and promising!"

The meeting room is very large, and there are many adults between the two teenagers.Wen Jing's eyes passed through the gap between people, and met Fu Xingxian, smiling with the corners of his eyes up.

After more than an hour of the whole meeting, there was an intermission. Fu Xingxian walked out of the door of the conference room and turned to the tea room on the 12th floor.

Wen Jing also followed in, and rushed towards him with all his teeth and claws.

"Surprises are not surprises! Surprises are not surprises!"

Fu Xingxian caught him sullenly, and caught a glimpse of a black shadow flickering on the frosted glass door next to him out of the corner of his eye.

He quickly pushed the person away.

Tap, tap, tap tap, there was a programmer with a shiny forehead in the tea room, stepping on flip-flops, turning in with a large tea mug to fetch water, glanced at them, and was stunned.

"you……"

Wen Jing hehe: "Our two classmates!"

"Damn it! The outstanding classmates are not ordinary, I admire them." The programmer greeted Fu Xingxian casually, and left.

It seems to fit into the environment quite well.

Wen Jing probed out and took a look. Many people were coming and going, and some were chatting in the smoking area next to it.

He sighed faintly: "There are so many people."

Fu Xingxian: "You have nothing to tell me?"

Wen Jing put on a small face: "Brother, I'm so tired these days, and I have to read the SOW work instructions, do technical reviews, and code reviews... You see, I have dark circles under my eyes."

There is indeed a light shadow under the beautiful eyes.

Fu Xingxian stretched out his hand and touched it lightly: "When will you finish your work? Have a good rest, you have to go to school next week."

Wen Jing: "It's just these two days, I can have a good sleep after I'm done with work."

As he spoke, he yawned and rested his head on Fu Xingxian's shoulder.

Fu Xingxian patted his head: "When did you accept the job?"

Wen Jing: "It's too early, before the game in City B."

Fu Xing paused for a moment: "I just said why my dad agreed that I would not go to work and go to do your homework for you. It turned out that it was to catch you to go to work."

Wen Jing: "Huh? Uncle knows that you do my homework?"

Fu Xingxian: "How much salary does he give you?"

Wen Jing: "I didn't mention it."

"He squeezed your labor?" Fu Xingxian's face darkened, "Isn't bullying me enough?"

"Hahahaha!" Wen Jing grabbed his arm and laughed so hard that he was about to lean back, "Don't say that! Didn't I think that your family was too kind to me before and that I owed too much and couldn't afford it? Can you help me? Very happy."

Wen Jing moved closer to his ear and lowered his voice: "Furthermore, Fuxing has not established an information security system, and it is easy to leak commercial secrets. I am helping to protect your future country!"

Fu Xingxian: "So you're still...a general?"

Wen Jing: "Yes, His Royal Highness. Hahahaha!"

……

The company seems to be too big, and the two people are in the same building all day without meeting each other.

Fu Xingxian pursed his lips: "Have you been doing well in the group these days?"

The author has something to say:

Boss, please bring me two catties of lemons.