On how to become the school flower's favorite

When Meng Xingchen arrived at the restaurant for lunch, he immediately attracted the attention of countless people.

The "kicked" small employee turned into the president's secretary in one step. This kind of great change is particularly eye-catching for anyone.

Meng Xingchen felt a lot of pressure, so he went in to find the IT nerds, but after looking around, he found that none of them came today.

These nerds must have made an appointment to eat ramen together again.

I always say that I am a teammate, but when it comes to critical moments, I can't find anyone.

Meng Xingchen's teeth itch with hatred.

Fortunately, Xi Jialiang is here.

She lowered her head and trot all the way to sit down in front of Xi Jialiang.

Xi Jialiang was amused by her appearance of a mouse crossing the street: "Hey, hold your chest up and be generous. You are the face of the company."

Meng Xingchen smiled bitterly: "Don't dare to act, dare not act."

Xi Jialiang suppressed a smile: "Why didn't Mr. Xue come down to eat?"

"She said she wanted to read the materials at noon, and asked me to bring them up for her."

"Alas... she is too hardworking."

Meng Xingchen remembered what Chen Gang said, and asked in a low voice, "Senior Xi, do you know about Mr. Xue's parents?"

Xi Jialiang glanced at her: "Why do you suddenly think of asking this?"

"Just... curious."

"Xue Lingran's mother is Han Jiangran, a cellist. Xue Lingran's father is Xue Qingzhou, an architect and an alumnus of ours. He designed this building."

Meng Xingchen nodded lightly: That's it. No wonder Xue Lingran applied for the architecture major of their school, and she is so good at playing the cello.

"Ms. Han has no intention of getting involved in the family business. She only liked the cello since she was a child. But in order to make Mr. Han happy, she went back to Chuangrong to work for a while, and then met Senior Xue, and fell in love with him. Mr. Han felt that Mr. Xue's background was suitable for him. Not going to Ms. Han, I fired Senior Xue. Ms. Han insisted on leaving Senior Xue, even if Mr. Han wants to sever the relationship between father and daughter, he can't change his mind."

"Now, where are Ms. Han and Senior Xue?"

"When Xue Lingran was 15 years old, they died in a car accident. Mr. Han took Xue Lingran back."

Meng Xingchen suddenly understood what Xue Lingran meant when she said that her family did not agree with her studying architecture. It turned out that it was Mr. Han.

She suddenly felt sorry for Xue Lingran: both of her parents died at the age of 15, and she was sent to live with others.There is also such a disgusting cousin.

Seeing that her eyes were red, Xi Jialiang didn't continue talking.

Even though he has known about this for so long, every time he thinks about it, he feels bad for Xue Lingran, let alone Meng Xingchen who suddenly found out about the situation.

"Then she has to rely entirely on herself for college tuition and so on?" Meng Xingchen asked.

"Yes. When she was a freshman, she went to the pedestrian street with a drawing board on her back during the day, and drew portraits in places like scenic spots. At night, she went to a western restaurant to play the cello to make money. She was far away from us boys who were supported by the family, so I was so I admire her. I think there is nothing that a person with her will and ability can't do well."

"Yes." Meng Xingchen smiled sweetly with tears in his eyes, and nodded vigorously.

Xi Jialiang couldn't laugh or cry: "It's not a compliment, why are you so happy?"

"I'm just happy. I'm super happy because my best friend thinks the same way I do."

Xi Jialiang was silent: Best friend...

"Did you know that senior sister Cen is here?" Meng Xingchen suddenly remembered this and asked Xi Jialiang excitedly.

Xi Jialiang nodded: "She came to say hello to me this morning."

"Senior, why didn't you and Senior Sister Cen see each other?" Meng Xingchen winked.

"Ah hey, don't mess with the mandarin ducks. She and I want to see each other, so it's fine if we don't quarrel." Xi Jialiang frowned as if swallowing a fly.

While speaking, Qin Minjia walked into the restaurant with his head held high.

She cast a contemptuous glance at Meng Xingchen, then went straight to the small room.

Now she claims to be Han Tianhao's real girlfriend. Anyway, there are actually no one sitting in those small private rooms, so other people don't bother to talk about her, and turn a blind eye to pretend they didn't see it.

After Qin Minjia sat down, she beckoned to the person from the Ministry of Manpower nearest to her to pick up her lunch.

This request is indeed a bit excessive.

She didn't dare to be so arrogant before.

But no one in the Ministry of Human Resources dared to offend her, so they could only stare at Li Qin, who had the lowest qualifications.

Li Qin was so angry that her eyes were red, she hesitated for a while, and then reluctantly stood up.

Qin Minjia asked her to get this one, and then asked her to get that one.

Li Qin ran a few times with her head down, finally couldn't take it anymore, poured out half of the food she had eaten, and left.

Meng Xingchen suddenly felt a little sympathetic to Li Qin, stuck out his tongue at Xi Jialiang, and said in a low voice, "A fox pretends to be a tiger."

Xi Jialiang couldn't help laughing again: "It's not like this usually, it seems that someone made her angry."

Meng Xingchen got on the elevator with the meal he had made for Xue Lingran, when his cell phone rang suddenly.

She looked down, and it turned out to be Meng Weining who hadn't contacted her for three years.

She was afraid that Xue Lingran would not find her, so she never changed her number.

Meng Weining turned a blind eye to her at the charity banquet that day, and it happened that she was not in the mood to pay attention to him, so the two brothers and sisters didn't even say a word.

Although Meng Weining did that before, Meng Xingchen's heart was still a little excited, after all, he was his own brother.

"Hello." She answered the phone with a trembling voice.

"I heard that you are Xue Lingran's senior secretary now?" It's been a long time since Meng Weining hadn't seen him, but Meng Weining didn't even say a polite greeting, not even a title, only a question from Ju Gaoling.

"Yeah." Meng Xingchen felt a little uncomfortable.

"It's time for you to repay the Meng family. Find a way to give me all the procurement contracts of Chuangrong."

"Impossible. I don't have that ability."

"Being coquettish on the bed, blowing on the pillow. Xue Lingran likes you so much, she will definitely agree."

"Can't do it!"

Everyone in the elevator looked at her.

Meng Xingchen was so angry that his forehead twitched and he hung up the phone.

Meng Weining originally called for this.Not only did she not restrain herself, she even intensified her efforts, shameless.

Meng Xingchen was extremely sad and disappointed.

Just got out of the elevator.

Meng Weining's call came again.

Meng Xingchen suppressed his anger and walked to the small outdoor garden on the top floor where no one was there.Usually no one comes here.

"Hi." She answered the phone.

Meng Weining was furious on the phone: "How dare you hang up on your brother's phone. It's too rude."

"I can't do what you want me to do, so I don't want to waste each other's time."

"You can't do such a small thing. What's the use of being a secretary, you only serve her in bed?"

"Please be respectful, what do you think of me? If you can't speak well, don't call again."

Meng Xingchen blushed and hung up the phone with tears rolling in his eyes.

When Meng Weining called again, she immediately cut off the phone.

Meng Weining sent another text message: "If you refuse to do this for me, I will tell my parents about the disgusting relationship between you."

Is he so shameless now?

Meng Xingchen laughed angrily, and replied, "You are welcome to listen to it", and blocked Meng Weining.

She took a deep breath, raised her head and closed her eyes.

The wind swept over his face with the heat of early summer, which was a bit scorching, and dried the moisture in the corners of his eyes.

Meng Xingchen finally calmed down and was about to turn around and go down.

The phone rang again.

This time, it was my father calling.