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29.

My heart is a little messed up.

I am a fan of Xingxing, and to a large extent I like his obsession with eating.

As for Lin Tianang, I don't think he is a fan of Youxing like me.

An office building, looking for a star who is known as a big eater to be the image spokesperson, but he is still my only idol, I can't help but want to go with the little secretary.

Everyone knows that when I was trying to find a way to contact Youxing, he stepped in and signed the contract.

It's a blow to the head, but that's all.

The little secretary and I looked at each other for a minute without speaking, and the time flowed quietly in the air.

After a while, the little secretary broke the silence first.

"This matter can be big or small, if it's just a coincidence, Mr. Lin did it on purpose," she looked at my face, and then said, "It just destroys the bottom line of business, opens the valve of vicious competition, and seriously affects both of us. Trust between companies, you don't need..."

She didn't finish the last few words, but I understood what she meant.

I don't need to continue working with him.

I sighed: "You know I have a friend..."

The little secretary continued: "Looking at Youxing's meal cured depression."

"Yes," I said, "ask the cafeteria to prepare a plate of Kung Pao Chicken."

The little secretary said, "You also want to follow Youxing's example and do diet therapy?"

"Wrong," I shook my head, "fight poison with fire."

The little secretary's expression changed.

"President, will you be too extreme?"

I withdrew my gaze, closed my eyelids slightly, and lay on my back on the chair, as if I had exhausted all my strength in one sentence.

"The kindness to the enemy is the cruelty to oneself. Go ahead and ask the kitchen to replace the Watson in Kung Pao Chicken with melon seeds."

In times of crisis, let me be exposed to the light of the heroine's wisdom, and I hope she will not blame me in the future.

Me too, I have to.

Lin Tianang...Lin Tianang...you have to eat this gift of mine.

The words Lin Tianang sent to the little secretary were not fake, and soon there were headlines of all sizes on the news page.

"Surprise! Youxing, the big stomach king in the industry, became the first celebrity to endorse an office building!"

"Advocacy office building, is it a hype or a hype!"

"According to insiders, Youxing has a close relationship with Lin, the president of the office building..."

"..."

Seeing the third article, I was so angry that I almost dropped the newspaper.

"Obviously close, the person who has a close relationship is me."

The little secretary said: "President, you are not angry."

"Oh," I reorganized the language, "it's almost like my name can be next to Youxing."

The little secretary asked Yu Ziwei: "Are you all in the circle like this?"

Yu Ziwei's expression was confused: "What circle am I in?"

"Fan circle," the little secretary said naturally, "the rice circle for eating rice is also a circle."

Yu Ziwei asked sincerely: "Are all of you secretaries so good at far-fetched conclusions?"

The little secretary blushed, and said shyly, "Thank you, thank you."

Yu Ziwei: "..."

Having witnessed everything, I automatically moved Yu Ziwei's little profile picture down one space on the pyramid in my heart.

In my opinion, the food chain of this book is like this: Lin Tianran—little secretary—Yu Ziwei—me—Lin Tianang—author.

Among them, the growth of the little secretary is amazing.

As an existence to set off my greatness and brilliance, she relied on her own hard work and successfully blazed a trail amidst the sour smell of love and the smell of money.

I heard that the little secretary is learning muay thai from Lin Tianran recently, he is a formidable young man.

I hope that she will finish her studies as soon as possible, so that I can enjoy the services of two people for one salary, the secretary and the bodyguard, and the small abacus is crackling.

I asked Yu Ziwei: "Has there been any movement at Lin Tianran recently?"

Yu Ziwei held his chest with tears in his eyes: "Miss Lin, she..."

"She..." I opened my mouth.

Yu Ziwei: "She..."

The little secretary answered impatiently: "She is fat."

I:"……"

Yu Ziwei said sadly: "Whether fat or thin, Miss Lin is the best fighter in my heart, but I really don't want to see her distressed by her rounded face."

I subconsciously pinched my cheeks, soft and elastic to the touch.

It must be that the author himself has gotten fat from drinking milk tea every day, so it’s hard to see whether the people in the book are getting fat or not.

Heart is very bad.

I looked up and said, "The world needs us."

Yu Ziwei turned his head: "It's time for dinner, I'm going back to cook."

The little secretary turned around and said, "I'll go to the small shop to help the cashier brother keep the accounts." Then he planted a love line for himself without authorization.

I:"……"

What if none of my allies cooperate with my show?

Dispirited, I went to the dessert shop I frequented to heal myself. Relying on others is worse than relying on myself, teamwork is worse than being a lone hero, and then I was abused by a shameless couple.

What feeding each other, what cream deliberately sticking to the cheeks, what tasting the sweetness in each other's mouth...

Those who had a crush on me all went to stop me from chasing stars, why are you still so sweet and sweet.

I turned my head, and the eyes of the pastry chef collided with each other, and I saw the three words "burning burning" in each other's eyes.

The reason why I come to this store often is because through my strong fan network, I learned that Youxing often orders cakes from this store to share with everyone on the set.

I leaned over and asked, "Is there a big order today?"

The pastry chef proudly said: "One box of strawberry cake, three donuts, two pieces of cream cheese..."

I immediately asked for a copy of the same thing.

The pastry chef shrugged: "Sold out."

I pointed to his little white apron and asked, "Can't you do it?"

"I'm sorry," the pastry chef grinned, "I have dedicated all of today's share to the person I love."

I was wrong, he is not a friendly army at all, he is a member of those "dog abuse" associations.

"Don't be discouraged," said the pastry chef, "I still have a little leftovers, so I can make do with it."

I smiled on the skin: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The pastry chef said with a smile.

"It's like this," the chat ended, and I got to the point, "I want to order a big cake from you."

"Okay," the pastry chef took a note, "for what event?"

"It's nothing, just ordinary office building activities. As a member of the building, I have to contribute."

The pastry chef asked, "Any special requests?"

"It's nothing," I said, "that you use salt instead of sugar when you make this cake."

The pastry chef paused with his pen, raised his head, and looked at me seriously: "Killing is nothing but nodding your head. I think you are a regular customer who advised you. Put down the butcher knife and turn around."

"My friend, you don't know." I sniffed and turned my face away, "This guy keeps saying he likes me and has won my favor, but suddenly he acts like a stranger."

The pastry chef concluded: "Scumbag."

I said, "I just hope he gets a taste of my heart."

Moreover, the more ruthless ones are behind.

Specially made Kung Pao Chicken with Melon Seeds is the only copy in the whole book, all the seeds are peeled by hand, no one can be deceived.

"Sadomasochism, another sadomasochism." The pastry chef shook his head again and again, filled with emotion.

I think he's probably watching foam dramas when he's not making cakes.

The pastry chef's cake arrived just in time.

At the banquet celebrating the successful signing of the contract, a six-tiered cake was pushed in front of Lin Tianang in full view.

Lin Tianang, who didn't know the cruel future, showed an inherent commercial smile: "I don't know who sent the surprise, even if I don't like sweets, I have to try it."

It's okay, I said offstage, it's not sweet at all.

Sure enough, after taking the first bite, he frowned deeply, but he quickly covered up the strangeness, said a few routine words, put down the paper plate without any trace, and asked someone to drag the cake down.

The dinner was going on in an orderly manner, and Lin Tianang left the venue early on the grounds that he was not strong enough to drink, and the reason could not be any worse.

I know, he is looking for me.

I would not allow him to do so.

After sitting hard for 5 minutes, I got up and went to the office.

Make him against me, and I won't be on time.

When I entered the door, Lin Tianang was standing in front of the window, his angular face was immersed in the moonlight, reflecting the cool light, with one hand in his pocket and the other... holding a lollipop.

Although I agree with the author's idea of ​​opposing smoking, every time I encounter the setting of "lollipops when I am depressed", I am still very funny. No wonder readers often ask me if she was born in a preschool education.

Lin Tianang said hoarsely: "You sent the cake?"

I answered without hesitation: "Yes."

He licked his lips: "It's very salty, did you trick me on purpose?"

I snorted, expressing my disdain for answering such an obvious question.

Unexpectedly, Lin Tianang took the initiative to say: "When I signed with Youxing, I didn't know that you also valued him, I'm sorry."

He apologized so neatly that I was a little overwhelmed.

Lin Tianang glanced at me with complicated eyes.

"I recently made a very distressing discovery: As long as it is related to you, my decision-making will have no logic at all. I can only think of one answer after thinking about it."

My heart was suddenly flustered, I opened my mouth, but didn't make a sound, and the words "You know I'm the president of the cottage" rolled in my throat.

He said affectionately: "I like you."

I didn't speak, I was afraid that if I spoke, he wouldn't be able to pretend to be so aggressive.

We stared at each other silently for a moment, Lin Tianang looked away.

"I'll take you somewhere."

I smiled: "Don't you have a driver's license?"

Lin Tianang spread his hands: "I don't know if Mr. Cai would like to condescend to sit on my zebra."

"zebra?"

10 minute later.

The evening breeze was cool, and I stood in front of the garage door, and I felt that my heart was also cool, wow, wow, wow.

In front of me is an out-and-out black and white battery car, small and exquisite, I feel from the bottom of my heart that it cannot bear the weight of the two presidents.

"Where's your motorcycle?" I twitched the corners of my mouth.

"Motorcycles are too fast, and it is easy for men to get hotheaded, and the risk factor is high," Lin Tianang said. "I don't like the feeling of being out of control."

I said: "I also don't like to ride the battery car of the drunk driver."

He winked at me: "What I drank was actually grape juice and oolong tea."

I responded with a soulless "Oh", not interested in such business secrets.

I went around and patted the back seat of his battery car: "But the battery car doesn't seem to be able to carry people."

"That's right," Lin Tianang praised, "I'm going to treat Mr. Cai with admiration. He actually has common sense and discipline."

That "actually" is superfluous, I didn't feel his praise at all.

"So..." Lin Tianang put the key into my hand, "I will leave the 'Zebra' to you. I will ride the 'Dalmatian' to open the way. You have to follow closely."

I:"……"

Other CEOs are all [-] supercars, but here we are [-] battery cars. Listening to the name, Lin Tianang might want to open a zoo.

Having said that, it is indeed a pleasant thing to walk along the river road at a leisurely pace, sweeping away the dullness brought about by the dinner party.

In fact, I knew the destination halfway through the practice. I took the little secretary and Yu Ziwei there - a place where we can enjoy the panoramic view of our office building.

Lin Tianang got off the car, stood under the street lamp, and raised his head slightly.

"See those lit windows, they are all stars on the ground, behind every light..."

I took his words: "There is a group of people who are struggling."

"Yeah," Lin Tianang looked at me, his eyes sparkling, "I have hundreds of such employees under my command. You and I are very lucky not to have to work so hard, but they do."

I quietly listened to his next words.

"So I hesitated again and again, and I still didn't terminate the contract with Youxing, even if it would make you angry."

I look at those light sources, those stars that adorn the world.

"The night view of the city is beautiful." I said.

Lin Tianang responded in a low voice.

"We all live in this city and in office buildings. Our city and our office buildings are not beautiful because of any one of us."

Because of our story, this book is read by people and becomes beautiful.

I lifted my foot and kicked hard on his big buttock.

"Stop being self-righteous, do you think you are the only president in the building!"

The author has something to say:

Kekeke Xiaoyan threw a landmine

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