He's stalking and begging for reconciliation

Speaking of which, the recent boss is really not quite right, and the whole person reveals a terrifying aura that is inaccessible to strangers.

Su Qi walked out of the president's office, patted his chest, and saw a small employee hand-picked by Mr. Zheng about to go in to "face the saint".

She had a calm expression and didn't feel the danger approaching at all. Su Qi silently lit a candle for her in her heart.

He eavesdropped on the commotion in the office not far away, silently counting to 321, and as expected, there was a noise of falling things in the office, accompanied by Mr. What kind of bullshit? If you can’t fix something that satisfies me before get off work, pack up and get out!”

A burst of crying "I'm sorry" reached Su Qi's ears, and he couldn't bear to turn his head away. Zheng Qian didn't have the slightest intention of pity, and pointed to the door simply and clearly: "Get out!"

The little girl who was calm just now ran out crying holding the folder.

Hey, Su Qi is also a little scared. Recently, the boss seems to have eaten dynamite. A little bit of trivial matter can make him fly into a rage instantly. For a while, everyone in the company is in danger.

At this moment, several little girls who had a good relationship on weekdays approached Su Qi with pleading faces: "Su Tezhu, please help us send these documents to Mr. Zheng for signature? We are really afraid , now only you can get close to Mr. Zheng."

Su Qi's heart is filled with ten thousand muddy horses, can he refuse?

In the end, he still failed to withstand the siege of a group of people. He was prepared to be scolded, and then the appointed man stepped into the door of the president's office holding a pile of documents.

Zheng Qian knew it was him from the sound of footsteps. He didn't look up, but lay on the desk blankly, with documents scattered all over the floor.

Su Qi carefully pushed the folder in front of him, and then carefully chose the words: "Boss, these documents need your signature, do you want to take a look?"

Zheng Qian raised his body listlessly, picked up the signature pen on the table, and signed his name without even looking at it.

Su Qi saw that his mental state was not right, and was considering whether to persuade him. In fact, he probably knew what was the reason, and it was nothing more than the president's family affairs.

"Zheng, Mr. Zheng..." It's over, it's stuck, Su Qi's face is flushed, and he doesn't know how to continue.

Fortunately, Zheng Qian was able to restrain his temper to this assistant who had been with him for many years. He leaned back on the chair with no strength, and pressed his temple with one hand: "Needless to say, I know what you mean."

Su Qi breathed a sigh of relief, and he still cared for the boss symbolically: "Mr. Zheng, take care of your health."

Then, as if fleeing for his life, he walked out with the documents in his arms, wishing he could run immediately, the atmosphere in the office was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

Seeing that there was no one around at the moment, Zheng Qian slowly raised his hand to cover his eyes, a line of clear tears slowly fell down the corner of his eyes, flowed into his temples, and finally disappeared.

He missed Lu Xingzhou very much, wanted to miss him very much, but after experiencing countless rejections from Lu Xingzhou, he even began to be afraid, afraid that Lu Xingzhou would say more ugly, colder words that would even make him collapse.

He was very annoyed, and his mind was not on work at all. Zheng Qian stayed in the office for a while, but finally he couldn't hold back the emptiness in his heart. He picked up the car keys on the table and walked to the elevator outside.

Yes, he's going to start skipping work again.

Zheng Qian drove to Lu Xingzhou's house, and when he got downstairs, he looked at the small window on the top of the building, his eyes full of nostalgia.

After Lu Xingzhou's repeated refusals, Zheng Qian no longer dared to go to Lu Xingzhou easily. How many times, he thought about Lu Xingzhou at night and couldn't sleep all night, but he only dared to look at Lu Xingzhou's window downstairs, so he could barely stay in the car. get some sleep.

It seemed that this was the only way to convince himself that Lu Xingzhou was still not far from him, so that he could feel at ease.

Zheng Qian stayed downstairs for a long time, until eight o'clock in the evening, Zheng Qian still didn't see Lu Xingzhou coming home, and a little weirdness surged in his heart.

Because of the long-term stay, he had already figured out the regularity of Lu Xingzhou's return home. Lu Xingzhou almost never returned home after eight o'clock. Zheng Qian was a little flustered. Could it be that something happened to him?

Suddenly, he thought of Ye Jia, yes, Lu Xingzhou must still be working in Ye Jia's shop, maybe he hasn't got off work yet?

Zheng Qian, who wanted to ask for a certificate, hurriedly started the car and went to Ye Jia's dessert shop instead.

From a distance, Zheng Qian saw that Ye Jia's shop had not closed yet, he was slightly relieved, it seemed that his previous guess was right, he really wanted to drive the car closer so that he could have a look at his daily thoughts. The person who thinks at night.

But rationality finally restrained emotion, Zheng Qian still held back.

Now, Du Yunfan would always come to Ye Jia's shop to pick him up from get off work, so fortunately he was busy a little later, and he would go home with Du Yunfan when Ye Jia closed the door.

Today, Du Yunfan came to the shop ahead of time, saying that he wanted to eat a cake, so Lu Xingzhou picked up a cake left in the shop and put it on the table.

After motioning him to have a taste, Du Yunfan became upset, feeling that he was not valued, he curled his lips: "Why do you give me the leftovers?"

After hearing this, Lu Xingzhou took the cake and threw it into the trash can as soon as he took it.

"Forget it, don't eat it, I wanted you to try my handicraft."

After hearing this, Du Yunfan stopped him: "What? You made this?" He quickly rescued the cake: "I'll eat it, I'll eat it, don't throw it away."

Lu Xingzhou smiled. He put the cake on the table again, and said, "Don't worry, I'll get you a knife and fork."

Taking advantage of Lu Xingzhou's time in the back kitchen, Ye Jia sneaked closer to Du Yunfan: "How is it? Have you taken it?"

As soon as this was mentioned, Du Yunfan's face drooped instantly, and he said dejectedly: "No."

Ye Jia patted him on the shoulder, gave him an encouraging look and said, "The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard!"

Du Yunfan pulled himself together and smiled wryly: "I hope it will succeed."

At this moment, Lu Xingzhou came back with a knife and fork. He saw the two people hooked up and whispered, and joked, "What are you two arguing about? If you are so careful, are you discussing how to sell me?" right?"

Ye Jia actually felt a little guilty, he quickly let go of Du Yunfan, and Lu Xingzhou's expression was also a little strange.

In fact, he could probably guess what Ye Jia and Du Yunfan discussed. It was nothing more than some "gossip" about himself.

He shook his head helplessly and began to divide the cake.

Du Yunfan watched as Lu Xingzhou lowered his head and cut the cake seriously. Because he bent over, his collar slid down, his collarbone was exposed to the air, and his fair skin looked very attractive under the light. In such a short distance, Du Yunfan seemed to be able to smell the familiar scent of shower gel he had used, but Lu Xingzhou was unaware of all this.

Du Yunfan was dumbfounded, he stared blankly at Lu Xingzhou and swallowed, Lu Xingzhou reached out to hand the cake in front of him, but he didn't respond at all.

It wasn't until Ye Jia called him three times that he realized it belatedly.

Du Yunfan was afraid that his little thoughts would be seen through by the other party, so he quickly reached out to take the cake, trying to cover up his previous erroneousness.

But because he was too nervous, when he stretched out his hand, he touched Lu Xingzhou's hand.

Du Yunfan felt guilty, and even knocked over the cake with a shudder.

The cake brushed against Lu Xingzhou's cuff and fell off, just on Du Yunfan's pants. He took out a few pieces of paper, wrapped the cake and threw it into the trash can.

Ye Jia saw all the changes in his eyes, and he frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you? Is there something uncomfortable?"

Du Yunfan couldn't tell, he couldn't say that he was infatuated by Lu Xingzhou for a while, could he?Wouldn't that really be considered a hooligan?

"No...it's nothing, just thought of something, just in a daze."

Ye Jia took out a few more pieces of paper and handed them to Lu Xingzhou: "Wipe it."

Du Yunfan looked at it and suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry..."

"What's the matter, if the cake falls off, cut another piece. Is there still a shortage of cake here?" Lu Xingzhou smoothed things over without hesitation.

This time, Du Yunfan cut a piece for himself. He picked up a spoon and tasted it, and said pleasantly, "It's so delicious, did you really make it yourself, Brother Lu?"

Ye Jia was not convinced: "What? Are you questioning Lu Xingzhou's skills or my teaching ability?"

Du Yunfan stuck out his tongue: "I'm praising you both at the same time!"

"Grumpy."

Zheng Qian was sitting in the car, listening to the bursts of laughter from the cake shop not far away, and thinking of his own dark windows, he felt extremely sad.

How much he wanted to go in, how he wished that the laughter and laughter inside could have his share.

But he knew very well that if he broke in, the cheerful atmosphere would disappear without a trace because of him.

Zheng Qian smiled wryly and leaned against the car window, he was almost out of breath because of the discomfort and depression in his heart.

Recently, the pain in my heart has become more and more frequent...

It was really unbearable to bear such an atmosphere, Zheng Qian endured the uncomfortable strength, and drove away in the car.

Along the way, he couldn't concentrate, ran through red lights several times in a row, and almost rear-ended him.

After finally arriving at the other courtyard in the south of the city, Zheng Qian regained some energy like a bereaved dog who found a home, but when he opened the door, he fell into a deeper depression looking at the dark home.

Zheng Qian went back to the bedroom and threw himself onto the bed. He smelled the smell of the bed and imagined that Lu Xingzhou was still lying beside him as before, but he failed because he didn't feel any breath of Lu Xingzhou.

He looked at the pitch-black roof, and finally couldn't control the emotions he had suppressed for a day. Two lines of tears flowed down the corners of his eyes and into his hair, and finally disappeared.

After the tears dried up, all traces of crying disappeared, and Zheng Qian's expression returned to his usual indifference. No one could see that this was the person who was lying on the bed crying a few minutes ago.