Chapter 15 See you tomorrow, Mr. Chen

Of course, she couldn't say that renewing the license was too troublesome. She thought for two seconds and gave a barely reasonable reason.

"A 40-minute commute is not that long in the port area. Taking the subway to and from get off work every day is a rare time for me to relax."

It's rare to relax.

Chen Jingyuan savored these four words and raised the corner of his lips slightly.

"You signed a contract of employment, not a contract of sale. You don't have to be on high alert in front of me all the time."

He paused for a moment, and in the alternation of light and shadow, he cast his gloomy eyes on the girl's upright side posture, and said lightly: "I don't eat people."

The man's low voice rolled over Liang Weining's heart, triggering an instinctive physiological reaction.

Throat tightness.

I couldn't help but hold my breath.

This old problem is really difficult to overcome.

Liang Weining calmed down and said slowly, "Mr. Chen is gentle and elegant in dealing with people. It's a breeze to get along with him. It's my own problem. It's my personality. I'm sorry."

She blamed herself for the so-called "feeling like facing a formidable enemy".

Not only that, words of praise and compliments for a member of the opposite sex can be readily come up at any time.

She told him that she was able to say this without changing her expression because it was her personality.

Chen Jingyuan didn't want to embarrass the girl who was new to the workplace, so he slowly closed his eyes and said indifferently, "Next time you talk to me, turn your face away."

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Liang Weining was stunned and turned his head away.

The man has closed his eyes and looks bored.

What did you just say?

Like a spring breeze.

Sure enough, telling jokes comes at a price.

Liang Weining lowered his head gloomily.

"When is the interview scheduled?"

A man's low voice sounded beside me.

When talking about work, Liang Weining dare not be vague.

Having learned a lesson from her failure, she politely turned away and looked at the man and said, "Temporarily set it for the morning of the second day after we return from Lianwu Island."

Chen Jingyuan didn't open his eyes, and said calmly: "What do you think of this time?"

If it was just an ordinary financial interview, it would be perfect.

At least, at the moment, the entire China Hong Kong Group has countless eyes watching from behind, and they all think that this is the fact.

But Liang Weining knew that Chen Jingyuan had his own considerations.

Without saying much, she just said evasively: "After the high-level meeting tomorrow morning, I will communicate with the TV station to decide whether to change the interview date."

She didn't explain why she had to wait until the high-level meeting was over.

The car drove into Tsing Yi and stopped at the same old location. The driver parked the car smoothly on the roadside according to the same location as last time.

Before getting off the car, seeing that the man had nothing else to say, Liang Weining nodded and said goodbye, "See you tomorrow, Mr. Chen."

The soft voice prompted Chen Jingyuan to slowly open his eyes.

All that was left for him was the girl's back as she pushed the door open.

The night was dark, and through the dark glass window, Chen Jingyuan's gaze stayed on it quietly for a moment before slowly retracting.

The driver tilted his head and asked, "Sir, are you staying at the hotel tonight, or going back to Pokfulam?"

Today is Tuesday, and as usual, Mr. Chen has a random check on the young master's schoolwork.

Chen Jingyuan raised his wrist to check the time. It was already half past nine in the evening.

"Go back to Pokfulam and call the housekeeper to tell Josie to go to bed early."

The driver responded: “Yes.”

A black business car was hidden at the end of the street.

In the alley, Liang Weining turned on the flashlight on her cell phone and walked towards the rental house while sending a voice message to her best friend.

"Zhenzhen, I forgot to bring my keys."

I pray secretly that the beautiful lady will come home early tonight.

After a few seconds, the other side responded with an emoticon of banging one's head against a wall.

It’s over.

"About what time can you be back?"

On the other end, Gu Yunzhen sighed and told her the cruel truth, "We have a big client, and at this rate, it won't be over until the early morning."

After listening to it, Liang Weining felt mixed emotions.

The good news is that big clients give her a lot of commissions, and my bestie is one step closer to her five-year savings plan.

What worries me is that I might end up on the streets tonight.

Taking advantage of the twilight, Liang Weining found a step to sit down and posted a status on his phone. Picture: A pitch-dark residential building.

Copywriting: Ningning is not sleeping tonight. What is she doing? Counting.

The painting style is quite weird.

At first it was just out of boredom and a playful mood.

Unexpectedly, the comments below formed an assembly line.

I only added friends in Hong Kong on Whatsapp. Apart from my university classmates, the rest are colleagues with whom I have work interactions on a daily basis.

They convey a common message: today is Ghost Festival in the West.

Liang Weining's hair stood on end instantly.

How about such a coincidence.

Scrolling down, someone finally said something normal.

Vivi asked: [You didn’t bring your key? Do you want to sleep at my house? ]

Soon, the other party sent the address in a private message.

Liang Weining half-jokingly said: [My wattage is too high, I’m afraid I’ll burn you.]

'You guys' refers to Vivi and her new boyfriend.

The other party didn't care: [It doesn't matter, kick him to sleep on the sofa in the living room, his bones are so soft anyway. ]

Liang Weining:
Is this something she can hear.

In the dead of night, there are groups of tigers and wolves.

Exit the chat interface, return to the dynamic page, and reply in the comment section.

[I have entered the door, please do not hang up. 】

Turn off your phone and look up at the stars.

There is a pier nearby, and because it is by the sea, the night breeze is occasionally damp.

This kind of humidity is different from the return of the south wind in Guangdong and Guangxi.

It is gentle and mysterious, like a never-ending golden song of the era, just like the live version of "Stealing Hearts" sung by the king of pop in the residential building behind. The single resident in his early thirties has played it on repeat countless times tonight.

Liang Weining wrapped his coat tightly around himself. It was the first time he listened to songs and counted the seconds. He didn't even feel the night was very long.

I am thinking about Ning Xiaoguai.

Almost as soon as Gu Yunzhen finished work, he took a taxi across the Hong Kong-Zhuhai-Macao Bridge.

I arrived home at exactly two in the morning.

Seeing the dark mass on the steps, Gu Yunzhen picked her up uncomfortably, "Are you stupid? Why don't you stay in a hotel? Why don't you go find a locksmith?"

"It's not cold, I'm wearing warm clothes today."

Liang Weining took her hand out of her pocket and placed it on her bestie's smooth cheek, "Is it warm?"

"Don't try that. You can't do it."

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Lead her upstairs, open the door, and let her go in first.

"Why are you going?"

Gu Yunzhen didn't even turn around and said, "Buy cold medicine."

Liang Weining knew he was in the wrong and didn't dare to say much.

I sat on the sofa for a while, took my pajamas and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

It was already three o'clock in the morning when we finished packing everything.

I drank the steaming hot powder before going to bed, and when I passed by the bedroom opposite, I couldn't help but secretly glance inside, and my eyes collided directly with my best friend's.

Liang Weining shuddered and quickly moved away.

Seeing her cowardly look, Gu Yunzhen said coldly: "If I don't come back tonight, you will have to sit outside all night."

Use affirmative sentences.

Liang Weining lost all his momentum and lowered his head, "I was wrong."

"I don't want to listen, go to bed."

The bedroom door was ruthlessly closed.

After staring for a while, she sighed and turned back to her room.

Lying in bed, reflecting.

Why don't you stay in a hotel or hire a locksmith?

Simply because she didn't want to move.

Don’t make Zhenzhen angry again next time, never.

All right.

Go to sleep.

(End of this chapter)