Gu Pan Sheng Zi

Chapter 10N.12
The road was slippery in rainy days, so I drove carefully, which was quite time-consuming.When we got to the office, the manager was already waiting there impatiently, pointing to the wall clock on the wall, "Look at the watch, what time is it?"

"Boss Ye has some questions about the details of the contract. Secretary Rong asked me to go there early in the morning to explain in person."

The manager's attitude softened a little, and he thought for a while and asked, "Have you read the contract? Is it useful to ask you to explain it?"

It's only a day since Ye Murong turned me into a sausage mouth, so I don't have a chance to read the contract.At that time, we were tearing at each other like two trapped beasts, and I never thought that this contract could be signed.I don't know which tendon he made a mistake, and the kindness of repaying grievances with kindness will never grow up on Ye Murong in eight lifetimes. I guess this grandson wants to torture me by giving orders, and he may tell me how to slander me in the future.

After thinking about it, I said sincerely, "I haven't read it, so I can't explain the question Mr. Ye asked."

The manager's face darkened, and I immediately said: "But I made it up, Mr. Ye's plane at [-]:[-] p.m., let me show him the contract at the airport."

The manager pointed to the folder on my desk, "The contract is here, take a good look."

"I'm afraid of traffic jams, so I want to go to the airport now and watch it on the way."

"Go ahead, I'll give you full attendance."

"Then...the gas fee?"

The manager had an expression of hating iron but not steel, "I'll report it to you!"

So I hummed a little tune and drove to the pastry shop in the city center to buy Guan Guan's favorite cheesecake and Qiao Ke's favorite chive baguette.Then I went to wash the car and filled up the oil, and drove to the kindergarten to give the cake to Guan Guan. The little guy was playing vigorously with the children, his hat was tilted, his face was red, he waved happily at me, and then ran away to continue playing.

The drive to the airport was smooth and I arrived just after noon.

I simply looked at the contract in the car, and it really looked like a big company, and the standard of accommodation and catering was a notch higher than that of ordinary meetings.As for Ye Murong's itinerary, in just two days, it looked like the prime minister was going on a visit.Even the hotel toiletries are designated brands.

So when people have money, their problems will come out.

Just when I sneered at this kind of corrupt behavior, someone knocked on the glass of the car window. When I looked up, I saw Ye Murong's handsome face bathed in the warm autumn sun. Gold plated.I looked against the light, and even with resentment in my heart, I had to lament the bias of the Creator.

Seeing that I didn't respond, Ye Murong impatiently knocked on the glass again, I rolled down the car window, and he ordered with a cold face: "Open the door."

He sat in the co-pilot, bringing in a cool breeze.

The cold wind was blowing on my face, and I couldn't help shivering.

"Turn on the air conditioner."

So I turned on the air conditioner, and then silence spread, and no one spoke.Discussing polite words such as the weather is too false for us, so we simply omitted it.

The sky is gray and dark, with layers of dark clouds containing abundant rainfall, blocking the sun and rendering the whole world with ink colors.A ray of light flashed across the sky in the distance, cutting through the clouds like a sharp blade, and it was fleeting, followed by thunder and raindrops falling to the ground.

Ye Murong's body smelled of tobacco, as if he had just smoked, but the smell still lingered on his body.

I looked down and continued to read the contract, even though I had just finished reading it.But with a serious and responsible attitude towards work, I decided to watch it again.Ye Murong's eyes seemed to wander around in the car, and after a while he said muffledly, "I'm hungry."

I looked up at him suspiciously, and he yelled at me with a natural look, "I'm hungry!"

"Is Secretary Rong not here? Mr. Ye wants me to drive you to a restaurant for dinner?"

Ye Murong's already gloomy face darkened a bit, matching the sky outside the window.He pointed to the back seat of the car and said, "Gu Panzi, I'm hungry."

I looked in the direction I pointed, and there were two baguettes of Paris Baguette on the back seat.For Ye Murong, who has to specify handmade soaps made in France for shampoo and soap, I find it hard to accept that he suddenly has to eat baguettes worth more than ten dollars. "You...you...want to eat this bread?"

"kindness."

Looking at the meaning, I have to bring it to my mouth. To be honest, I have never found baguette delicious, it is dry and hard, and it is difficult to swallow.In other words, Qiao Ke likes to challenge the limits of human beings.

Before taking two bites, Ye Murong ordered again: "Water."

"No."

"Gu Panzi."

"You yell at me, I don't have any water either. Why don't you wait, I'll buy it."

Ye Murong glanced at me, picked up the mineral water in the holder next to the steering wheel and unscrewed it to drink.

"That... I drank it."

He wiped the water from the corner of his mouth, "So what's the matter? Could it be that we haven't kissed before?"

I ignored his words and handed him the contract, "Boss Ye, here is the itinerary and the contract, please read them over, and please feel free to ask me any questions."

Ye Murong took it, and looked at it seriously without making things difficult.At this moment, he, who was wearing a stiff black suit, was the young talent who called the wind and rain in the financial magazines, and he was the man who could make the shopping malls tremble with his own strength.It's just that this successful man with a handsome profile looked at the contract intently while nibbling on the long baguette, frowning from time to time and taking a sip of water.

I wondered if the manager would have believed me if I told the truth if he asked why there were grease and bread crumbs on the contract.

After a while, Ye Murong closed the contract and said, "There is nothing wrong with the contract itself, but I have an additional condition."

"Mr. Ye, please tell me."

"Come back to Tokyo with me for Christmas."

He said go back, not go, and it felt like we were only leaving Tokyo temporarily and were going back.Because there are so many memories there, the invincible youth, the glorious side of being young and arrogant.But it also has a dark side of dampness, misery, quarrel and suspicion.

"I'm sorry, this is not within the scope of my job duties. And please Mr. Ye forgive me for the inconvenience of being a single mother."

Ye Murong looked at me gravely, as if he was trying to compose a sentence in his mind, then he turned his head away, stared straight ahead, and the corners of his lips were cold and sharp, "I think, as a single mother, the financial pressure must be not small." He put The folder containing the contract was handed to me without looking at me, and the voice was the kind of firmness inherent in the negotiating table, without a trace of hesitation, "My conditions have been made clear, and whether we can cooperate with your company depends on whether Miss Gu Agreed, of course, the series of responsibilities caused are also with Miss Gu."

I clenched my fists, "Ye Murong, you are despicable."

The corners of his mouth curled up, and he smiled casually, "I never feel that I am aboveboard."

After all, he opened the car door and got out of the car, leaving me with a determined back.

My nails are clenched in the palm of my hand, but the pain keeps me awake.Otherwise, I would have torn up the contract and threw it in Ye Murong's face, looking for an opportunity to slap him again.By the way, I asked him to pay me the baguette at ten times the price.

But now, I opened the car door and called Ye Murong to stop, walked up to him, handed over the contract and the pen, and said calmly, "Mr. Ye, please sign."

There was also no smile in Ye Murong's eyes, he felt chills from the cold, he refused to accept the contract, and only said: "Go to the waiting hall to sign."

The light rain drifted obliquely in the cold wind, bringing a cold and damp breath close to the skin, and the cold wind passed by, so the coldness doubled.

Ye Murong walked in front, and I followed behind like a little bitch, holding a folder and hiding it in my clothes.Looking at his thin but tall and straight figure, I suddenly realized that Baiyun Canggou, as time went by, I could no longer walk side by side with him.

(End of this chapter)