Lu Yunzheng really thought that Wen Qiao was asking him to change his shoes, and then the two of them had a meal peacefully. He leaned over the wall, hunched over his shoes, and smiled at the corners of his mouth.

Wen Qiao didn't have much strength, but it was enough to kick him around, his foot slammed on the door frame, his tall body fell out of the door, he reached out and grabbed nothing, and sat on the ground.

He raised his eyes to look at Wen Qiao in embarrassment, Wen Qiao held on to the door, smiled, hurry up, get out.

After speaking, he slapped the door hard.

She was afraid that Lu Yunzheng would suddenly go crazy and not close the door enough. locked the door, dragged a chair against the door, and leaned it against the door.

Only then did I have time to look out of the cat's eye.

Lu Yunzheng's legs were open, his hands were on his knees, and he stared at the door quietly, as if he had not yet recovered his senses.

Wincho made sure he didn't make any other moves, and then walked back to the living room.

picked up the vegetables that Lu Yunzheng bought, sent them to the microwave oven to heat them, and sat down on the dining table to pick up the rice.

His order is good, it is the craftsmanship of Jiangcheng's chef, spicy and peppery, even a plate of green vegetables is put in the wild pepper, the spicy taste blooms on the tip of the tongue, and becomes fine beads of sweat from the skin.

The boiled fish was tender and tender, with a layer of peppercorns floating on the top, Wen Qiao picked up a slice and stuffed it into his mouth, squinted his eyes, and sighed with satisfaction.

Just this mouthful of boiled fish hooked her mind back to Jiang Cheng, and suddenly she wanted to ass, so she leaned on the table. Open the album and flip through the photos of your butt.

She doesn't have many photos on her phone, almost divided into three categories, butt and screenshots, and she can barely find a selfie, she slides around and suddenly stops at a photo.

In the photo, Wincho is wearing a birthday crown, his hands clenched into fists against his chin, and he closes his eyes and makes a wish on the birthday candle.

The orange firelight was imprinted on her face, warm, the corners of her mouth were curled, and the side of her face was softly hooked.

This photo was taken for her twenty-fourth birthday, and Professor Shi helped her take it.

At that time, she was only concerned about making a wish, making a wish that could be fulfilled quickly, and she didn't notice that Professor Shi was filming her.

Afterward. She still accidentally found this photo on his phone, and begged for a long time to get it back.

Wen Qiao looked at it for a while, turned off his phone, and after cleaning up the food on the table, fatigue swept over.

The phone dinged.

Lu: Good night.

Lu: When will I be removed from the blacklist?

When Wincho pulled the curtains, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the body hidden in the darkness downstairs, the tall figure leaning against the body, the scarlet of his fingertips flashing back and forth.

Wen Qiao didn't reply to the message, and slept wrapped in the quilt.

Early the next morning, before Wen Qiao went downstairs, he received a call from Assistant Li.

Secretary Wen, are you downstairs? Assistant Li asked.

？

Assistant Li said: I'll wait for you downstairs at your house.

...... Assistant Li, don't you go to work? You don't have to think about it to know that Assistant Li must have been entrusted by someone.

Assistant Li was also very distressed, he was obviously Mr. Lu's super special assistant, but now he was actually sent by him to send flowers to Wen Qiao to help the boss make women.

The point is, Secretary Wen doesn't seem to be very happy.

What a damn boss has done?

Wen Qiao changed her clothes, opened the door and came out, a half-grown child suddenly rushed to her, half blocked by the door, and poked out her round little head to look at Wen Qiao.

Watermelon head, dark eyes rolled, and suddenly shouted with a sweet smile: Sister.

Call Auntie. The slender and white hand that had been pressing on the top of the child's head, rubbing it, looked at Wen Qiao and smiled, is it new?

Children are not sensible. Don't mind.

Wen Qiao also smiled, she still likes children. Especially the little man, cute and well-behaved.

Sister. The repetition of the child's dissatisfaction: It's the older sister.

The child's mother smiled and said, "Okay, sister." Then you say goodbye to your sister.

The child waved his hand and said goodbye to his sister, Wen Qiao locked the door and went to the front of the elevator with them.

Wencho asks: How old are you, and what grade are you?

The child twisted and said, "I'm 7 years old, first grade."

The woman has a kind face and is very patient with children, and when the elevator went down, the woman suddenly asked Wen Qiao: Do you drive yourself or go to the subway station?

Wencho said: Go to the subway station.

Yunge Community is two subway stations away from Shanyue Group, but there is still some distance to the subway station out of the community, about ten minutes walk.

The woman rubbed the child's head, then I'll give you a while, we just happened to pass the subway station.

Wen Qiao originally refused, but when he thought that Assistant Li was still downstairs, he smiled and agreed.

As soon as the elevator opened, Assistant Li came up and stuffed the flowers in front of Wen Qiao, Secretary Wen, let's go to work together.

Wen Qiao glanced at the flower, looked away coldly, and told him not to send it in the future. I won't take it.

When Assistant Li heard Wen Qiao say this, he wanted to die, and chased Wen Qiao out, Assistant Li, the car was over there.

The woman asked Wen Qiao: Suitors?

Wincho smiled and said: Sales.

......

The woman tacitly stopped asking and led Wen Qiao into the car.

Assistant Li looked at Wen Qiao's distant back and sighed, she was really ruthless.

When Wen Qiao arrived at the company, he found that Assistant Li had put the bouquet of flowers on the table in the morning, and a lunch box was placed next to it.

Wen Qiao held the flowers expressionlessly, put them in front of Lu Yunzheng's office, carried the lunch box to the administration department, and knocked on Zhu Jiajia's desk. Here you go.

When Zhu Jiajia saw the lunch box, her eyes lit up, she held it and opened it, and she sighed.

At the top is a candy-hearted egg.

Zhu Jiajia teased: When did you become so numb?

Wen Qiao leaned back on the table and knocked her head on what she thought.

Zhu Jiajia closed the lid like a baby, and took Wen Qiao's hand again. Wen Qiao was pulled down by her, and his ear was close to her mouth, is Assistant Li chasing you?

With that, she pulled away and winked at Wen Qiao.

Wen Qiao is such a good-looking girl, gentle and gentle, who doesn't like it. Assistant Li heard that Wannian was a single dog, and he had been around Wen Qiao every day recently, and someone had met him to buy flowers for Wen Qiao, and it spread in the office.

Wen Qiao raised his hand to hit her again, was held down by Zhu Jiajia, blinked his eyes and said:, why did Mr. Lu come to the Administration Department?

After speaking, he quickly lowered his head and pretended to be busy with work.

Lu Yunzheng glanced at Wen Qiao and walked towards the administrative manager's office with a smile.

Wen Qiao straightened up and walked quickly out of the administration department.

Zhu Jiajia said that Mr. Lu said something to the manager in the office, but he didn't come out when he went in anyway.

It's best not to come out.

Wen Qiao opened the form, was busy for a while, rubbed his neck and opened Ding Ding.

Lu: Did you see the bento?

Lu: Let's eat together at noon.

Wincho: ......

Turning off Ding Ding, Wen Qiao received a call from the planning company, the company is going to hold an anniversary celebration, the hotel and the planning team are arranging on the spot, and there are several points that Wen Qiao needs to confirm in person.

Wen Qiao glanced at the time, and it was okay in the afternoon, so he went to the hotel in person.

She specially left a message for Lu Yunzheng and told him to go to the hotel in the afternoon to supervise the work.

The company attaches great importance to the company's anniversary. The industry's most powerful planning team was invited, and celebrities in the industry will be invited to participate.

Wen Qiao has not slackened in the slightest since he took on this task.

Inside the hotel, the planning team is setting up the stage because there will be a warm-up performance that day, and several people are adjusting the lighting.

The main planner walked over with the design drawings and nodded a few points at Wen Qiao.

This location. I'm going to add two ambient lights.

Add a secondary background screen here.

What do you think?

Wen Qiao glanced up at the stage, basically had a prototype in his mind, nodded and said: Okay, there are not too many atmosphere lights, and it is better to be serious on the occasion.

Spare stand-up stands must also be prepared.

The main planner also thought so, made a plan with Wen Qiao, and instructed others to add according to the new changes, Wen Qiao communicated with the sound engineer on the stage, and didn't notice that someone behind him was pushing the light stand closer.

The man only cared about comparing with the person opposite, and didn't notice the messy line under his feet, and hooked the line with one foot, and the whole person fell back weightlessly.

In a hurry, he grabbed the light frame and fell down.

The gaffer was quick and pushed Wen Qiao, who fell to the side. With a bang, the light rack smashed at Wen Qiao's feet.

It was only a fist away from smashing on his leg, and unfortunately, the light stand brought down an iron flower stand and smashed heavily on Wen Qiao's leg.

Wen Qiao screamed, looking at the light rack with a pale face. The workers were also frightened, and crawled to Wen Qiao's side and pushed away the wrought iron trellis.

Although the wrought iron flower stand was not heavy, but it hurt to smash it down like this, and it hurt to hit the bones, Wen Qiao gasped, feeling that he couldn't stand up a little.

The main planner was also frightened, counted down the workers for two sentences, helped Wen Qiao and said: I will send you to the hospital to take a film now.

Wen Qiao didn't say it was so serious, she just had her leg numb, and it might be fine to slow down for a while, and the main planner didn't let her say anything, so he had to take her to the hospital for an examination.

Lu Yunzheng is in a meeting with the Ministry of Commerce.

The phone rang.

He pressed it, and soon the call came again.

He answered with his ear in his ear.

Stretch's brow suddenly furrowed. I stood up with a bang, and I went over immediately.

When everyone looked at each other, he was already out the door.

Holding the steering wheel, stepping on the accelerator, repeating in his mind that Secretary Wen was smashed in the leg and was being examined at the First Hospital.

His hands were tightly gripping the steering wheel, and his heart felt like he had been pinched. I couldn't breathe because I was so uncomfortable.

I took a cigarette with one hand and stuffed it into my mouth, lit it and inhaled violently, the smoke choked on my lungs, and I coughed, and the bitter taste spread on the tip of my tongue.

He suddenly realized that if something happened to Wen Qiao, he would be anxious and trembling, his heart would palpitate and be afraid, and he couldn't stop being restless in his heart.

These emotions, which he had never experienced before, swept him through at this moment.

Almost all the way to the hospital.

Wen Qiao had finished the examination, was finishing the film, sat on the chair and waited for the results, looking at the health instructions posted on the wall in a daze.

Lu Yunzheng stopped suddenly, I don't know how many times he pulled his tie, it hung loosely around his neck, he sorted out his tie, and strode over.

Wen Qiao turned his head to look at him and moved his lips, why are you here?

Lu Yunzheng squatted next to him and checked it, leaving a bruise on his white thigh, which was very terrifying, his eyes were a little colder, and there was anger in his eyes.

But when he looked at Wen Qiao, his anger turned into a soft moist light, and he asked in a hoarse voice: Does it hurt?

Wen Qiao avoided his touch and explained: I was careless.

The main planner rushed over after taking the medicine, and hurriedly compensated Lu Yunzheng. fell in love and took all the responsibility on himself, and lowered his head until Lu Yunzheng was counted.

Wen Qiao wanted to stand up on the chair, but was pressed on the chair by Lu Yun, and yelled endlessly: Are you trying to make me crazy?

I don't know when the bruise will fade, and I don't know what else I can do.

Wen Qiao looked at him expressionlessly, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.

The film is out. He didn't hurt his bones, but he was afraid that he would have to recuperate for a while, and he didn't listen to what the doctor told him in the second half, so he walked to the end of the corridor, took a cigarette and pinched it in his hand without lighting it, as if he could relax a little by just smelling the smell.

He dialed Li Ti's phone, and caught a glimpse of Wen Qiao limping out. The brow furrowed again.

He hung up the phone, walked over, grabbed her hand, where to go?

With that, he bent down to pick her up.

Wen Qiao took half a step back to the side and wrinkled his brows, I'm going to go to the toilet, are you going too?