23.225.191.240,23.225.191.240; 0; pc; 5; After grinding iron literature, Zhou Siyuan smiled at Deng Qing, compared to the nervousness and embarrassment when he was with Yang Meng, Deng Qing suddenly found that Zhou Siyuan was a person who would make people feel comfortable.

Her voice is soft and soft, not as official as Yang Meng, everyone will like Yang Meng's ability and beauty, but it is easier to get along with Zhou Siyuan.

The room was very quiet, only the sound of the slight operation of the heating could be heard, Deng Qing tried his best to control the sound of his footsteps, but in such a quiet environment, the sound of leather boots was still obvious.

Wen Yang's brows furrowed slightly, Deng Qing was a little worried, and at a distance of two or three steps from the desk, she forced herself to smile and said, "Mr. Wen, your coffee." She was about to walk out when Wen Yang took a sip of coffee and said, "Wait, you're the new intern assistant." He raised his head slightly to look at her, Deng Qing didn't dare to look at him, and replied with dodging eyes: "Yes, my name is Deng Qing." When Deng Qing closed the door of the office and thought carefully about the scene just now, she realized that she was too nervous to see Wen Yang's face carefully.

Her impression was still on the thin photo that Yang Meng showed her, but it could coincide with the outline she saw just now, and it was indeed a handsome face.

"Is there something wrong?" Zhou Siyuan looked up and asked Deng Qing.

"Although I drink coffee, I can't afford to buy such an expensive coffee machine to go home, and more often I buy coffee to drink. Zhou Siyuan pressed the silver-black coffee machine, and then said: "Why don't I make you a cup and tell you secretly, we sometimes use Mr. Wen's coffee beans to make coffee and drink." "On this blue planet, from the difference of species to the difference between people, it is narrowed down to the office where Deng Qing is located, which is the difference between Wen Yang and their group of subordinates.

Wen Yang's circle has a landscape that Deng Qing can't imagine, and the world Deng Qing lives in has hundreds or even tens of thousands of people like her.

Perhaps the only similarity between them is that they both float up and down in this materially rich and bizarre city, exhausted for their own desires.

"I'm going upstairs to find Mr. Zhou's assistant, we have a project with them recently, and I'm going to confirm the meeting. You just sit at the front desk, ask Zhou Siyuan if you don't know anything or tell me when I come back, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand anyway. About the important thing, Yang Meng said quickly and urgently, and before she finished her last sentence, the person had already entered the elevator.

On the Internet, such situations are sometimes infinitely magnified, and Deng Qing often sees some

"Why not eat minced meat" rhetoric. At first she would have felt incredible, just as shocked as the person who said it felt that there was a group of people in this society who could never understand why another group of people lived the way they did.

At 4:20 p.m., Deng Qing helped Yang Meng sort out next week's meeting, only to know that Wen Yang went abroad this time to acquire a theater chain in the United States, and the negotiation process seemed to be relatively smooth, because according to his original itinerary, he would not be back until at least next Monday.

Deng Qing didn't understand why Wen Yang was unhappy, looking at the information, the American company is very important in the industry, and Dongshen can take a step forward in the international film and television industry by acquiring it now.

"You get out. Wen Yang said without raising his head, Deng Qing was stunned for a moment, and walked out. The room was very quiet, only the sound of the slight operation of the heating could be heard, Deng Qing tried his best to control the sound of his footsteps, but in such a quiet environment, the sound of leather boots was still obvious.

Wen Yang's brows furrowed slightly, Deng Qing was a little worried, and at a distance of two or three steps from the desk, she forced herself to smile and said, "Mr. Wen, your coffee." The room was very quiet, only the sound of the heating could be heard slightly, Deng Qing tried his best to control his footsteps, but in such a quiet environment, the sound of leather boots was still obvious.

Wen Yang's brows furrowed slightly, Deng Qing was a little worried, and at a distance of two or three steps from the desk, she forced herself to smile and said, "Mr. Wen, your coffee." Deng Qing took advantage of the time when the elevator was falling to wipe the traces on her face, she slowly walked out of the elevator door and swiped her card into the office.

Yang Meng saw her come in and pick up a stack of documents on the table and walked in front of her, she glanced at Deng Qing, she didn't care or didn't notice Deng Qing's strange emotions at all.

She took out the coffee cup from the sterilizer and continued: "Turn on the machine here, the P key menu, Mr. Wen generally drinks espresso, choose to make a cup, the button next to it can adjust the taste and cup size, wait for two to three minutes and the coffee will be ready." ”