Chapter 50

"Going to the Soup and Fire" / Call me Meow

In my life, the most feared thing is not being able to meet someone who makes you have the urge to go to the soup.

Chen Ziang went to Q City on a business trip, and before leaving, he told Yao Qian that he was afraid that he would not be able to come back for ten days and half a month, he stood at the kitchen door of her house, quietly watched her wash the dishes, and asked her: "Will you miss me?" ”

Yao Qian paused to wash the dishes, and said without looking back: "No." ”

As if guessing such an answer, Chen Ziang only smiled lightly, "I will miss you." ”

Now, he's sitting in Marriott's office in Q City, he's busy. Urgent documents kept coming in from assistants and secretaries, and he didn't even have time to look up.

A Marriott-owned hotel, something happened recently. Not long ago, there was a vicious injury incident in the hotel's restaurant. A hotel service employee who brings personal emotions to work. And the hot soup was splashed on a customer's face, and Marriott quickly remedied the incident. Less than a week later, another murder occurred in the hotel, and the body of a young woman in her twenties was found in a hotel room. Although the murderer of this murder case due to emotional disputes has been caught by the police, the most difficult thing for the hotel to accept is that it involves murder and other evil cases.

The hotel was in a crisis, and both customers and travel agencies unilaterally canceled their hotel reservations. Even many partners have asked for a temporary suspension of the cooperation, and the hotel has had to temporarily suspend operations.

Since Chen Ziang came to Q City, there have been endless meetings, endless people, and endless documents every day. Occasionally, when it was already one or two o'clock in the morning, the staff who worked overtime together were already so tired that they fell asleep on the conference table. Chen Ziang had something on his mind, and he felt less sleepy.

It's been a week, and he's slept less than a day. Wen Xin changed a cup of coffee for Chen Ziang, and when he came in, he had a few documents in his hand that he was in a hurry to sign.

He put the document on Chen Ziang's left hand side, picked up the document that had been approved on the other side, and turned to go out.

When he came in again, it was already lunch time, and Chen Ziang was so busy that he not only forgot to rest, but he couldn't even remember a major event like eating. Wen Xin put the takeaway on the desk in the office, poured another cup of hot water for Chen Ziang, and reminded him: "Mr. Chen, it's lunch time." ”

Chen Ziang raised his eyes and glanced at him, his dry throat cleared, and he asked about work again, "What time is the afternoon meeting scheduled?" ”

Wen Xin looked at the watch on his wrist, "At two o'clock in the afternoon, the meeting materials have been handed over to the secretariat in the morning." Later, the hospital will arrange for a nurse to come over. ”

These days have been busy with work, and his health has not been well, and the fatigue of work has become more serious. Yesterday, I couldn't help but take the time to go to the hospital for a check-up. With chronic gastritis and a severe cold, the doctor strongly advised him to take a break from work and rest more. Chen Ziang ostensibly agreed, but after returning to the company, he was busy again.

As a last resort, the doctor had to ask the nurse to come over and give him an intravenous drip every day.

"Well, just put the food on the table, you go eat first." Chen Ziang nodded, and his slender hand tapped on the keyboard again. There seemed to be endless emails in the mailbox, and he needed to read them himself and reply to them one by one.

Wen Xin was silent for a long time before he said honestly: "The chairman's wife explained that she wanted to watch you finish lunch." ”

In addition to reporting to him every day, Wen Xin also has to convey her instructions to the chairman's wife from time to time.

Chen Ziang frowned impatiently, and finally sighed, "Are you my assistant, or her housekeeper?" ”

"I'm your assistant."

"Companies hire you because of your abilities. Your job does not include following the requirements of the chairman's wife. Remember, your immediate boss is me. Chen Ziang temporarily stopped the work in his hand, walked to Wen Xin's side, and patted him on the shoulder.

Wen Xin's face was slightly red, "Yes, general manager." ”

"In the past few days, apart from the chairman's wife, who else has called."

In the past few days, in order to deal with the business of Q City, Chen Ziang has been using the work phone. In order to have no distractions, he habitually turned off his personal contact number, and there were many people who knew his work phone, but not many private calls came in.

As soon as he asked, Wen Xin understood what he meant, "The chairman's wife calls every day, and in addition, there is an unfamiliar phone number, but I haven't received it and haven't called again." ”

Sitting on the sofa, the person who had already opened the takeaway and was about to move the chopsticks suddenly stopped for a few seconds. Looking at his hands, frowning and thinking deeply.

"Mr. Chen, do you have anything else to explain?"

Chen Ziang did not answer, as if he had fallen into deeper thought.

"Mr. Chen?" Wen Xin called him again.

Chen Ziang came back to his senses and responded, "Well, you go out." ”

After Wen Xin went out, Chen Ziang had no appetite. It's already autumn, and the sky outside the window is low and dark. The green belts on both sides of the street have been plated with a layer of gold, and the yellow leaves that have fallen have been gently swept up in the air by the breeze, and they have turned and fallen.

In front of the window, those dark black eyes shone a little bit, it was longing, so strong that it could not be concealed and could not be suppressed. Chen Ziang raised his hand and grabbed the ring he tied around his neck, looked at it again and again, and finally hesitated to dial the familiar phone from his personal phone.

The phone rang a few times, and a gentle voice rang, "Hello, I'm Yao Qian." ”

Just listening to the voice, the warmth in his eyes was a little more, he raised his graceful chin slightly, and smiled lightly, "It's me, Chen Ziang." ”

The breathing on the other side of the phone slowed down by half a beat, and Chen Ziang's deep eyes fell on the building opposite, and he asked in a dumb voice: "How are you doing these days?" ”

A sentence of 'Do you miss me?' 'Swallow it raw.

At this time, Yao Qian and Xu Ruyun were eating in the dining room of the studio, and the people sitting on the left and right were the people who liked to gossip the most in the department, she pressed her mobile phone tighter, and her tone pretended to be relaxed, "Very good, what about you?" ”

Chen Ziang smiled dumbly, "I'm not good. ”

I didn't expect him to be so frank, after the day of Chen Ziang's business trip, their relationship seemed to have changed somewhat. Very subtle changes, neither of them noticed. Yao Qian was stunned and found a topic, "Have you eaten?" ”

"Nope." Chen Ziang glanced back at the takeaway placed on the table, and his eyes were foggy, "Coriander, I want to drink the porridge you cooked." ”

Yao Qian is an only child, and she has not been in the kitchen a few times since she was a child. By the age of eighteen, housework would only be sweeping the floor and cleaning the windows. During the period of pursuing Chen Ziang, Yao Qian once learned to cook porridge with a girl in the same dormitory for two days. When she cooked porridge for Chen Ziang to drink for the first time, Chen Ziang did not accept it, but let her drink it herself.

When she cooked porridge for the second time, Chen Ziang watched from the side, watching her skillfully cut shredded meat and wash green vegetables. He stood with his arms folded to the side, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he asked her curiously, "Are you good at it?" ”

"That's it." Yao Qian honestly told him how he learned from his roommates who were good at cooking, and how he failed again and again.

She cooked the porridge and looked at him cautiously, her eyes full of anticipation, "Is it delicious?" ”

Chen Ziang tasted it seriously, "Okay." ”

It's really delicious, Yao Qian is the first person to cook porridge for him besides his family.

Yao Qian was silent, and only the sound of each other's breathing was on the phone. After a while, Chen Ziang coughed lightly and easily changed the subject, "Corian, have you called me in the past few days?" ”

Afraid it wasn't her, so he asked carefully.

"Hmm." Yao Qian answered honestly.

Chen Ziang's heart skipped a beat, and when he spoke, his voice was a little hoarse, so hoarse that it didn't look like his voice. He said: "I can't go to City C for a while, what's the matter with you?" ”

Xu Ruyun had already eaten a good meal and urged Yao Qian to wash the dishes together, Yao Qianwu responded a few times before saying to Chen Ziang: "Chen Ziang, can you not let them send the flowers again?" ”

These days, he goes on a business trip, and flowers are still delivered to her studio every day.

Flower? Chen Ziang thought for a while, "Don't you like it?" ”

Yao Qian changed her hand to hold the phone, "Well, I don't like it." ”

There was a low sigh in his ears, and then, Yao Qian heard Chen Ziang answer heavily on the phone: "You can refuse it, but don't refuse me."

Yao Qian was speechless for a while, and when she heard Chen Ziang's irrepressible cough, she said softly, "Isn't your illness cured yet?" ”

Silent again, Chen Ziang showed a faint smile, and his gentle voice was calming, "Corian, I'm very happy." ”

Yao Qian's face was a little sluggish, but his heart was already difficult to calm down because of him, "Huh? ”

Chen Ziang whispered, "You're worried about me. ”

"Hmm." Yao Qian replied vaguely.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

His tone was doting, making Yao Qian's heart palpitate.

"Well, goodbye."

"Wait, Coriander. If you have anything to do in the future, you can call this, I... It's always been there. ”

"Okay."

After receiving the phone, Yao Qian took a deep breath, the corners of her mouth were raised, and then she followed Xu Ruyun back to work.

On Chen Ziang's side, a layer of frost white appeared on his handsome face.

When Wen Xin took the nurse into the office, he saw Chen Ziang looking out the window with his head down, his hands hanging down at his side. He was only wearing a black shirt, black was originally the color of thinness, and he suddenly looked so thin and thin on him.

"General manager, it's time for an infusion."

Chen Ziang turned around, and some fine sweat was already oozing from his forehead. He sat back on the couch, looked at the back of his already bruised hand, and said in a deep voice, "Try to hurry, I'm sorry for you." 166 Reading Network