Chewing and chewing, he suddenly looked at the sandwich in his mouth, and then stuffed the rest of the sandwich in his hand into his mouth, chewing slowly.

"Xiao Wang, why didn't you take Wen Jie to dinner at noon? Don't be struggling, you can't pull off three meals a day, where did you take him in the morning, don't you know......" Wen Tianyi, who was sitting next to him, asked with a crackle on the phone.

Wen Jie ate too violently at once, a little choked, he unscrewed the milk and poured a sip, seeing that his father was still chattering and teaching Xiao Wang a lesson.

The corner of his eyes swept to his side, snatched the phone from his father's hand, pressed it and hung up, and stuffed it back into his father's hand:

"Dad, I forgot to look at the time......"

When Wen Jie said this, there was a trace of disdain in his tired tone, as if he ...... I don't mind if I eat or not, and I don't even bother to talk about it.

Lost track of time? Wen Tianyi glanced at Wen Jie seriously, and wondered in his heart: What made his son forget time?

My son, who was born in science and engineering, is very sensitive to numbers, and if he says that he forgets time, it is simply.

Combined with the gossip he had just heard, he had a general guess, and a look of joy appeared on his face.

I heard that my son knew that it was Li Shiman's birthday, and specially chose a bouquet of flowers for Li Shiman, so he must have to see Li Shiman, and he was so excited that he forgot the time.

He leaned closer to his son and said in his heart: "Wen Jie, you tell your father the truth, what do you have to do with Li Shiman?" ”

Wen Jie has been in a fugue state, and seems to be pretending to be on his mind, and it seems that he doesn't have anything on his mind anymore......

The mood is very complicated, indescribable, in short, there is no interest in anything.

Hearing his father's question, he shook his head expressionlessly, and was too lazy to say a word.

"Is it okay to shake your head, or is it not okay anymore?" Wen Tianyi asked anxiously.

Wen Jie drank the last bit of milk left in the bottle, got up impatiently and said, "Dad, I'm a little tired, I'll go back to my office first." ”

Wen Tianyi looked at the time: 15:30.

"Okay, you take a half-hour break, and hold a senior management meeting in the company's multi-purpose hall at four o'clock in the afternoon, and I will officially introduce you to everyone at that time. You get ready! ”

When Wen Tianyi said this, his eyes burned, and he could see that his father had high hopes for him.

Wen Jie nodded, his expression numb, as if what his father said had nothing to do with him.

In his heart, he hoped that he could perform better and let his father have face in front of the company's executives, but ......

It's just too tired, it's just too tired, just rest for a while, he comforted himself in his heart.

He returned to his office listlessly, picked up the company brochure on his desk and looked at it for a while.

There was a knock at the door, and it was the manager of the finance department who sent the company's financial statements for this year;

Immediately afterwards, Cheng Xiaohui, the manager of the planning department, sent the company's chronicle and corporate culture manual.

Cheng Xiaohui wore a set of professional clothes in the color of Keka, and after respectfully handing the information to Wen Jie, he politely said goodbye to him.

Wen Jie hesitated for a moment and called out to her.

"I heard that you were injured during the company's groundbreaking celebration a few days ago?"

Cheng Xiaohui smiled faintly, looked at Wen Jie calmly and said, "Thank you Xiaowen for your concern, it's no big deal." ”

Wen Jie's heart sank, because the trajectory of his life was revised, he had several memories of the situation that night, and they were mixed together, thicker than a pot of porridge.

"Who hurt you?"

"It's just a private matter, Xiaowen doesn't have to remember it." Cheng Xiaohui became wary of Wen Jie in her heart, and she narrowed her eyes slightly: "Mr. Wen, if there is nothing to do, I will go downstairs first, and there are still some things to deal with at hand." ”

"Something! Who let you go? Wen Jie didn't know if he was in a bad mood or what: "Is it Jia Nan?" I'm asking the man who hurt you. ”

Cheng Xiaohui's eyes suddenly rose mist, over the years, as long as Jia Nan was mentioned, there would always be an inexplicable emotion in her heart, including pain, resentment, and more remembrance and unwillingness......

But now it is much better than before, she can basically control her emotions, she took two deep breaths, and said, "No, it was a colleague who missed and injured me." My colleague apologized to me and took the corresponding punishment, and this matter has passed. I don't want to mention it again. ”

"What do you have to do with Jia Nan? Lover? ”

Wen Jiecai doesn't mind if Cheng Xiaohui likes to listen to it, he has never had a chance to ask about Qin Fen, he always feels ashamed of Qin Fen in his heart, and in the dark he feels that this matter is inextricably linked to Jia Nan.

Today, Cheng Xiaohui became his subordinate, ran to his office to deliver materials, and now he doesn't ask when he is waiting.

"I'm sorry, this is my private matter, Mr. Xiaowen, you can read the information, the general manager said that it will be used for a meeting in a while."

Cheng Xiaohui turned around and walked towards the door of the office, her white and long legs stepping on the hollow stiletto heels, which was very tempting.

It's just that Wen Jie doesn't catch a cold.

Wen Jie took two breaths, and finally suppressed the idea of wanting to mention "Qin Fen".

Yes, he will need these materials for a meeting in a while, and he will have to quickly browse them in less than half an hour.

After that, the heads of several departments came to deliver the materials.

Wen Jie looked at the mountains of information and nodded at them one by one, which was regarded as thanks.

Then I kept reading the materials desperately, reading one book after another...... Soon he found that the information he read was all mixed together, so that he almost forgot which department Wang Hui, the boss of his dormitory, was.

He rubbed his temples, got up and moved to the window, and raised his eyes to look into the distance: looking down on the surrounding buildings from the height of the 20th floor of Huahai Building, there was a feeling of "pointing out the country and scolding Fang Xuan".

He laughed self-deprecatingly, he had only been the marketing director of Huahai for half a day, why did he still float? Why didn't you find out when you were a dick, and you were so easy to float?

He glanced at the time, 16:18.

Picking up the phone on the table, grabbing the badge, hanging it around his neck, he left the office.

When he came to the elevator room, he wanted to press the elevator with his hands, but his hand hesitated in mid-air and did not press it, but pulled it back, he opened the fire door, glanced at the trash can, and it was empty.

The cleaner collected the garbage.

Only then did I go back to the elevator and press the elevator.

Soon the elevator came, the conference room was on the 12th floor, but his finger tapped on the 16th floor.

Seeing that the 16th floor was pressed by himself, he frowned slightly.

What kind of psychology is this?

Did you think of the distress note on the table, or did you think of the murder of Li Shiman at 16:23 in the online mission last night?

Or maybe he still listened to what Li Shiman said in the afternoon?

In other words, he still cares about Li Shiman!

I don't want 6-year-old Li Shiman to have an accident, and I don't want 26-year-old Li Shiman to have any mistakes.

He shook his head, trying to shake off the miscellaneous.

In the blink of an eye, he reached the 16th floor, and he walked quickly to Li Shiman's room, knocked on the door, and entered.

Li Shiman sat behind her desk, her chair facing away from Wen Jie.

He called "Li Shiman" as he walked, and the other party's body seemed to move, but he didn't turn the chair around.

He suddenly realized that something was wrong, and the red handwriting on the note for help appeared in front of him.

He rushed behind his desk and turned his chair around.

"Ahh He reflexively took a half-step back.

Because he saw that the top of the heart of Li Shiman, who was sitting in the chair, was pierced by a glass vase, and most of his clothes were stained red with blood.

Seeing Wen Jie, her eyelids fluttered weakly, she opened her mouth for a long time, but she didn't make any sound, and stretched one arm towards Wen Jie hard.

Wen Jie hurriedly approached, and Li Shiman seemed to have exhausted his last strength, rushed forward, and fell into Wen Jie's arms.

Wen Jie reached out to touch Li Shiman's snort, and the snort was so weak that there was no air intake.

This scene happened so suddenly, he didn't know what to do for a while: "Save ...... Help me! ”

He shouted, and immediately realized that he should call the police!

Call the police now!

He grabbed the phone and prepared to dial 110.

In a panic, when he unlocked the screen, the time display on his phone flashed away, and he fell to the ground like a lightning strike.

The time shown on the phone is: 16:23.