For the riverfront renovation project of the old shipyard, neither the architecture nor the interior is as important as the landscape. According to common sense, it is more appropriate for the writer to listen to the report of the landscape. Moreover, no one has stipulated that writers must attend such presentations. Attendance is just an expression of importance.

Even Mo Yan didn't think much about the absence of the writer.

The writer sat in the conference room where he didn't even know what it was, listening to the report with a calm face.

Fortunately, the CEOs are always moody. The writer is young, good-looking, well-dressed, and looks cool with a calm face. No one felt anything wrong with his expression.

The president is really lonely and cold. If you're unhappy, no one knows.

The writer was wandering outside the mountains and seas, and his mobile phone suddenly vibrate.

When I found out, it was the landline number at the front desk of the company.

Wenhao got up and wanted to go out, but found that he attracted the attention of the audience as soon as he moved, so he had to cough lightly and say "I'm sorry, you continue", and then he steadily walked out of the conference room.

When he left the conference room and looked back, it turned out that he had gone to conference room 2.

Meeting Room 2 is not far from the front desk. He walked out of the conference room and walked out of the hallway a few steps. The company's huge front desk gradually revealed the full picture in his sight.

What caught his eye next was Wang Chengyou's back.

If he hadn't known in advance that Wang Chengyou would come, he couldn't believe that it was Wang Chengyou.

People rely on clothes, Buddha relies on gold, and it is indeed a summary of the wisdom of the ancients.

Wang Chengyou's back is no different from the back of any young man on the street. Loose pants, bloated tops, unsightly soft sneakers, and the only thing that catches the eye is a clean hairstyle.

The front desk was rummaging around, obviously trying to delay Wang Chengyou with "I can't find where the key is for a while". The moment the front desk saw the writer, he blinked mischievously, and the person laughed because he was relaxed.

You laughed. Do you remember where to put it? Wang Chengyou asked anxiously.

"It's kind of remembering. I think this key is particularly important because, because the lady who entrusted me with the key is very friendly, I have put it in a place that is absolutely safe. This place is—"

Wang Chengyou had already stretched out his hand eagerly. The front desk is also too unreliable, wasting 3 minutes of his time.

is different from Wang Chengyou's back to the writer, and the front desk faces the writer. The front desk rolled his eyes, and he glanced at the writer by the way. The meaning is obvious, she can only delay here, President, don't you want to make a move?

Who knows, the writer only stared at Wang Chengyou's back full of cheapness, and did not react to the eyes thrown at the front desk.

The front desk can't help it, and it stretches out to the drawer in slow motion.

Wang Chengyou looked at the front desk in front of him suspiciously. This girl's body is too uncoordinated, why is her hand reaching for the drawer, but her eyes looking away? Could it be that there is a display behind him, and the display shows where the keys are?

Wang Chengyou turned his head abruptly and looked behind him along the line of sight at the front desk.

The writer hurriedly retreated into the corridor and used the wall to hide his body.

Wang Chengyou didn't see anything.

Only then did the front desk fully understand: the co-author president didn't plan to come forward to say hello at all.

Then what else is she rubbing, hurry up and give the key to the person in front of her who is obviously patient!

"Smack." The front desk will contain the envelope containing the key is afraid of the countertop, successfully attracting Wang Chengyou's attention.

Wang Chengyou took the key in his hand, carefully took out an envelope from his arms, and said to the front desk: "This is for Mo Yan." Oh, Mo Yan is the girl who left me the key. ”

The front desk nodded.

"Goodbye. Thank you. ”

The front desk nodded again.

Wang Chengyou left. Jumped a little. Obviously in a superb mood.

The writer couldn't tell what he was hiding at that moment! This is his territory, he should have the advantage of this field, he can help him and crush him!

But he hid.

It took a long time for the writer to come to the conclusion that he disdained to be an opponent with a person who was completely inferior to himself! It's like a great Confucian who disdains a rogue conversation.

In his heart, there was an indescribable loss, and he felt that Mo Yan was not as smart as he thought. At least when it comes to choosing a mate.

The writer stood in the space covered by the wall for a long time.

Someone walked out of the conference room, presumably in a hurry to use the bathroom. alarmed the writers. Only then did the writer take a step, planning to go back to his office to take a break and fix the messy thoughts in his head.

When I passed by the front desk, the front desk stood up. Call him in a crisp voice: "Mr. Tang." ”

The writer had no intention of staying, so he just continued to walk out with a cold face. He was in a bad mood, his mood was extremely low, and he didn't want to talk to anyone.

When he reached the top floor, before he collapsed on the bed in the lounge next to the office, he still beat his spirits and made a phone call to his secretary: "When the afternoon report is over, arrange a banquet to show gratitude." ”

The secretary replied: "Mr. Tang." You arranged this yesterday. Do I need to change the banquet hotel today? ”

Wenhao was stunned for a moment: "No." I'm just checking again. ”

It turns out that he had already arranged it yesterday.

The writer knocked on his head, feeling that today's head didn't seem to be his own. I touched my forehead and it seemed to be hot. However, I am not sure if it is my own delusion.

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The afternoon presentation went smoothly.

Mo Yan's team at Shangda is as serious and refreshing as other reporting teams. As the host, Qingfeng's presentation of brain holes is also remarkable.

The meeting went smoothly, it was all dry goods, and the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves.

4:20 p.m. All submissions have ended. The moderator also expressed his gratitude repeatedly. The time and place of the banquet will be sent to the participants' mobile phones.

Mo Yan couldn't wait to leave the conference room, came to the front desk, and asked if the front desk key had been taken away. The front desk looked at Mo Yan's eyes, and he was extremely serious.

The front desk replied to Mo Yan: "It was taken away." The three words 'Wang Chengyou' left by the other party are the same as those reserved by you. In addition, the other party has saved an envelope for you. ”

Mo Yan smiled. She reached out and took the envelope handed to her by the front desk. I wanted to be subtle and open the package when there were few people. I couldn't help it, so I opened it on the spot: it turned out to be a rose.

The usual red roses are visible. Because of the cold weather and the long-term lack of water, it is no longer delicate. Although it was soft and wilting, in Mo Yan's heart, it couldn't be more beautiful.

To facilitate the envelope, the rose stalks were cut very short. The thorns on the stalk have been carefully treated to fit in the hand.

Mo Yan couldn't let go of it, so he didn't put it in the envelope again.

She suddenly made up her mind not to attend the evening banquet. As soon as I turned around, I happened to meet Zhu Haichao, the host of Conference Room 6 and the former master.

"Master! Good luck! ”