Si Zhengting went up to the office on the top floor and lowered his head to review the documents, but the low pressure in the room made the little secretaries outside the door tremble.

Special assistant Ji Chen walked over, they all breathed a sigh of relief, threw all the documents in their hands to Ji Chen, and ran away as if they were running away.

Ji Chen sighed, sorted out the documents, put them outside the door, and then looked at the lunch box in his hand.

He quietly walked in and silently placed the lunch box on Si Zhengting's table.

Si Zhengting paused the pen in his hand to sign, and after raising his eyes to see it, he scolded coldly: "There are many things." ”

Ji Chen immediately apologized and said seriously: "It's my fault, sir." ”

Then he added, "These are left in the box and haven't fallen out, and they can still be eaten, but if you don't like it, sir, I'll throw it away." ”

When Si Zhengting saw that he really picked up the lunch box and walked out, he frowned and snorted, "Are you idle and have nothing to do?" ”

Ji Chen stopped at this time, then put the lunch box back on the table casually, lowered his head and said, "Yes, sir, I'll go to work now." ”

After Ji Chen went out, Si Zhengting's eyes fell on the cartoon lunch box.

The one that was commonly used five years ago is a style with a cute animal Ahri making all kinds of funny movements on it, revealing childlike fun.

Just like the feeling she gives people, cheerful, lively, and with a tenacity that does not admit defeat.

Si Zhengting was stunned for a moment, and a pair of slender hands reached over and opened the lunch box.

There were only half of the eggs left, a few slices of bananas, and only one piece of hash browns.

He suddenly reached out and took these things out one by one and put them in his mouth.

Even if it was already cold, the familiar smell was exactly the same as in his thoughts, and he suddenly felt a stalk in his throat.

……

Zhuang Nana was once again thrown out of the Emgrand Group.

The front desk lady who does the reception on the first floor is no longer strange.

Zhuang Nana looked a little embarrassed and a little lost.

I thought that I would be able to enter the door with a loving breakfast, but now it seems that ...... Si Zhengting really can't get in the oil and salt!

Is this swollen?

At noon, Si Zhengting didn't come out yet, Zhuang Nanai gritted his teeth and pretended to be a food delivery staff member to enter the Emgrand Group, but as soon as he entered the gate, he collided with Ji Chen head-on.

Nana Zhuang: ......

The corners of Ji Chen's mouth twitched, so Miss Zhuang, are you testing our eyesight?

In the afternoon, Zhuang Nana continued to pretend to be a courier and wanted to enter, but was still intercepted by bodyguards.

It's over.

Where there are bodyguards, she can't get close to Si Zhengting within ten meters!

How can you get married!

Time passed little by little, and it was half past six in the evening.

Because it was already autumn, it was a little darker and darker outside.

The night of Beijing is full of light.

Zhuang Nana stood under the street lamp and made a phone call, the dim light shining on her face, reflecting the delicate little face flickering and dimming.

"Nana, have you decided? If you do this, Mr. Si is powerful and will not let you go! On the other end of the phone, Lin Xi'er's anxious voice came.

Zhuang Nana grinned, still with that heartless appearance, "It's okay!" I'm an old lover anyway, and he's not going to kill me...... Right? ”

Although the words are spoken briskly, in the heart, they are always up and down.

Doing so is simply challenging Si Zhengting's bottom line!

But!

This is her last chance, she must take Si Zhengting tonight, otherwise she won't get 500,000 yuan tomorrow, what can her mother do?