As an enterprise at the top of the pyramid, Shenghua Group has always been stable internally, and under the peaceful corporate culture, there is very little gossip in the company.

But today, Sheng Hua has spread the first-ever gossip about their Kaolin Flower boss.

First, when the executives went to the president's office to report on their work, they were asked not to speak loudly.

In this regard, the explanation of the chief secretary of the president is-

"Shhh

In order to emphasize the gender of "her", Secretary Cheng specially said this sentence in English.

After saying it over and over again seventy or eighty times, the cleaning aunt on that floor will memorize it.

Then, at lunchtime, the president, who used to deliver food to the office by assistants, took a little girl to the staff cafeteria.

In front of everyone's eyes, he calmly served her soup and vegetables.

This move caused more than 10 employees to forget to eat, and more than 100 employees were poked in the nose with chopsticks and choked countless times.

Later, in the sky garden on the floor where the president's office is located, there is an extra desk covered with a white lace tablecloth, on which are delicate and cute pink computers and notebooks.

After relaxing the cypress, the little girl sat behind the desk at noon, holding milk tea in her hand, and listened carefully to Wu Ye, the deputy director of the public relations department, giving her a lecture.

According to incomplete statistics, Mr. Jing went to the Sky Garden eighteen times throughout the afternoon.

"Boss, I didn't tell anyone that Miss Fanyin is your sister at the moment." Approaching the end of work, Cheng Ye entered the office and smiled meaningfully, "I don't know what they think."

"Hmm." Jing Zeheng nodded, "Have you booked the ticket?"

"It's booked!" Cheng Ye handed him two drama tickets, "It starts at 8 p.m., the best suspense thriller drama of the year." I've booked a place for you to eat in France near the theatre, and the time should be just right."

Jing Zeheng took the ticket, took out a red envelope from the drawer and handed it to him: "It's hard work."

"Thank you, boss!" Cheng Ye's eyes were crooked with laughter, and he asked again, "Boss, will you still not arrange a class for Miss tomorrow morning?"

Jing Zeheng thought for a moment and said, "Recently, I haven't come to the company, all the meetings have been changed online, and you send the documents to your home."

He really wanted to take Shen Fanyin around the company for a few more days.

But she also has to prepare for competitions and deal with the design of film projects, and he keeps her on a leash like this, which only makes her more tired.

And he has reason to believe that one afternoon is enough for Wu Ye to explain to children the key to self-media operation. lest she bother to find a reason to follow her to the company, it would be better for him to take the initiative to go home.

"Okay." Cheng Ye nodded again and again, "Don't worry."

"Alright, you can get off work."

Jing Zeheng collected the ticket, took his coat and went out to find Shen Fanyin.

Shen Fanyin sat on the chair and looked at today's notes, feeling very annoyed.

Wu Ye's class was taught neatly and neatly, and she understood the operation of self-media in three hours, and formulated a very clear direction and route for the operation according to her current situation.

She doesn't need to use her brain at all, as long as she takes every step according to Wu Ye's words, the next Internet celebrity designer will be her.

She's benefited a lot, but it's annoying right now.

How should she be his little tail tomorrow?

She pondered and couldn't get the point.

Giving a man a little tail for nothing, this kind of thing is really out of step for her!

She was about to send Su Mu a WeChat message asking for help, when Jing Zeheng's voice came from behind her: "It's time to get off work, let's go."

Shen Fanyin turned his head and saw him holding his coat and walking towards her with the wide leaves of the banana tree.

Shen Fanyin stood up, deliberately didn't take the notebook, took his coat and said, "Brother, Deputy Director Wu is really professional, but I don't understand some things."

She had to give herself a way out.

Even if she would be taken for a fool, she would admit it.

Jing Zeheng looked at her distressed appearance and chuckled, "If you don't know how to ask me at any time, I plan to take a vacation for a while and be at home."

Shen Fanyin's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Hmm."

"That's great!"

Shen Fanyin breathed a long sigh of relief, grabbed the notebook, and smiled much more sincerely.

There is Uncle Wang and a maid aunt in the family, and her burden is instantly lighter.

Jing Zeheng took out the two drama tickets: "Is there something wrong at night? Accompany me to a play?"

When Shen Fanyin saw the pairs of drama tickets, she instantly attributed them to the remnants of her brother's love.

She nodded hurriedly: "Free, free, I'll be free at any time."

She didn't know how to comfort Jing Zeheng, she could only be obedient to him, whatever he wanted to do, she would accompany him.

Though...... When she was watching the play, she unfortunately fell asleep.

This is Cheng Yekou's best suspense thriller drama of the year, which played a hypnotic role.

Her little head rested uncontrollably on his shoulder, and she slept unknowingly with the actor's rousing performance.

waited until the end of the field to wake up Shen Fanyin with the surrounding discussions.

She rubbed her eyes and asked confusedly, "It's over?"

"Hmm." Jing Zeheng rubbed her head, "Go home."

"Okay."

Shen Fanyin stretched and sobered up a lot.

Only then did she notice that she was covered with his coat.

Quickly handed him the coat, and she said, "Thank you, brother."

He didn't answer, and looked at her quietly.

Shen Fanyin slapped his mouth directly: "Habitual politeness, don't be angry."

"Silly."

He spat out a word and grabbed her hand in the palm of his hand.

There were many audiences in this drama, and when the crowd was surging, Jing Zeheng held her hand tightly and said to her, "Slow down, don't get lost."

Shen Fanyin responded, and followed him step by step.

The evening breeze in early spring was cool and sultry, and they stood at the door of the theater, looking at the people scattered in all directions under the lamplight, each with their own concerns.

He asked, "Would you like to take a walk?"

She replied, "I can do it all, it's up to you."

Jing Zeheng turned around, looked down at her and said, "Sanskrit, don't be so accommodating to me, I'm fine."

His eyes were deep, gentle as ever.

Shen Fanyin pursed her lips, and still said what she had been holding back for a day: "Brother, you are so good, she didn't choose you for her loss, don't be too sad."

For a whole day, she deliberately avoided this topic, for fear that she would make him cry if she was not careful.

Regretting her recklessness, she raised a smile: "Those who love have love, and those who do not have love are free. Brother, in addition to freedom, you also have money, which is a little better than me, who only has freedom."

She weighed her tone and measured her proportions, even forgetting that her hand was still in his palm.

Jing Zeheng looked at her with a low smile, took out his wallet, took out a card and handed it to her: "My money is divided into half of yours, so that we will all have freedom and money."

Shen Fanyin: "......"

She was determined to go his way, but this, this......

How does this make her accept?

Acceptance, it is impossible, she has not spent a man's money since she became an adult;

Rejection, it was unrealistic, and she wasn't sure if he was allergic to rejection.

Heaven and man were at war in her heart, so that when she heard that heart-rending cry, she jumped up in fright.