Zhang Mu smiled and wanted to leave, but was stopped by Song Zhiyuan.

She put down the paper bag, then opened Zhou Qichuan's suitcase again, picked out a change of clothes from it, then pulled it up again, and said, "Your boss doesn't live with me permanently, take the rest away." ”

Zhang Mu, "......"

Suddenly, the sound of wet footsteps came from inside.

Zhang Mu looked up and saw the man walking out of the master bedroom with a bath towel, so he immediately grabbed the lifesaver and called out mournfully, "Boss." ”

Zhou Qichuan leaned towards the door frame, wiped his wet hair with a bath towel, and smiled playfully at Song Zhiyuan, "Well, it's okay to take it away, I really won't live here permanently in the future." ”

"Yes, boss." Zhang Mu was saved, and immediately took the suitcase in Song Zhiyuan's hand and flashed, and did not forget to pull the door intimately.

"Well, you've lost your clothes here."

Song Zhiyuan threw Zhou Qichuan's change of clothes onto the sofa in the living room, turned his toes and returned to the master bedroom, with a very obedient expression with low eyebrows, and he didn't look at Zhou Qichuan at all.

But Zhou Qichuan's gaze was wrong, and it kept falling on her.

When she walked past her, she raised her hand and directly wrapped her waist, buckled the person into her arms, and then threw the bath towel in her hand, and her long knob fingers picked up the chin of the person in her arms, hooked her lips casually, and said in a dumb and lazy voice, "In the future, as long as I am in Jinning, you can't live here, let's live in Xiangmi Mansion together." ”

Song Zhiyuan smiled, shallowly, "Can you guarantee that when you are in Jinning, you will return to the Xiangmi Mansion every night?!" ”

"Well, I'll try." As he spoke, Zhou Qichuan pressed his head down and dropped a kiss on Song Zhiyuan's red lips.

"Tsk! Salty, toothpaste flavor. ”

Song Zhiyuan, "......"

……

Song Zhiyuan's car was parked in the company, so she took Zhou Qichuan's car to the company together.

When the car drove into the company's underground garage and Zhou Qichuan was parking, the mobile phone he threw on the central control suddenly rang "buzz-buzz-".

Song Zhiyuan glanced down, and the word "Wanguan" was tracked on the screen of his mobile phone.

Zhou Qichuan parked the car and was not in a hurry to turn off the engine.

He glanced at his phone, then looked at Song Zhiyuan, lifted the corners of his lips, and looked playful, "You go up first." ”

Song Zhiyuan didn't say a word, unbuckled his seat belt, took his bag, pushed the door and got out of the car.

"Wanguan."

Just before Song Zhiyuan got out of the car and threw the car door, behind him, Zhou Qichuan's gentle and lazy voice sounded.

As if he hadn't heard anything, Song Zhiyuan directly "bang~" and slammed the car door shut.

Zhou Qichuan sat in the car and squinted at the swaying figure she left, and the tip of his tongue unconsciously swept the tooth socket.

Song Zhiyuan arrived at the office and immediately called a meeting of his own group.

She was promoted, and the number of people under her command naturally increased, from the original nine to the current thirteen, with one more supervisor and three colleagues under this supervisor.

The group's 50th anniversary celebration is a major event, and Song Zhiyuan is fully responsible, but the meeting is not only about discussing this one thing.

Yesterday, Song Zhiyuan flipped through the relevant information of the group's previous important activities and celebrations, and already had a general direction in his heart, but the details need to be improved by the following colleagues.

In the afternoon, Song Zhiyuan had already made a general plan and budget for the celebration, and after discussing with Du Yanheng, Song Zhiyuan sent the plan to Zhou Qichuan.

About half an hour later, Zhou Qichuan's secretary called and said that Song Zhiyuan and Du Yanheng should go to his office together.

Zhou Qichuan has one thing that is not bad, that is, there is a clear distinction between public and private.

After printing out his plan, Song Zhiyuan went to the top floor with Du Yanheng.

When the two of them came out of the elevator and were about to walk in the direction of Zhou Qichuan's office, suddenly, a loud "bang~" sound came in the air.

Song Zhiyuan was frightened and flinched, and his footsteps immediately stopped.

After careful identification, the voice came from Zhou Qichuan's office.

"Okay, you really have stiff wings, much better than I did back then." Immediately afterwards, Zhou Jiangyuan's roar came from inside Zhou Qichuan's half-hidden office door.

"Blue is better than blue, it's good for dad to teach." Zhou Qichuan's voice sounded humble, but in fact, it was full of mixed energy, and it was very careless.

"You—better your insistence is right, otherwise, I won't be able to spare you."

Song Zhiyuan and Du Yanheng stopped more than ten meters away from the door of Zhou Qichuan's office, and soon saw Zhou Jiangyuantie walking out of it with a calm face and anger.

Seeing Song Zhiyuan, Zhou Jiangyuan snorted coldly, turned around and walked in the direction of the chairman's office.

Song Zhiyuan looked at him, took a deep breath, and asked Zhou Qichuan's secretary next to him, "Can we go in now?" ”

"Wait a minute, I'll go in and ask." The secretary was also very frightened, so he trotted all the way to the door of Zhou Qichuan's office, knocked on the door and reported respectfully, "Vice President, Director Du and Manager Song have arrived." ”

"Let them in."

"Yes." The secretary agreed, quickly turned back, and made a gesture of invitation to Song Zhiyuan and the two of them.

Song Zhiyuan nodded and thanked him, and together with Du Yanheng, he stepped in.

As soon as he walked to the door of Zhou Qichuan's office, he saw broken glass beads scattered all over the ground and more than a dozen cigarette butts on the ground.

"Be careful!"

Inside, Zhou Qichuan looked down at the document and reminded without raising his head.

Song Zhiyuan lifted his eyes, glanced at him, frowned slightly in his eyebrows, and continued to walk in.

"Vice President."

"Vice President."

Coming to Zhou Qichuan's desk, the two of them opened their mouths to say hello.

Zhou Qichuan bowed his head slightly, still without raising his head, and said, "Sit." ”

Song Zhiyuan and Du Yanheng nodded, and each pulled out a chair and sat down.

After reading a document, Zhou Qichuan "brushed" and signed in the lower right corner of the document, threw the document aside, and finally raised his head, his deep and serious gaze fell on Song Zhiyuan's face, "Manager Song, anniversary celebration, tell me your specific thoughts." ”

Song Zhiyuan nodded, and on the basis of the plan he wrote, he said his thoughts more perfectly.

After Song Zhiyuan finished speaking, Du Yanheng nodded appreciatively and added two more points.

Zhou Qichuan leaned back in the chair, propped his hands on the armrests, crossed his fingers, and after listening carefully, he nodded and said, "There is nothing wrong with your plans and ideas, but the budget can be appropriately increased, and there is also the column of star singing performances, one of which I want to change to classical dance." ”

Classical dance.

Almost instantly, Song Zhiyuan thought of Su Wanguan.

Sure enough, immediately, Zhou Qichuan said to Song Zhiyuan, "Manager Song, Su Wanguan's classical dance is very good, you go talk to her." ”

.......