After a long time, I reached out and picked up my mobile phone, found a number in the phone book, and dialed it out.

When the other party answered, it was determined that it was the voice of the person he was looking for, and the corners of his mouth slowly hooked up a sneer, "Dong Zhang, I'm in the company, and I want to invite you over for a cup of tea." ”

As he spoke, his eyes kept staring at the computer screen, and his eyes flashed with a cold light.

The other party did not refuse, his voice trembled and agreed, and the cold arc of Yan Rusheng's lips widened, "Okay, I'll wait for you in the company with boiling water and tea." ”

After the lawyer packed up all the documents, he walked up to Yan Rusheng, looked at his gloomy face, and nodded resignedly, "Mr. Yan." ”

Wait for him to speak.

Yan Rusheng held the mouse in his hand and continued to look at the computer screen without looking up, "You go outside and wait for a while." ”

"Yes!" The lawyer nodded in response, turned around, and walked out the door.

Half an hour later, an old man about sixty years old rushed to Yan Rusheng's office.

The top of the old man's head was a little bald, and when he saw Yan Rusheng, he smiled slightly, "Mr. Yan." ”

Yan Rusheng glanced at the old man with a smile, and the smile made the old man's body tremble, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

Then, Yan Rusheng pressed the armrests of the chair with both hands, and with a strong support, his long body stood up.

He pointed to the sofa and politely said to the old man in front of him, "Zhang Dong, please sit down, I'll make tea." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Dong shook his head in fear and waved his hand, "No, no, no, I'm not thirsty." ”

He thought, borrowing his ten guts, he didn't dare to drink the tea made by the president himself.

Are his hands the hands that make tea?

Yan Rusheng frowned slightly, "Zhang Dong comes to my office once in a while, and he is an elder, even if he is not thirsty, this tea must be brewed, I am not the kind of person who does not understand etiquette." ”

As he spoke, he walked in the direction of the water cooler.

Bah! You know etiquette, and there is no one in the world who doesn't know etiquette!

Zhang Dong glared at Yan Rusheng's back hatefully, slandered indignantly, and then hurriedly caught up with Yan Rusheng's footsteps, with a flattering smile on his face, "Mr. Yan, I really don't want to drink, don't bother." ”

A thin, barely visible bead of sweat erupted from his forehead, glistening in the warm white light.

Yan Rusheng's unusual politeness made the ominous premonition in his heart stronger and stronger.

"Zhang Dong, you are being polite to me, my excellent tea is ready, you don't drink it because you look down on me?" Yan Rusheng raised his eyebrows in displeasure, and his handsome face was really a little darker.

Zhang Dong hurriedly shook his head and explained, "No, no, no, I think it is absolutely impossible to let Mr. Yan personally make tea for me." ”

He paused in his voice, and then said, "Then I'll come to soak, I'll come." ”

Before he could finish speaking, he had already stepped forward.

Yan Rusheng put his hands into the pockets of his straight suit pants, looked at Zhang Dong's back with a sly look, and his tone was fake politeness, "How embarrassing is this, after all, you came to me." ”

As he spoke, he walked forward, his steps sloppy and without any sincerity.

Zhang Dong turned around and said with a smile: "Rongsheng also has a part of me, and Mr. Yan will see the outside world when he says this." ”

Yan Rusheng smiled, and the curvature of the lip flap became larger and larger, "That...... There is Lao Zhang Dong. ”

Zhang Dong: "......"

Although I hate itchy, I can't help it.

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