Can't help feeling for you: can't live without you

Chapter 32 How to say love (1)
Regarding love, it is really difficult for him to describe such a thing that has no substance and cannot be found.

Old Chen came over very fast, and Dong Zhiwei got into the car under the watchful eyes of Yuan's mother. The kindness, enthusiasm and anticipation in the old man's eyes made her wish she could shrink her body into a small spot.

Why didn't Yuan Jingrui make it clear to his mother that they had no relationship at all?Or did he just not bother to explain?

She knew that Mother Yuan's misunderstanding would not work. Chen Wenwen had already come to the door. Even if Mother Yuan cared about her back then, as long as Yuan Jingrui chose, what would it matter?It was her who was the most inexplicable. Even his whim was resolutely pushed away by her, but now Yuan Jingrui's mother continued to misunderstand the relationship between her and Yuan Jingrui.

The car was running quickly and steadily on the streets of Shanghai at night. Old Chen sat silently on the driver's seat as usual, holding the steering wheel with both hands. Dong Zhiwei looked ahead and asked strangely, "Aren't you going back to the company? This road is not right. .”

"Mr. Yuan is still in the hotel." Old Chen said concisely.

Dong Zhiwei knew that the banquet that Yuan Jingrui attended tonight was held in a five-star hotel by the river. Before that, she was surprised that Chen Wenwen didn't accompany her, but appeared alone at Yuan's mother's house. Could it be that Yuan Jingrui didn't even have a female companion? I didn't bring it, I went to the banquet alone.

"Want to have a meeting at the hotel?" She asked one more question. Although she was a little surprised, it wasn't surprising. Now that video technology is advanced, even if you have a meeting with someone from the other side of the world, you only need a computer. Yuan Jingrui flew over When flying away, she often sees stitches like this. She saw it a lot when she was his secretary in the past.

It's just that she is no longer his personal secretary, and it's been a long time since she was suddenly called to go to the front of the saddle, and she suddenly received such a call, which was very unexpected.

The hotel is by the river. When February was almost March, the coldest season in Shanghai, Lao Chen drove the car out of the tunnel and turned to Maoyue.The car was very quiet. Through the car window, Dong Zhiwei saw pairs of couples walking by the street holding hands, the hair of the girl without a hat was flying in the wind, and the New Year lights on the street trees were still on. Like stars, spread out along the wide avenue.

Lao Chen finally parked the car in the underground garage of the hotel. Zhan Youcheng called at the right time, telling her which floor the meeting was held in the suite. Dong Zhiwei looked at the time, and it was only in the early ten o'clock. The banquet might have just ended, and the connection was just right , wasting no time.

Before getting out of the car, Lao Chen suddenly called her, "Secretary Dong."

She hadn't been Yuan Jingrui's secretary for two or three months, but old Chen Ming was used to this title and never changed it, nor did she correct him.

Maybe it's because she still has some unspeakable nostalgia for those days in her heart, which is really shameful.

Dong Zhiwei stopped pushing the door, turned her head, and saw Lao Chen's eyes meeting hers in the rearview mirror.

Old Chen said, "Secretary Dong, Mr. Yuan is working hard, can't you see that?"

Dong Zhiwei was stunned on the spot.

Old Chen simply turned his head back to look at her, with a nonchalant expression, "Secretary Dong, I'm a vulgar person, and I can't beat around the bush, but Mr. Yuan has taken care of you and me these days, and he has never treated anyone else. Women have been so caring, do you know that in the days when you just came back from Chengdu, he was waiting for you at the window every day, watching you all the time when you left, and when you rejected him, he was so sad that he left the next day. "

Dong Zhiwei lowered his head, his heart seemed to be touched by someone reaching in, "How do you know that he is watching..."

"Aunt Zhong said, Secretary Dong, some things are still seen most clearly by others. What are you afraid of? No matter how big a boss he is, he is still a man. When he likes a woman, any man is the same. He only wants her Happy, he just likes you, and he won't do anything to you? Why do you avoid him like this? "

"He doesn't like me." Dong Zhiwei couldn't keep silent any longer, raised his head to explain himself, "Well, maybe he thought about it, but you see, he quickly forgot, and now Ms. Chen is here too , and his past..."

"What's wrong with Mr. Yuan's past?" Old Chen suddenly became excited, "Secretary Dong, don't listen to other people's nonsense. If others don't believe him, don't you believe him?"

The car door was pulled open, and Zhan Youcheng's voice sounded from above, "Miss Dong, can you go up? The meeting is about to begin."

The brief conversation ended immediately, Dong Zhiwei got out of the car, Zhan Youcheng went to the elevator with her, Dong Zhiwei never looked back, but she knew that old Chen was looking at her silently, full of disapproval.

Sure enough, Yuan Jingrui was already in the suite. When Dong Zhiwei arrived, the meeting had already started. The LCD screen temporarily connected to the computer on the wall showed the scene in the meeting room on the other side of the ocean. Someone was standing in front of the camera talking, speaking English, The speed is very fast, accompanied by large gestures.

There were a lot of people in the suite. In addition to Yuan Jingrui and several high-level executives from EMT, there were also two members of the special team from DM. The meeting was about the road show. The first stop of the road show was originally arranged in Stockholm, but now it is temporarily changed to In Zurich, many details need to be finalized. The plane will be on the plane tomorrow, and the road show will start the day after tomorrow. Time is tight, so even if there is a gap, the transoceanic meeting must be held.

Everyone in the suite knew Dong Zhiwei, and the two DMs were no exception. Dong Zhiwei also recognized them—Mr. Yamada, who only drank green tea, and Mr. Smith, who only drank a mocha with creamer and no sugar added.

When Yamada and Smith saw Dong Zhiwei coming in, they smiled and nodded at her. Yuan Jingrui was sitting on the sofa by the window, still wearing formal attire for the banquet, listening to the person in the video while looking down at the stack of documents in his hand. Hearing the sound of pushing the door, he just turned his head and looked at her, and didn't speak, but straightened his body that was leaning on the back of the sofa.

She could tell at a glance that he had been drinking, not a lot, his black eyes were moist, probably because he felt the heat in the room, and he even took off his coat, wearing only a black vest over his shirt, and sat up a little Afterwards, the waistline appears narrower.

He was visibly thinner than the last time she saw him up close, and there was some fatigue in his brows and eyes. She didn't know how others felt, but in her opinion, this man hadn't changed since he was injured. She fully recovered, perhaps because of the intensive and complicated workload, what Lao Chen said was still ringing in her ears, but Dong Zhiwei refused to continue thinking about it.

She also forgot the question she had originally thought up. When she walked into the elevator, she told herself that after seeing Yuan Jingrui, she must ask him why she was asked to attend the meeting, but when she saw him, she forgot again.

Zhan Youcheng was very busy. After taking her into the suite, she received a call and then went out. She didn't think it was strange. Being Yuan Jingrui's secretary always had countless things to deal with.

Dong Zhiwei put down his bag and waited for Yuan Jingrui's instructions. After he had a few words with the people in the conference room on the other side of the video, he turned his head to her again, but instead of assigning a task, he just said, "Sit down, don't stand there."

Smith and Yamada gave up the empty seats around them at the same time. Dong Zhiwei didn't sit next to any of them, but sat on the only empty sofa. The waiter also opened the door and came in at this moment, asking her softly if she needed anything.

Dong Zhiwei took a look at the snacks and fruits on the coffee table, most of them were untouched, and the table was full of coffee, probably for refreshment in consideration of the meeting at night.

She glanced at the busy men, stood up after thinking about it, and signaled the waiter to go outside with her to talk.

Maoyue’s service is really considerate. The dining car arrived within 5 minutes. The waiter brought in the hot tea and coffee, and replaced the cold cups on the coffee table. Everyone had their habits in front of them. Yamada quickly picked up the green tea, and after thanking the waiter, he bowed to Dong Zhiwei according to the old habit. Smith was more direct, holding his own Mocha and exclaiming, "Miss Dong, it's great to have you here." .”

The black tea placed in front of Yuan Jingrui was extremely dark in color.She knew his habits. Yuan Jingrui only drank plain water when he was working, but after drinking, he must drink very strong black tea. When did you develop a bad habit.That's why she used to carry it with him when she was on business trips. She got used to it, and now there are tea bags in her bag, and she always forgot to take them out. She didn't expect to use them again today.

Yuan Jingrui also picked up the cup and took a sip, then smiled at her and said, "Thank you."

Dong Zhiwei lowered her head in this long-lost smile. The senior executives in the company knew about her position change, and she didn't know how to respond in front of these familiar people.

But after that, everything became logical. After Zhan Youcheng returned to the suite, he continued to be responsible for recording and organizing meetings, and handling some incoming calls from time to time. Dong Zhiwei also kept busy to a certain extent. Although they were all trivial matters, Once you start doing it, you can't stop.After being busy like this for a while, she suddenly thought of another matter. Seeing that everyone in the room was busy, she didn't interrupt them, but quietly went out the door, went downstairs to the place where the banquet was just now, and asked the waiter if they were busy. There are things Mr. Yuan has forgotten.

She only saw Yuan Jingrui's suit jacket on the hanger in the suite. In such a cold day, it is impossible for him to go out wearing only a shirt and a suit. At least he must have a coat. From what she knows about him, if no one reminds him, then After the banquet, he mostly didn't take his coat.

As she expected, the waiter quickly found Yuan Jingrui's forgotten coat from the clothing room. The second she got the coat, Dong Zhiwei was suddenly in a daze, feeling that nothing had happened or changed. Secretary Dong beside him was silently doing what she thought she should do, taking everything for granted.

When she returned to the suite, the room was deserted when she opened the door. It turned out that everyone had dispersed. She hesitated a little, and walked in a little further, and saw Yuan Jingrui lying alone on the sofa.

He is such a tall and slender man, dressed in formal attire, but with both feet resting on the coffee table, he is not refined at all.

Dong Zhiwei put the coat on the sofa beside him, "Mr. Yuan, your coat."

He glanced at it and only said, "You took it back." Of course.

"The meeting is over, can I go?" She asked him softly, after thinking about it, she said, "Do you want Master Chen to prepare the car?"

"No, I'll sleep here tonight," he told her.

There was a brief silence between the two of them, he looked at her, she looked at the ground, split, part of him urging her to go away, part of him asking her to come closer to him.

"Then I..." She heard her own voice, hesitantly.

"You..." He spoke with her at the same time, "You stay, stay for a while." After he finished speaking, he paused for a second, his voice lowered, and slowly, "Is that okay?"

She sat down and felt that she had been pressed down by some unknown force. He seemed to smile, but it was not with complacency, but made her even more sad.

He said to her, "Thank you."

She looked up, looked at him more carefully than ever, and then stood up quickly.

She walked up to him and put her hand on the side of his neck. He didn't react too much, allowing her to touch him so suddenly.She was startled by the temperature under her palm and the rapid beating of her arteries, and then she lowered her head to look at his face. He was always leaning on the sofa, looking up at her, his eyes wet after drinking. When looking at her with black eyes, it was as if through a layer of mist, and her lips were unusually red.

The place was almost full of people just now, including her, but no one noticed that the man was so burned that he was about to pass out.

She tensed up and began to react quickly.

"You have a fever. I'll ask Master Chen to come up. We need to go to the hospital right away."

He refused her, "I won't go."

She frowned, "The temperature is very high, it's impossible not to go to the hospital."

He held her wrist, removed her hand from his neck, but did not let her go again, only said, "It doesn't matter, I will retreat in the morning, it has been like this for the past few days."

She gasped, "It's been a few days? Why didn't you say it?"

He squinted at her and didn't speak, but the meaning in his eyes was obvious.

To whom?

She stayed there, she knew this man, because she was always in good health, she never took these things to heart.She also encountered such a situation when she was his secretary. He refused to go to the hospital. She called the doctor, and she wrote down all the doctor's orders, and she counted the time three times a day. Put the prepared medicine on his table, he drank it and asked her, "What kind of thing is this?" - no consciousness of being sick at all.

She didn't want to talk about him, but even Optimus Prime had to do maintenance occasionally, how could anyone not care about his body so much.

"I'll call the doctor." Dong Zhiwei conceded. The company hired a private doctor to serve the high-level executives. She was always on call, and she had a phone number stored in her phone.

He was noncommittal, and said, "I'm leaving tomorrow." He turned his head as he spoke, feeling uncomfortable and unwilling to speak out, like a child.

She can't laugh or cry, what should I do?She was confused, and she felt guilty seeing him like this.

"I know." She stood beside him, bent over, and spoke softly and patiently, "Go to sleep for a while, I'll call you when the doctor comes."

He glanced at her, eyes soaked in moisture, soft.He ordered himself countless times not to look at her anymore, but he couldn't help calling her when he was extremely tired.She came, doing the most insignificant and trivial things quietly and gently, like a little mother, making everything that was originally messy and messy comfortable and pleasant.

He can no longer turn a blind eye to her magic as he used to, see, he loves her, everything becomes simple and bearable when she is there, but this fleeting joy is quickly replaced by loss.

She didn't love him, for some reason she didn't want to tell him, even though she was still around him as before, she didn't love him.

He closed his eyes and answered her in unspeakable loneliness, "Okay."

The doctor came quickly and gave the patient injections and prescribed medicines very efficiently. Colds and fevers are very common in this season. The doctor didn't give too serious advice or warnings, and just talked with Dong Zhiwei in the corridor after everything was over. We chatted a few words.

The doctor is quite old, and has been in Chengfang for many years, and he is very familiar with Dong Zhiwei, so he speaks straightforwardly, "Secretary Dong, you have to remind Mr. Yuan that no matter how good your health is, you can't take it lightly. He was injured a while ago. I don’t agree with just going around at all, the current situation has something to do with not recovering well, the next step is a road show, right? Pay more attention when Secretary Dong is accompanying you.”

Dong Zhi frowned slightly, "I was transferred to the administration department two months ago, and I am no longer Mr. Yuan's secretary."

The doctor froze for a moment, and then let out a soft "ah", with some meaning of "that's how it is",
"Then... I'll come back if you have any questions." The doctor finally said this, hesitant to speak, and didn't continue.

After Dong Zhiwei said goodbye to the doctor, she stood alone in the corridor for a long time, with the thick and soft carpet under her feet. She walked a few steps towards the suite, walked back, turned back, and stepped back again. Repeatedly, the gray carpet was worn away. There are two traces of light color.

Back and forth, it was like grinding on her heart.

what to do?She was afraid to face him, and she cared about him more than ever.

The waiter in charge of this floor came over and had known her in a short time, smiled warmly, and asked her, "Miss, do you need anything else?"

As if waking up from a dream, she responded briefly, shaking her head, and the waiter bowed, "Your room is over here."

She was sent back to the suite. After entering, the room was still deserted. Yuan Jingrui was still sitting on the sofa without making a sound.

She went to look at him and found that he had closed his eyes and fell asleep just like that.

It was the first time she saw him sleeping, and he didn't sleep very well, his brows were frowned, his eyes were closed, and the usual sharpness was gone.

She actually came in to say goodbye, but seeing that he was asleep, she hesitated for a moment, thinking about waking him up, how could she let him sleep on the sofa all night?
Yuan Jingrui opened his eyes the moment Dong Zhiwei's hand touched him, his forehead was covered with sweat.In such a short period of ten minutes, he actually had a nightmare. In the dream, Chen Wenwen's clothes were shredded and curled up in the corner, and Cheng Huimei was crying bitterly at him while covering her face. It passed, but still couldn't turn around to turn a blind eye, and Dong Zhiwei stood not far away, looking at him and them coldly.

Then he was woken up, and in front of him was Dong Zhiwei's face, looking at him with a lot of nervousness, completely different from the one in the dream.

He grabbed her hand, fixed his eyes on hers, and said in a hoarse voice, "Dong Zhiwei, don't go away."

She was frightened by him, not because of being caught, but because of the sweat on his face and the expression on his face.

She replied almost without thinking, "Okay, I'm here, don't go away."

He had regained consciousness in these tens of seconds, but he was still happy for her answer, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

He looked at her, "No, you'd better go back."

She was at a loss.

"Go back and pack your luggage. You also want to participate in the road show."

Dong Zhiwei was stunned. When she was Yuan Jingrui's secretary, she was of course also included in the roadshow list. The visa had already been completed a few months ago, but so many things happened later, and she finally went to the administrative department. Department, how can there be any reason for the executives to follow the boss everywhere before the company goes public?

He looked away during her short silence, his voice was still hoarse, "What? Not obeying the company's arrangement?"

(End of this chapter)