Rise in the glory of the king system

Chapter 678 Rejection
Half an hour later, Diao Chan looked at the man eating skewers in front of him. Although his movements were still elegant when dining in high society, it seemed that he no longer felt any rejection of this kind of small stall.

It's just... a man with a handsome appearance is sitting at a roadside stall eating skewers. Diao Chan couldn't help laughing when he saw this unharmonious picture.

She held her face with a smile, and there was a smile in her maroon eyes, probably because she drank some beer. Her fair face was slightly flushed, as beautiful as the sunset glow in the sky.

"Director, does the barbecue taste good?"

The corners of Zhao Yun's lips raised slightly, but he noticed that she was staring at him with a smile that was not a smile. He quickly adjusted his expression, put down the bamboo stick, and wiped the corner of his mouth with a tissue.

".generally."

Taste is good, but dignity is more important than this.

He was sullen and didn't show any emotion on his face.

Diao Chan's eyes fell on the trash can that was almost full of bamboo sticks at his feet, and she curled her lips, "Obviously there are twice as many bamboo sticks as mine."

Zhao Yun was choked by her words that were similar to piercing, and pretended to sit up straight inadvertently, staring lazily at the passers-by on the street, and his tone was light.

"Do you want to have your wages deducted?"

"." How did he grasp her fatal weakness so quickly?

Diao Chan was stunned for no reason, and lowered her eyebrows in a very useless way.

"You pretend I didn't say anything"

Zhao Yun was amused by her reaction, and the corners of his thin mouth curled up nicely.

His facial features were already well-proportioned and exquisite, and such a smile made the icing on the cake even better. The women passing by couldn't help but take a few extra glances at this side, all of them could not hide their astonishment The more daring ones were eager to try, and wanted to come forward to ask for contact information, but seeing a girl sitting beside him, reluctantly gave up the idea.

Diao Chan always felt that she seemed to be blocking many of his peach blossoms.

She hesitated for a moment, and carefully glanced at the position beside her.

Zhao Yun didn't notice those women standing on the street paying attention to him at all, as if they were used to it.He stood up quickly, went to pay the money neatly, and turned his eyes to the girl who was still sitting there in a daze.

"Let's go."

He paused, ".Do you still want to eat?"

"No no."

Diao Chan quickly stood up, walked a few steps, and stopped again.

"Well, director, I want to buy some more barbecue for my brother to pack and take home. He hasn't eaten yet."

Zhao Yun caught up with him, "You still have a younger brother?"

She scratched her hair—it was true that her family situation had not been mentioned to him.

Zhao Yun was silent.

Although he always felt that her family situation seemed to be very complicated, it was her privacy after all, and it was not easy for him to ask, so he turned around wordlessly and leaned against the lamp post to wait for her.

Diao Chan didn't dare to keep Zhao Yun waiting, but chose a few cold dishes that his younger brother liked to eat on weekdays, and hurried over with a white disposable lunch box.

"Director..."

Under the dim light of the street lamp, the man's handsome and handsome facial features showed no expression, but they were made more three-dimensional and delicate by the light.

Diao Chan hesitated to speak, her fair cheeks were dyed bright red, and her chestnut eyes were full of mottled light.

He waited for her next words for a long time but didn't hear her speak again, so he looked away indifferently.

"You don't need to call me 'Director' after get off work, just call me by my name."

Diao Chan froze, blinked helplessly, and quickly waved her hands.

"It's still... let's go."

This kind of answer was really beyond his expectations. Zhao Yun frowned, not understanding the whole story, and asked instinctively:

"why?"

"That's actually because of."

Diao Chan struggled for a long time, her pretty face tensed, as if she had considered how Zhao Yun would react after telling the truth, so she could only lower her volume and watch the expression on his face carefully.

"...I don't know your name."

Zhao Yun's expression was completely gloomy as she expected.

"Diao Chan.!"

The person whose name was called shrunk his neck in a hopeless manner, his face flushed, and then he mustered up the courage to raise his face and looked up at Zhao Yun, who had changed his expression, with innocent eyes.

"You didn't tell me your name, it's not my fault"

Zhao Yun's face was cold, and his tone gradually became unceremonious.

"Go back and copy the word 'Zhao Yun' five hundred times, and hand it to me when you go to work tomorrow."

Diao Chan was stunned, "It doesn't need to be so much, you just need to tell me once, and I will remember..."

Before she finished speaking, the slightly dangerous look on the man's face made her choose to compromise.

"Okay, okay, just copy it..."

She lowered her face with lingering fear, and at this moment she only dared to glance at him secretly from the corner of her eye, as if once she looked directly into his emotionally charged eyes, her whole body would be burned.

Zhao Yun glanced at the embarrassed expression of the girl behind him, lowered his chin, and suddenly changed the topic.

"...tell me your phone number."

It seemed that it was inappropriate to be so direct, he paused for a second, and added, "...needed by work."

Diao Chan blinked hesitantly, always feeling that something was wrong, but the reason seemed to make no sense, so she obediently reported her number to him smoothly.

Zhao Yun saved the number, and his gloomy mood just now improved.

"Okay, I'll take you home."

Diao Chan subconsciously took a look at the completely dark sky, and the thought that had just flashed across her heart revived again.

Still...you have to keep a little distance.

After all, it's just a superior-subordinate relationship. If she stood by his side like this, if it affects his lifelong events such as dating, wouldn't she be very wrong?

Thinking of this, Diao Chan lowered her eyes, organized her words in her heart, and said softly:
"Director, thank you for giving me this job regardless of previous suspicions, and for inviting me to dinner. But you are my boss, and I really have no reason to bother you, and I don't want to waste your precious time, so... I can go home by myself gone."

Diao Chan's thoughts drifted back, and she guiltyly put down the two pens in her hand.

"No...no, how is it possible? How could I be like that..."

She was suddenly glad that she was at home. If she faced him face to face at this moment, her guilty expression would probably expose her very soon.

She crouched back to the desk in a dying state, and the handwriting in her pen became more and more messy and disorderly.

"Director... Fortunately, the strokes of your name are not that complicated. If you were called 'Taotie' or something like that, my fingers would be useless."

Zhao Yun couldn't help laughing at her resentful tone, but he purposely kept his voice tense to scare her.

"Your suggestion is very good, you can consider it."

Diao Chan thought he was coming for real, so her brain immediately woke up a bit, her face, which was not very good, turned pale again, and her voice was involuntarily tinged with soft and waxy crying.

"Director... the name Zhao Taotie doesn't sound good..."

That tone of voice, which was akin to coquettishness, stirred Zhao Yun's heart to a certain degree. He squinted his eyes, and inexplicably saw the girl's fair cheeks dyed red in front of his eyes. He couldn't tell what kind of thing he was hiding inside. Emotions, to put it simply, are...

A little irritable.

Zhao Yun instinctively suppressed the inexplicable emotions surging up in his heart, his eyes gradually deepened, and the smile gradually faded from his eyes.

The sixth sense told him that enough is enough.

He was silent for a while, lowering his voice in an evasive manner.

"Stop talking, you go to bed early."

Diao Chan listened to the busy tone of the call ending suddenly coming from the mobile phone, and was stunned for a long time before realizing that he had hung up the phone, and choked out a sentence angrily:
"Let me copy the name five hundred times and let me go to bed early? How can I go to bed early?! This Zhao Taotie!"

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In the early morning of the next day, Diao Chan didn't bother Yi Xing to take her to the company anymore, but took the bus to work by herself.

However, it was the rush hour for commuting, and it was inevitable to encounter serious traffic jams. Diao Chan was sitting on the window seat, looking anxiously at the time displayed on her phone. She originally went half an hour earlier to try to buy a car nearby. It's early, let alone buy breakfast now, I'm afraid I'm going to be late for work.

She stood up and checked the road ahead, but seeing that the traffic jam still showed no signs of improvement, she had to ask the driver to drop her off the car halfway.

She was thankful that the traffic jam was only 10 minutes away from the company. If she rushed there at this time, she should still have more than ten minutes to have breakfast.

At the same time, Zhao Yun noticed that there was a traffic jam ahead, so he wisely chose to take another road.

The royal blue sports car turned a corner and drove into another small road that was not too wide.

The new route was unimpeded all the way, but it was only a few minutes longer than the normal time required for the original road. Zhao Yun held the steering wheel, stared at the company building not far away, slightly stepped on the brakes, and slowed down the speed of the car.

He glanced out the passenger window casually.

At the entrance of the supermarket, a familiar figure was squatting at the door, holding a piece of bread in his hand, gnawing hungrily like a homeless man who had been hungry for three days and three nights.

He froze for a moment, subconsciously stepped on the brakes.

Zhao Yun turned his head and squinted at the supermarket gate diagonally behind him. After confirming that the figure squatting at the door eating bread was Diao Chan himself, he hooked his lips in a funny way.

His little assistant surprises him in different ways every day, doesn't he?
The sports car began to reverse slowly, and finally stopped steadily at the entrance of the supermarket.

Diao Chan hasn't noticed this yet, she's still gnawing on the bread, her eyes squinting contentedly.

Zhao Yun lowered the co-pilot's window, turned his face sideways and frowned at her eating, which was really not elegant.

Diao Chan chewed the bread, and the moment she raised her eyes, she happened to meet those blue eyes.

The movement of chewing in her mouth stopped immediately, she was startled, she let go of her hand, and contributed the half-eaten bread to the ground like this.

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The atmosphere in the small carriage was strange because of the scene just now.

Zhao Yun glanced at the girl sitting in the passenger seat staring out the window, knowing that she was feeling extremely embarrassed now, and he couldn't help but think of the way she was chewing bread in his mind, which was really funny.

"From now on, don't squat at the door to eat. You are my secretary now. Please pay attention to your image."

"Oh…"

Diao Chan turned her face sideways, and when she heard his words, she wanted to bury her face in her chest.

Zhao Yun didn't wait for her expected apology, so he gave her a sideways look, "Why this reaction?"

She pressed her face to the car window, looking at her silhouette reflected in the window, with a bitter expression on her face.

"Otherwise, what else can I say? You saw it all..."

As if the sky was about to fall, she stared at the car window showing her loveless expression at the moment, and Zhao Yun's still calm and indifferent side face, she rolled her eyes, and turned her head to look at he.

"You're not going to fire me, are you?"

Zhao Yun, who never had such a plan, unconsciously raised the corner of his mouth——

Why is she always worried about whether he will fire her?

Could it be that the impression he left on her was really so unreasonable?

He had a sullen face, deliberately not showing any expression to let her guess.

"Maybe. So you have to behave well before I consider keeping you."

After getting the expected answer, Diao Chan drooped his head listlessly, glanced at the man who was concentrating on driving from the corner of his eye, hesitated for a few seconds, but couldn't help but softly defended.

"I don't know if food can be brought into the office...Eating while walking is easy to eat dust into the stomach. I squatted in front of the supermarket to eat bread because I was in a hurry...I just got stuck in traffic, and I don't want to be late..."

She paused, and her tone added a bit of resentment.

"The bicycle was damaged by you, so I have no choice but to catch the bus."

Zhao Yunjing only remembered the rotten bicycle that was completely scrapped after she mentioned it like this.

God knows how many years she has been riding her bicycle, otherwise how could it be completely broken with just a slight bump?
Zhao Yun parked the car at the entrance of the company. In order to save time, he handed the key to the security guard at the entrance as usual, and he drove the car into the underground garage and parked it.

The security guard took the key and saw a beautiful girl stepping out of the passenger seat with a stunned expression on her face.

He has never seen a woman sitting in the director's car. One of his impressions of the director is that he keeps himself clean, so the reason for this situation can only be...

He turned his mind flexibly, and blurted out the address formed in his mind, with a flattering tone in his tone.

"Madam Director...?"

As soon as the words fell, he was slapped hard on the forehead.

Zhao Yun took back his hand solemnly, with no emotion in his tone.

"This is my assistant."

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Diao Chan followed Zhao Yun into the office, and he had been uncharacteristically silent since just now, and she didn't understand how she had offended him again, so she could only follow in silence.

It would be bad if his nerves were wrong and he wanted to deduct her salary.

Diao Chan suddenly remembered that the paper with his name copied five hundred times was still in her bag.

Taking advantage of the time when Zhao Yun sat down on the office chair to rest, she quickly took out the carefully folded A4 paper from her bag, and spread it out on his desk.

After all this was done, she lowered her head and peeked at his reaction from the corner of her eye.

Zhao Yun glanced sideways at her, reached out to pick up the thin paper, glanced over the paper with eyes that couldn't see any joy or anger, and directly complained to the point without thinking:

"The words are getting uglier."

The handwriting was pretty and beautiful at the beginning, but later on it started to be twisted and unsightly.

However... this can also indirectly prove that she is not lazy.

"You didn't say you have to be neat."

Diao Chan reflexively retorted, and after noticing his gaze, she hastily smiled, "I mean...my handwriting isn't pretty..."

Zhao Yun put down the paper with his name written on it, crossed his fingers and propped up his chin to look at her with such a charming smile.

The alarm in Diao Chan's brain sounded again——

If she remembers correctly, the last time he showed this expression was when he asked her to clean the whole company, right?

"Then Miss Diaochan, the floors that were not cleaned yesterday, shall we continue today?"

as predicted.

Diao Chan closed her eyes, frowned slightly, her pretty face was tense.

Still can't escape...

Therefore, the devil is the devil, and he will not become an angel just because he treats her to a barbecue.

Diao Chan suppressed her voice, and replied slightly annoyed:
"understood!"

Hearing her angry tone, Zhao Yun felt that she had no lethality. It was not so much to flirt with him, but rather to be angry with herself.He laughed in a low voice in a happy mood, and left the office with his eyes on her back. The door was closed deliberately quickly, but he didn't dare to slow down the speed at the moment when the door was about to close, and finally closed the door silently.

The spacious office sank back into silence.

The smile on Zhao Yun's face faded away, his eyes fell on the paper with his name written on it on the table, his blue eyes were slightly bright, and his smile was mottled.

After a short pause, he picked up the thin A4 paper and put it in the drawer of the desk where important documents were placed.

After finishing all this, he leaned back in his chair and stared thoughtfully at the world outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The words the girl said in the car in the morning are still in my ears.

"The bicycle was damaged by you, so I have no choice but to catch the bus."

He lowered his eyes, thinking of the tattered bicycle that was beyond recognition, and how she was squatting pitifully at the door of the supermarket eating bread.

Zhao Yun's eyes flickered slightly, he hesitated for a moment, and took out his mobile phone to make a call.

(End of this chapter)