She was fired after she refused to be the CEO's dog licker.

I ultimately declined both of their offers.

I am still aware of my own body.

After a night, the burning sensation was obviously gone when I woke up in the morning, but I didn't dare to take it lightly. After returning to the company, I still took stomach medicine.

Investors feel sorry for the little guy, and I feel sorry for the project. After all, I still have to make a lot of money from this game, but I have to take good care of myself.

However, when I was taking stomach medicine, the attentive Wang Jia saw me. He said with a look of shame: "Sister Nanxu, it's my fault. You shouldn't have been left to work overtime alone."

So after seven o'clock in the evening, no one else left.

I felt quite pleased and suggested adding dinner tonight, but Wang Jia stopped me: "No, dinner will be here soon."

I thought it was Wang Jia who had ordered takeout in advance, but within a moment, I saw Yan Dong walking in carrying a large, square box.

There was a mist on his glasses, and he looked like he was in a hurry.

I looked at him doubtfully and asked, "Why is the class committee member here?"

"I'm not telling you, Brother Dong, the efficiency is a bit low. Sister Nanxu and I are almost starving."

I looked at Wang Jia, then at Yan Dong, and finally locked my eyes on the big box in his hand, and asked, "Isn't this what contains dinner?"

Yan Dong raised the corners of his lips and praised, "Very smart."

He actually brought four dishes and one soup.

There is still a layer of heat floating on the delicious food.

Yan Dong explained: "The incubator is responsible."

"Who ordered this pork ribs from? The soup is mellow and fragrant." Wang Jia took a sip of the pork ribs soup and praised: "The boss is quite honest."

Yan Dong pushed up his glasses, smiled and said nothing, and put another piece of ribs in my bowl.

When Wang Jia saw this, he rolled his eyes at Yan Dong and said with his voice: "Brother Dong, I want it too."

Yan Dong and I were both amused by him.

The buzzer at the door suddenly sounded, and I looked over curiously, only to see Lin Xixi returning.

Lin Xixi's eyes swept over Yan Dong's face, then landed on the food on the table. She smiled and said, "Mr. Yan is here to deliver dinner to Sister Nanxu."

Yan Dong turned his face sideways, paused for two seconds, and said politely: "Have you eaten, Miss Lin? If you don't mind, let's go together?"

"No," Lin Xixi sweetly refused, saying, "I'll just take the things and leave."

When she said this, we didn't say anything more, but after seeing her enter the office, Yan Dong's face visibly froze, and the way he looked at me became complicated.

After dinner, I sent Yan Dong downstairs, and then I realized that he came here by subway tonight.

"I'm worried about traffic jams during the evening rush hour. Wang Jia said you have an upset stomach and the food should be eaten while it's hot."

So he took the subway because he was worried that the food would get cold?

It must be very inconvenient to carry such a large insulated box in your hands.

I looked at him, feeling very sorry, and advised him, "Don't go to such trouble next time."

"It's not troublesome," Yan Dong said with a humble attitude. "Teaching life is boring. Practicing cooking skills can be considered as applying what you have learned."

He always seems to be able to speak nicely.

"By the way," Yan Dong hesitated, "Miss Lin..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a sweet voice.

"Senior, have you been waiting for a long time?"

Yan Dong and I turned sideways at the same time, only to find Zhou Hanzhi standing not far away.

The night dew in Beijing and Hong Kong was heavy after the frost. He was wearing a long gray windbreaker and standing under the dim street lights, standing like a jade tree. There seemed to be a few small drops of water hanging from the ends of his fine hair. He must have been waiting for a long time.

The little girl he was waiting for took small steps down the steps and ran towards him with joy.

The talented man and the beautiful woman are a perfect match.

I quickly looked away, looked at Yan Dong and said, "I'll take you to the subway entrance."

Yan Dong didn't object.

However, as soon as I took a step forward, Zhou Hanzhi's greeting sounded behind my ears at an inappropriate time: "Manager Meng got off work very early today."

Under the streetlight, the four of us stood together with normal expressions.

Zhou Hanzhi glanced at the thermal box in Yan Dong's hand and asked, "This is it?"

Before Yan Dong could speak, Lin Xixi immediately answered: "Insulated box, senior, you don't know, Mr. Yan knew that Sister Nanxu was not feeling well, so he specially prepared a loving dinner for her."

Zhou Hanzhi glanced at Yan Dong, then looked at me and said, "Manager Meng not only writes good code, but also maintains good friendships."

His voice was calm, but I heard a hint of sarcasm in his words.

Yan Dong said humbly: "Nan Xu usually helps me a lot. She has been feeling sick to her stomach for the past two days. I came here to take a look."

It seems to be explaining for me.

After hearing this, Zhou Hanzhi sneered: "Last night it was my period, but today I have an upset stomach. Manager Meng's body is really adaptable."

I looked at Zhou Hanzhi in disbelief.

What does he mean?

Do you think I'm faking it?

Lin Xixi seemed to have heard it and said angrily: "Senior, you don't understand. Girls are indeed more likely to cause other discomforts during their menstrual period."

She seemed to explain it to me, but she might as well not have explained it at all.

"Really?" Zhou Hanzhi glanced at me, the meaning of the smile on his lips was unclear, "Manager Meng, please take care of yourself."

In one sentence, I was directly put on the fire.

Take care.

Coming from Zhou Hanzhi's mouth, it was so ironic.

I suddenly thought of his explanation to Lin Xixi last night, and said calmly: "Of course, Mr. Zhou has invested so much money in us with great pains, so I have to take care of myself."

Zhou Hanzhi's pupils trembled slightly, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

I wasn't going to waste time on such trivial matters, so I said again: "Mr. Zhou, you are busy, let's go first."

After I finished speaking, I gave Yan Dong another look.

Yan Dong nodded slightly and followed me.

We just crossed the road quietly.

"Just send it here." Yan Dong looked at me with worry in his eyes, but he hesitated to speak.

I didn't hesitate and reminded him: "You are also busy at work, so don't do such stupid things again."

Yan Dong paused for a moment, looked at me, and asked, "Nan Xu, can I ask you an abrupt question?"

I curled my fingers and nodded.

"You and Hanzhi..."

"The relationship between investors and project leaders." I replied frankly.

Yan Dong seemed to be relieved, and said with raised lips: "In that case, it's not a stupid thing."

Why doesn't it make sense?

"Okay, time is precious, go ahead and pull the code," Yan Dong pointed at his watch, "If you're any later, you won't be able to catch the last subway."

Yan Dong knows how to tease me.

I did come back to write code honestly.

It was late at night when I returned to the community.

I carried my notebook into the corridor, raised my head, and bumped into Zhou Hanzhi.

He was still wearing the dark gray windbreaker, with lapels, knee-length, and dropped shoulders. The style was simple but not out of date. It was exactly the same as the one I gave him a few years ago.

Probably just a coincidence.

At this moment, the man's belt hung casually behind his waist, making him look fashionable and casual.

Zhou Han is worthy of being a walking clothes hanger.

But I only glanced at him twice, and then walked past him silently.

It's been a busy day and I need to rest now.

"As for it?"

A deep voice came from behind my ears. I paused, turned around reluctantly, and said, "It turns out to be Mr. Zhou. Sorry, I don't wear glasses."

Zhou Hanzhi said nothing, but those black eyes fell on me motionlessly.

It made me feel a little uncomfortable.

"I'm off work." I was really tired of dealing with this man. "If you have anything to do, Mr. Zhou, let me talk tomorrow."

After that, I left.

"It's just a WeChat account, how about deleting it?" His tone was filled with ridicule, and I heard Zhou Hanzhi say: "Afraid of misunderstanding in the harsh winter?"