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

Time seemed to suddenly freeze between the four of us.

It gave me an extremely unreal feeling.

But my intuition told me that Zhou Hanzhi and Zeng Zhi were not here to find Lin Xixi.

So when the two of them walked towards me, I was in a trance for a moment.

"Manager Meng, Professor Yan," Zeng Zhi asked with a smile on his face, "Are you going out?"

Yan Dong smiled lightly and responded: "I've been here all day, and I'm ready to go back."

"Ah, that's it," Zeng Zhi suddenly paused, glanced at me and said, "Does Manager Meng want to send Professor Yan off?"

I was just about to respond when I heard Yan Dong say, "No need, it's windy outside, be careful of the cold."

After he finished speaking, he picked up the garbage bag again and said politely and gentlemanly: "I'll go back first."

Watching Yan Dong's figure disappear from sight, I came back to my senses, glanced at the two people in front of me, and asked, "Are you two here to see me?"

After all, I am not the only "acquaintance" in this building.

"Yes, Mr. Zhou heard that Manager Meng was recuperating at home. He felt worried and came here to visit."

visit.

I chewed these two words silently, and my eyes briefly rested on Zeng Zhi's hand, and then I noticed the ginseng gift box in his hand.

It's embarrassing and awkward.

After hesitating for two seconds, I said politely and distantly: "Thank you, Mr. Zhou, for caring about me. I'm fine. You two, please come back."

Zeng Zhi's eyes widened, and just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by Zhou Hanzhi: "I thought Manager Meng was being humble, but now it seems that he looks really good."

I looked at Zhou Hanzhi in surprise and caught a hint of sarcasm in his subtle lines.

When visiting a patient, he also praises the patient for looking good. I think only Zhou Hanzhi can say this.

Looking at President Zhou's expression again, he looked cold and cold, more like someone who came to collect debts.

"Now that I've seen you, I won't keep two more people," I didn't want to find fault with myself, so I tried to control my tone, "Let's go slowly."

"No, Manager Meng." Seeing me leaving, Zeng Zhi immediately followed me and explained, "Mr. Zhou has arranged all the schedule for today. Even this old wild ginseng was ordered by someone else. Manager Meng Why don’t you invite us to your house for a cup of tea?”

Zeng Zhi obviously lowered his voice when he said the last sentence. I guess he was afraid that Zhou Hanzhi would hear it.

Seeing how he was mediating, I responded softly.

I think that sitting for five minutes is still a sitting, and it makes sense to save face.

The next second, I saw Zeng Zhi saying to the tall figure behind him, "Mr. Zhou, Manager Meng invites us up for a cup of tea."

When I got on the elevator, I accidentally caught a glimpse of the man standing on the other side with my peripheral vision. I saw Zhou Hanzhi still had that stern face.

I was just about to reach out to press the floor, but Zeng Zhi had already done it for me.

When I walked in, Zeng Zhi asked me politely if I had any shoe covers. Thinking of the disposable hotel slippers I bought from the supermarket in the cold winter not long ago, I opened the entrance cabinet and got a pair for him and Zhou Han.

When he handed it to Zhou Han, the man's hand visibly paused, and then he said: "It seems that Manager Meng often has guests at home, and even these accessories are so complete."

I glanced at him and said, neither salty nor cool: "Thank you, Mr. Zhou."

I saw Zhou Hanzhi frown slightly.

"This entrance cabinet is very practical," Zeng Zhi patted the cabinet door and said, "The blind type is best for storing shoes."

I responded lightly, then saw Zeng Zhi walking towards the tea bar, and exclaimed: "Oh my god, this little kettle fits the countertop so well, it's a perfect match."

Before I had time to respond, Zeng Zhi walked to the kitchen again. After knocking open the sliding door with one hand, he said to himself: "Did you see that sliding doors save the most space? I have great taste."

I looked at Zeng Zhi in surprise and repeated his words: "What's your taste?"

Zeng Zhi looked panicked, waved his hands and said, "I mean, any landlord would laugh out loud if he had a tenant like Sister Nanxu."

I was confused: "Why do you say that?"

"Just... the furnishings in the room are as good as new," Zeng Zhi avoided my eyes and said, holding his stomach, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Before I could respond, Zeng Zhi had already gotten into the bathroom.

But what's strange is that it's his first time here, so why does he seem to be very familiar with the layout here?

Does he also often go to Lin Xixi's house?

The man's slight cough interrupted my thoughts. When I turned around, Zhou Hanzhi was already sitting on the double sofa.

He was tall and had long legs. When he sat down, his whole body suddenly seemed cramped and crowded, and there was a sense of depression in the air.

He didn't speak, and I didn't bother to talk. The atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point.

I walked slowly to the tea bar, poured a simple glass of water, and brought it to him.

But it was just handed over.

Neither of us seemed to have the desire to talk.

At this time, the mobile phone on the coffee table rang. I glanced at it and saw the words "Zhang Tingyuan" on the flashing screen.

I picked up my phone and went to the balcony silently.

"Ms. Meng, the day after tomorrow is my birthday. I would like to invite you and Mr. Wu to my birthday party. Do you have time?"

Thinking about the relationship between Wu Ling and Zhang Jiahao, I said apologetically, "Thank you for the invitation, but I haven't been feeling well these past two days, so I'm afraid I won't be able to go."

"Are you sick?" Zhang Tingyuan asked, "Have you gone to the hospital?"

"Just got back from the hospital," I said shortly, "I wish you a happy birthday in advance."

After a few brief dialogues, I cut the cord neatly.

When I turned around, I glanced at the sofa curiously, but unexpectedly I met Zhou Hanzhi's unwavering eyes.

Our eyes collided, and I returned to the living room as if nothing had happened, only to hear Zhou Hanzhi say, "Manager Meng has a busy schedule recently."

I looked at Zhou Hanzhi in surprise, and saw the man's eyes filled with sarcasm, and replied sarcastically: "I can't compare with you, Mr. Zhou."

My tone was quite harsh, which made Zhou Hanzhi froze.

The next second, he suddenly stood up and said: "It's getting late, I think we should go back first, so as not to delay Manager Meng's schedule for free."

I raised my eyelashes and couldn't answer anything for a while, then I heard Zhou Hanzhi say, "But having said that, in order for the subsequent process of "Monogatari" to proceed smoothly, I still suggest that Manager Meng take some time out of his busy schedule. Go to the hospital and get a good check-up."

When Zhou Hanzhi said this, his tone was not as sharp as before, but it was a kind of reminder.

At this time, Zeng Zhi walked out of the bathroom and saw Zhou Hanzhi standing at the door. He said in disbelief: "Mr. Zhou, are you leaving now?"

Zhou Hanzhi didn't even raise his eyelids, and said quietly: "If you don't leave, are you still here to eat?"

Zeng Zhi glanced at me quietly and gave me an apologetic look.

To be polite, I escorted the two of them to the elevator.

At this time, the elevator door opened, and Zhou Hanzhi stepped into the elevator expressionlessly. In an instant, a greeting sounded suddenly in our ears.

"Mr. Zhou, you...why are you here?"

I looked over in confusion and saw Zhao Hongmei standing in the elevator.

As if in tacit understanding, Zhao Hongmei looked at me inquiringly.

Our eyes met in the air, and Zhao Hongmei's pupils suddenly shrank, with a trace of irritation hidden between her eyebrows.