After being dumped by his son and his father

Why is Wei Qing here?

This was the first thought that popped up in Wen Ziheng's mind. Immediately afterwards, his body had already made a conditioned reflex action before his brain - he stepped back, eager to get out of the elevator, and escaped from this place where he was about to be alone with Wei Qing. Closed space to get along with.

However, the elevator door closed slowly when Wen Ziheng was in a daze. Wen Ziheng, who moved too violently, slammed into the closed elevator door with a bang. The hard metal hit his back numb. The cup of coffee was spilled everywhere, and a lot was splashed on the white shirt. A few drops of brown liquid dripped down the lines of his palm.

At this moment, Wen Ziheng is in a state of embarrassment, but also in chaos.

His brain was like a mess of wool, he could only find two threads at the edge, but he couldn't separate the already tangled threads.

Compared with Wen Ziheng's panic, Wei Qing was extremely calm, half-closed his eyes and looked at Wen Ziheng for a moment, his eyes were calm, like a lake that could not make any waves, even just now Wen Ziheng's series of aggressive actions could not shake him at all.

strangeness.

Yes, Wen Ziheng only saw something called strangeness in his eyes.

Wen Ziheng gradually calmed down, and his originally chaotic thoughts became clear at this second—he and Wei Qing had broken up for five years. The words are still in the past tense, and Wei Qing doesn't even know that he has a son.

Wen Ziheng breathed out silently, took the water cup with little coffee left, pretended to be nonchalant, and pressed the button on the top floor. He even glanced deliberately, Wei Qing was going to the 24th floor, which was the exclusive office for the company leaders floor.

The silent air kept squeezing Wen Ziheng's nerves, he never dreamed that he would meet Wei Qing again on such an occasion.

I don't know what Wei Qing came to the company for, and his eyes were so indifferent, Wen Ziheng even had a feeling that he had never known himself.

Thinking of this, Wen Ziheng hooked the corners of his lips mockingly. Wei Qing's family background is good and handsome, and after he dated Wei Qing, there were countless men and women who came to Wei Qing. What kind of men and women are Wei Qing's conditions? Can't find a friend?Maybe he doesn't remember his first term for a long time.

Wen Ziheng thought that five years would be enough to numb his wounded heart, but the dull pain still lingered in every nerve of his, and his eyes were sore, as if hot liquid was about to overflow from the eye sockets.

In panic, Wen Ziheng hurriedly raised his head to see the jumping numbers on the display screen. At this moment, there was some movement behind him. Before Wen Ziheng could figure out what it was, a warm breath suddenly fell on him. behind the neck.

Wen Ziheng froze, goosebumps all over his body stood up in an instant, he turned around suddenly, but his right foot was caught by his left foot and he fell straight forward.

Then he was embraced by Wei Qing who was standing in front of him, Wen Ziheng turned his face in a dazed manner, held up the water glass with his right hand, and pressed one cheek on Wei Qing's chest, for a moment it seemed that Wei Qing was the only one left in the whole world. Like a strong and powerful heartbeat.

bang bang!bang bang!bang bang!

It seems that the hug and familiar atmosphere that has been separated for a century made Wen Ziheng feel sour in his heart. The memory of five years ago is like a sealed Pandora's box. Ziheng was drowned.

The strings of reason are broken.

Wen Ziheng pushed Wei Qing away forcefully, trying his best to squeeze out a sneer that was uglier than crying, his voice trembled violently, and his emaciated figure was like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

"I don't care how you found me, I just hope you don't appear in front of me again in the future, five years ago we were not happy to get together, now I just feel disgusted when I see your face."

Hearing that there was a flash of surprise in Wei Qing's indifferent expression, followed by anger that could not be concealed, Wen Ziheng's pale face was reflected in his slightly contracted brown eyes, he patiently took the Passed the paper towel: "This paper, wipe off your clothes."

Just now, she just wanted to pass the tissue to Wen Ziheng, so she walked behind him.

"..." Wen Ziheng, who could make mistakes, felt embarrassed, stared at the hand holding the tissue for a long time, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a half-smile, "Then why are you here?"

Wei Qing's deep eyes flickered a few times, and he withdrew his hand a little irritably, crumpled the tissue into a ball and held it tightly in his hand, he smiled with the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were cold: "Since you hate me so much I'm sorry, it's boring to pester you no matter how deadly I am, isn't it? Don't worry, I'm not chasing you, I'm here to work. "

Wen Ziheng was startled: "What job?"

Chairman Wei who was airborne, in his early 30s, and Wei Qing in front of him...

The three key pieces of information were linked together, and the real answer gradually emerged in Wen Ziheng's mind.

"Didn't you say that we broke up unhappily five years ago? Then what you have to do now is to turn around and keep a distance from me, instead of asking so many nonsense." Wei Qing smiled. Said, seeing that Ziheng was stunned and did not respond, a bit of anger suddenly appeared on his face, and he stepped forward and approached.

Wen Ziheng was forced to retreat steadily, his back pressed against the cold elevator door, before he could resist, Wei Qing saw Wei Qing propping his head with one hand, his tall figure, which was half a head taller than him, almost overwhelmed Wen Ziheng. Heng was completely shrouded in shadow, and the air lingering at the tip of his nose was filled with Wei Qing's unique breath.

"Wen Ziheng——" Wei Qing's face was gloomy, and he gritted his teeth fiercely as if he wanted to swallow Wen Ziheng's skin and bones. He squeezed out a sentence, "You owe me everything, I'm having a hard time, and you shouldn't think about it either!"

Wen Ziheng was dumbfounded, he couldn't understand what Wei Qing was talking about, but the pain caused by the breakup five years ago and the hard tormenting life with his children alone in the past five years were real.

Angry flames welled up spontaneously, Wen Ziheng grabbed Wei Qing's tie, and was about to speak when he heard a "ding dong", the elevator door leaning behind him slowly opened, and Wen Ziheng, who was unsteady, suddenly went to Then fell.

Wei Qing grabbed Wen Ziheng's waist with his hand that was originally propped on the elevator door, preventing him from having an intimate contact with the marble floor, and Wen Ziheng's right hand was still tightly clutching Wei Qing's tie, slightly The ferocious expression seemed to be frozen on his face.

"Wei Dong!" A terrified middle-aged male voice sounded from the side. Mr. Zhang, the owner of Yu Guangzhong Company, hurriedly greeted him while rubbing the cold sweat on his forehead. The face with the marks of time turned pale, "Xiaowen! Are you crazy? What are you doing with that hand? Let me go!"

Wen Ziheng's face was tense, and he looked at Wei Qing with gloomy eyes, and finally silently let go of the tie that was deformed by him.

Wei Qing calmly took away the hand wrapped around Wen Ziheng's waist, lowered her eyes to hide the complicated emotions in her eyes, and when she looked at the uneasy Mr. Zhang and the secretary behind him, she had already returned to her original indifference.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang." Wei Qing nodded.

"Hey, Hello, Mr. Wei." Mr. Zhang's face was about to burst into laughter, and he quickly reached out to shake hands with Wei Qing. Seeing that there was no movement from the other party, he had to withdraw his hand in embarrassment, but the degree of flattery on his face did not decrease at all , "I've been waiting for you here for a long time, come on, let's talk in the office."

After speaking, Mr. Zhang made a gesture of invitation, then turned his head and said to the secretary, "Xiao Chen, go and inform the various departments that the meeting will be held on time at four o'clock in the afternoon. All personnel above the team leader are not allowed to be absent!"

The secretary nodded: "Okay, Mr. Zhang."

"And you, Manager Wen." Mr. Zhang cast a meaningful look at Wen Ziheng with a sullen face, "Chairman Wei will preside over the meeting this afternoon. Think about what you will say in your last speech."

After leaving such a sentence, Mr. Zhang turned his head and invited Wei Qing into the office with that smiling face. From the beginning to the end, Wei Qing never looked at Wen Ziheng again, as if the emotional expression just now was full of emotions. The angry look was just Wen Ziheng's hallucination.

Now Wen Ziheng no longer had the thought of going to the roof to ventilate, and followed the secretary to the ninth floor in the elevator in a daze.

The Wei Dong who was airborne was Wei Qing, this incident is undoubtedly bad news for Wen Ziheng.

Wen Ziheng returned to the office and sat there for five hours. At noon, Chen Huan knocked on the door and asked him what he had for lunch. Wen Ziheng didn't have any appetite, so he waved his hand and asked Chen Huan to eat by himself.

Until [-]:[-], Chen Huan hurried into the office, this time he pushed the door open without knocking.

"Brother Heng, we have all received the news." Chen Huan worried, "Is our department really over now? I heard from the personnel department that Yan Luo Wang had drawn up a layoff plan before taking over our company." The list, hey, it would be great if we could give us more time, only one year will do..."

Wen Ziheng moved his numb legs, stood up with a numb expression, took the coat that was on the back of the chair, put it on, and buttoned it to the top button, just blocking the part of the shirt that was stained by coffee splashes .

"Do your best." Wen Ziheng said, "Let Xiao Wu go to the printing room to get the documents, and let's go to the meeting."

The meeting place is in the projection hall on the tenth floor. The space is large enough to accommodate 300 people. As a person who has been standing in the center of the topic, Wen Ziheng will inevitably be noticed all the way from the office to the conference hall. Although those people have deliberately lowered their voices, Wen Ziheng and Chen Huan would still hear some gossip - without exception, they were discussing the "brilliant" performance of the Jieda department in the past two years.

Chen Huan, who couldn't take it anymore, wanted to refute with a sullen face, but Wen Ziheng stopped him with his hand.

"Let them talk." Wen Ziheng said coldly, he never likes to argue with others, grades are the foundation of standing, it's a pity they don't have grades yet.

Wen Ziheng's forbearance not only did not stop the two tongue-twisting women, but became more unscrupulous, whispering behind Wen Ziheng and Chen Huan, and every word clearly reached their ears.

"It's shameful. Do you think the people in their department look like blood-sucking bugs? Maybe they sucked up the company's blood."

"If I were them, I wouldn't even come to the company today, but I can't afford to lose this person."

"It's just..." In the middle of speaking, the woman's voice suddenly turned like a folk song, stuttering in horror, "Mr. Zhang Zhang Zhang..."

Wen Ziheng turned his head to look, only to find that Mr. Zhang came out of a small conference room on one side at some time, and just bumped into them. Beside Mr. Zhang was Wei Qing with an expressionless face. His gaze was cast coolly on the two pale women.

After a while, Wei Qing sneered: "Mr. Zhang, you are a really dedicated employee, and I've taken care of everything for you, big and small."

"No, Mr. Wei..." Mr. Zhang glared at the two trembling women with hatred, pointed at their noses and scolded them in full view, "You guys are really capable, do you think the company is a vegetable market? What department are you in? Who is the manager?"