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The message Xin Chen received was from Wen Zhenghe. Thinking of the uncharacteristic Bai Qianjun today, Xin Chen informed Zhong Ji, found a half-clear reason, went out and turned into Wen Zhenghe's office.

The marketing team at this moment is the busiest moment since the project was established more than seven years ago.The marketing elites shuttled back and forth in the office area, and the ringing of the hotline one after another made the tense atmosphere of the marketing team even more tense.

Xin Chen walked straight into Wen Zhenghe's office. After the door was closed, he saw Wen Zhenghe sitting at the desk smilingly pressing the button of encryption mode.

"What's so serious?" Xin Chen asked calmly, walked over to Wen Zhenghe and sat down.

Wen Zhenghe leaned back in his chair, following Xin Chen's questioning expression, he became serious.

"Can't you see that since Zhong Yi's accident, our young master has been struggling alone?"

Xin Shen said: "The person who understands Xiaoji best in this world is Brother Yi, and then...it's me."

"It's thanks to you putting gold on your face," Wen Zhenghe snorted softly, "Our young master is such a shameless person, he won't show his thoughts to our subordinates at all. At this critical moment, we are very helpful. limited."

Wen Zhenghe didn't speak directly, but both of them knew that Xin Chen was the one who could comfort Zhong Ji the most.

Xin Chen looked at Wen Zhenghe's restrained anger, and even hinted to himself in a tone of "you should be honored", that Xiaoji needs himself.

He was a little funny, seeing that Wen Zhenghe was still angry, so he suppressed his smile for the time being.

"I went home to reduce the pressure in Xiaoji's heart." Xin Chen said unhurriedly, "He has taken too many responsibilities on his shoulders, and he believes that Brother Yi's accident is all because of him. Expected sales results, he may collapse."

Wen Zhenghe's complexion changed. What Xin Chen said was a terrible fact.

Although he had already acquiesced to Xin Chen's statement, Wen Zhenghe still showed his dissatisfaction to the full: "Those are all afterwords, even Bai Qianjun can feel that our young master is about to lose his grip, let alone what will happen in a year's time." The problem of listing and selling. Our young master has suffered from the current hurdle."

"I understand Mr. Wen's meaning," Xin Chen said, thinking of the one who is still staying in Xiaoji's office, "You said a lot of good things for me when you were with Team Leader Bai, right?"

Bai Qianjun, who had always been on good terms with him, didn't even give him a second glance. Xin Chen would never believe that no one was involved in it.

Wen Zhenghe admitted it generously, and he smiled provocatively at Xin Chen: "What, the indifference of our chickens doesn't make a difference?"

"If he knows that you mentioned this title...it will also let you feel this way." Xin Chen met Wen Zhenghe's teasing, and Wen Zhenghe's body froze with his sharp counterattack.

That's right, the hybrid and indecent title of "Chicken Man Hundred Kills" has always made Bai Qianjun despise, and he will hate anyone who mentions it.

Wen Zhenghe coughed lightly: "I have nothing else to do with you, but our young master needs to put more thought into it."

Xin Chen nodded, this guy is finally starting to talk seriously.

Wen Zhenghe said again: "If possible, I hope you can be inseparable from our young master, even if the holiday is over, I hope you can always be together." He paused for a few seconds and added, "It doesn't matter day or night. "

This mentioned Xin Chen's sore spot.

Wen Zheng's transparency was beyond his expectation.

"I'm afraid I haven't obtained a permit to spend the night in Xiaoji's room at will." Xin Chen's tone was self-deprecating, "Mr. Wen must have noticed it, right?"

On the surface, it was terribly sticky, but in fact, it didn't go so smoothly.

Wen Zhenghe doesn't know the specific thoughts of their young master for the time being, but Xin Shen, the entire project team can see clearly.

"Although it's not good to encourage you to take advantage of the situation, I can be regarded as watching our young master grow up. I know his mentality very well." Wen Zhenghe suddenly became earnest, "If he can't stand a pressure, When you can’t bear a certain stimulus, you will use an extreme method to achieve the purpose of offsetting the pressure.”

Xin Chen's eyes moved.

Wen Zhenghe said again: "In order not to make him panic, the person who leads him to extremes can be you."

When Xin Chen left Wen Zhenghe's office, he remembered the encryption mode that Wen Zhenghe had turned on. At that time, he thought there was some secret to discuss.

Thinking about it now, as long as it is a small matter, Wen Zhenghe will treat it as a top secret.

That night, Xin Chen stayed with Zhong Ji in the office all night.

Then, after staying up all night for several consecutive nights, Xiaoji said to himself with a flat smile: "Today is Valentine's Day, according to our agreement, let's go out to celebrate the festival!"

Xin Chen's eyelids jumped a few times.

Xiaoji, who works overtime non-stop even on New Year's Eve, has been so busy these past few days because he wants to spend Valentine's Day with him?

He had a hunch that Xiaoji should have reached a critical point, close to the limit of stimulation that Wen Zhenghe said.

"Xiaoji, at a time like this, we don't need to worry about a mere Valentine's Day..." Xin Chen didn't know what Zhong Ji's extreme concept was, and subconsciously wanted to avoid this extreme and uncontrollable.

Zhong Ji simply tidied up the desk, locked the important documents in the safe, and picked up the coat on the back of the chair: "After working for so long, it's time for me to find a reason for myself to take a vacation."

This made Xin Chen unable to refute.

For a long time, looking at Xiaoji's busy self, I most hope to see Xiaoji can rest with peace of mind.

"In this case……"

Zhong Ji added another sentence: "Besides, I also want to choose a place to chat and talk with you."

Xin Chen had no reason to refuse such a plain and non-aggressive request.

Unexpectedly, Xiaoji, who insisted on driving the starship, drove the starship directly onto the tarmac of a high-end hotel.

Xin Chen's throat was a little dry: "Xiaoji, we are..." Carrying out the legendary "House Opening" event?

"It's not suitable for chatting outside or at home," Zhong Ji said lightly, "Is there a problem?"

"No, no." It's just easy to make people think wrong, that's all.

Xin Chen felt that today's developments were a bit exciting.