After cohabiting with the old enemy contract

After having dinner with the Xin family and his son, Cheng Zhan returned to Naijia.

Before entering the company, he stopped by a cafe in the square downstairs.

It happened to be working hours, there were not many customers in the cafe, and there were a few people sitting sporadically in a row of seats next to it.

Cheng Zhan ordered a few mochas and cappuccinos, and was going to take them upstairs to his colleagues, but he ordered another glass of Campbell ① himself.

Idleman Cheng: [Buying coffee, what do you want to drink? 】

Cheng Zhan sent a message to Luo Qisheng.

Chess piece: [Same as you. 】

Idleman Cheng: [... Kang Baolan, are you sure? 】

Chess piece: [Yes. 】

Idleman Cheng: [/I hate you, haven't you always been a black coffee? 】

Chess piece: [Trust the senior's taste. 】

Idleman Cheng: [It's useless to blow rainbow farts. /white eye/white eye]

While waiting for coffee, Cheng Zhan sat in a seat by the window. Outside the huge glass window, he could just see the elevator lobby of the office building.

A descending elevator stopped, Pei Zhou came out, looked in the direction of the cafe for a while, then waved vigorously at Cheng Zhan, and trotted into the shop.

"Mr. Cheng." Pei Zhou said with a silly smile, "Mr. Luo asked me to get takeaway."

Cheng Zhan was speechless: Is this person afraid that he won't be able to get it?

There is nothing to be courteous, and it is either a traitor or a thief.

"Is it not ready yet?" Pei Zhou glanced at the counter, pulled out a chair and sat down.

Cheng Zhan saw that he was hesitant to speak: "What do you want from me?"

Pei Zhou rolled his eyes, rubbed his hands, and muttered softly, "I actually escaped."

Cheng Zhan: "What's wrong?"

"At the meeting just now, Mr. Luo and Mr. Cong had a fight, which scared us all to death." Pei Zhou pointed upwards, "The atmosphere above is depressing now. Mr. Luo asked me to help you get coffee, I Why don't you hurry down and let the wind go."

Pei Zhou had a proud face of "I am wise and powerful".

"He Conghe? Why?"

Pei Zhou nervously looked left and right: "You know about the plan of Zixing Films. Mr. Cong said that he had already communicated with two funds, and he was going to push it forward, but it turned out..."

Pei Zhou paused and fixed his eyes on Cheng Zhan.

Cheng Zhan answered clearly: "The result is stuck with me."

"Yes. Although President Cong didn't say it face-to-face, everyone in the meeting can hear that he is throwing dirty water on you."

Ever since Puwajia, Peizhou has been firmly in the Luocheng Party.

Cheng Zhan felt something was wrong.

"Who knew Mr. Luo said on the spot that he suppressed this case."

Pei Zhou imitated Luo Qisheng's ice-cold appearance and said, "Conghe, when did the content of the plan you submitted become so vague. Mr. Cheng has not been in the company for a long time. As a senior, shouldn't you lead by example? "

Cheng Zhan said solemnly: "There is no problem with this plan, but without Party A, it is the written confirmation letter from Purple Star Films."

Although Conghe heard that Xin Bonian was working, but in terms of the contract, Naijia signed the contract with Zixing, and Conghe did not have Xin Zixuan to grant a letter.

Of course, if the plan is really going forward, this confirmation letter is not a big problem, Xin Zixuan must agree, he can't hold back his father.

It's just that Cong He didn't expect Luo Qisheng to criticize him for this.

Pei Zhou acted happily: "Mr. Cheng, you didn't see that Mr. Cong's face turned green."

According to Luo Qisheng's city mansion, he would never have a hard fight with Cong He in front of so many people for no reason.

He did this, obviously to warn everyone.

Cheng Zhan is the one he is covering, don't try to step on him behind your back.

Thinking of this, Cheng Zhan frowned even tighter.

The waiter brought over a dozen cups of packaged coffee.

The two of them came to the CEO's office on the sixteenth floor with takeaways.

Pei Zhou giggled and put the coffee on the table: "Afternoon tea, Mr. Cheng treats you!"

In the office, several people who were immersed in their work put down their work and rushed over excitedly, vying to choose their own taste.

"Thank you Mr. Cheng!"

"Just hungry!"

Everyone chatted with each other with coffee, adding Pei Zhou, the gossip maker, and reported the situation in the conference room to Cheng Zhan just now.

"Mr. Cheng, you didn't see it just now. Mr. Luo is absolutely mighty and domineering. He defends our president."

"The former president was not like this. Our president's office is a punching bag."

"Boss Luo protects the calf."

"Yep!"

At this time, the door of Luo Qisheng's office suddenly opened.

This group of people had just finished praising Luo Qisheng, but when they saw the real person, they immediately fell silent.

President Luo's aura is too strong.

Everyone took their coffee and winked at Cheng Zhan, and went back to their posts.

Pei Zhou's eyes became brighter, he took a glass and slipped away: "Mr. Cheng, I'll withdraw first."

……

In the office, Luo Qisheng stood facing out the window with his back to Cheng Zhan.

Cheng Zhan walked up to him and handed over the coffee: "Campabell, it's so creamy, I don't know if you're used to it."

Luo Qisheng directly lifted the lid and took a sip, frowning slightly: "It's a bit sweet."

"I ordered it myself, even if it tastes bad, I have to drink it." Cheng Zhan made up the knife with a smile.

"Why do you deliberately contradict him for me. Did you hear something?" Cheng Zhan said.

Luo Qisheng's gaze was deep: "I am airborne, and I am not very clear about the internal situation of domestic companies. For many people, I am putting it on the bright side, while they are in the dark. This time when I go back to the headquarters, I heard It was rumored that someone in the company was making small moves."

"Someone wants to fuck you?"

Cheng Zhan joined Naijia not long ago, but he is definitely not a rookie in the workplace.

A company that has been in business for a long time, especially senior seniors, hates the people at the top of them by airdrops.

Cheng Zhan hesitated: "You suspect Conghe?"

Luo Qisheng: "I don't know."

Cheng Zhan narrowed his eyes: "You want to use Conghe to warn those people, tell them that I am yours, don't try to get my idea."

"Yes."

Luo Qisheng drank less than half of the coffee, and Kang Baolan was too sweet for him.

"If I can't even protect you, what kind of president should I be?"

Cheng Zhan didn't answer, he had a lot of thoughts in his mind, and finally entangled with the person in front of him.

That phrase "bedmate" seemed to be starting to get more and more dangerous.

The distance between them is inadvertently crossing that limit step by step.

"Luo Qisheng, haven't we done it for a long time?" Cheng Zhan raised his eyes and looked at him intently, "You don't want to?"

Luo Qisheng moved his lips.

"Habits are hard to change, don't force it." Cheng Zhan took the coffee from him, "Similarly, I don't want the relationship we are used to to change."

Cheng Zhan was about to throw the coffee into the trash can, but Luo Qisheng quickly caught him.

Luo Qisheng snatched back the cup, drank the remaining coffee in two big gulps, at the same time, reached out to embrace Cheng Zhan, and pushed him against the glass curtain wall.

"I know what you want to say, you want to remind me that our relationship is only on that piece of paper."

Luo Qisheng caressed Cheng Zhan's earlobe, which turned red little by little under the action of his fingers.

"Actually, I think about it every day. I imagine you helpless under me, senior, the tears in the corners of your eyes, the uncontrollable utterances, and the warmth that I am wrapped in..."

Cheng Zhan: "..."

Cheng Zhan felt that there was almost no place to put his hot face, and his eyes kept avoiding this man's pursuit.

"However, I found that now I look forward to seeing you by my side even more."

Luo Qisheng's voice was calm, every word he said pierced Cheng Zhan's heart, but he didn't seem to notice it at all.

"Your rigor when you work, your concentration when you cook, and your gentleness when you tease Shabre..."

"Am I asking for too much?"

"You said that habits cannot be changed. I think that when habits change, people are out of control."

Luo Qisheng's eyes were black, but as bright as obsidian, "Ah Zhan, do you have the same feeling?"

Cheng Zhan: "..."

……

Cheng Zhan almost fled from Luo Qisheng's office in embarrassment, rushed into his own office, and slammed the door behind him.

Cheng Zhan hid on the sofa near the south, his eyes glazed over.

Why did Luo Qisheng's heart beat faster and faster when he said those words.

Luo Qisheng guessed right.

He and this person should only have a relationship in bed, but both of them took a few steps forward recklessly.

A voice popped out of my head, bouncing around, as if singing a nursery rhyme.

"Azhan, are you an ostrich? You bury your head and feet, and your heart too, right?"

Before the nursery rhyme was finished, another gloomy voice continued.

"You don't even remember the scars on your palm?"

"Are you trying to break your oath?"

"Or do you want to watch the people around you die again?"

No.

Cheng Zhan came to the bathroom, patted his face with water, looked at himself in the mirror, and let out a long sigh of relief.Then, the corners of his mouth slightly curved upwards, and that familiar yet distant smile returned to his face.

When Cheng Zhan returned to the office, the secretary stopped him: "Mr. Cheng, Mr. Cong called you just now and asked you to go over there."

"it is good."

Cheng Zhan sorted out Zixing's files and was about to go downstairs when he suddenly received a WeChat message from Luo Qisheng.

Chess piece: [I have an appointment tonight, so I won't go back for dinner. 】

Cheng Zhan glanced at it, but didn't reply to the message. He stuffed his phone into his pocket and got into the elevator.

……

At about the same time, Luo Qisheng came to the gate of Naijia, and a black commercial vehicle stopped in front of him.

Zuo Ruifeng poked his head out from the driver's seat: "Get in the car, Miss doesn't like waiting for others."

Luo Qisheng half closed her black eyes: "Gong Minxue wants to see me, is this the attitude?"

Zuo Ruifeng's eyes tightened, he jumped out of the car, walked around in front of Luo Qisheng, gave him a stern look, opened the car door, and made a gesture of please.

After returning from Puwaja, Luo Qisheng has been secretly investigating the car accident that year, and finally got some clues.

He expected that Dinggong Minxue couldn't hold back and would definitely come to him.

Jiangcheng, Gehai Road.

In a quiet residential area in the downtown area, there are towering French sycamores on both sides of the street. Because it is almost winter, the dead leaves are almost gone.The surrounding area is full of small western-style buildings from the last century.

The two black iron doors opened slowly, and Zuo Ruifeng slowly drove the car into the yard.

Zuo Ruifeng stopped the car: "Miss hates being threatened the most."

Luo Qisheng pushed the door and got out of the car: "I hate people who hurt me the most."

The author has something to say: ①Campaignan: One of the varieties of Italian coffee, add an appropriate amount of fresh cream to the espresso.