Qingqiu [Transmigration Book]

Another towering skyscraper outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows blocks some of the bright sunlight.

Mu Qingqiu waited for Mr. Meng to send today's work tasks, and looked at the pure blue sky outside the window in his spare time, feeling a little monotonous.

Ten minutes ago, Chen Mengyao sent another text message asking him to provide some funds for the next time.Mu Qingqiu quickly replied: [What about the detailed plan? 】

Mu Qingqiu sat in front of his desk, crossed his legs and waited for another good show to take place.

As long as Shen Menghan made enough embarrassments in front of Meng Zijun, it would be impossible for them to be together.

Mu Qingqiu really thought about it.

The internal phone rang suddenly, and Mu Qingqiu quickly sat upright.He cleared his voice before answering the phone: "Mr. Meng."

"Notify other members of the board of directors and important shareholders that we will meet at [-] o'clock tomorrow afternoon to discuss investment projects for the next month. Also, come to my office. Some documents need to be copied." Meng Zijun said on the phone.

"Okay, go right away."

Mu Qingqiu put down the phone and glanced at the phone, but Chen Mengyao hadn't replied yet.He frowned. This kind of thing should have been thought of long ago. She should know that she doesn't like asking for money without a specific plan.

But thinking that Chen Mengyao "accidentally" made Shen Menghan drenched, and Meng Zijun saw her wet and funny look, I was very happy.

It's a pity that this actually aroused Meng Zijun's desire to protect.

Forget it, do the work well first, Mu Qingqiu thought.

Next door to Mu Qingqiu's office is Meng Zijun's office.During this short walk, Mu Qingqiu quickly typed in the information - the template of the notification had already been rotten in his heart, and he only needed to change the location and content.

It's all procedural.

Pushing open the door and entering, Mu Qingqiu clenched his right hand a little cautiously, looked at Meng Zijun who was staring at the report, held back the corners of his mouth, and said seriously: "Mr. Meng, the other members have been notified."

"Okay, help me make 12 copies of these documents, I need them for tomorrow's meeting." Meng Zijun still looked at the computer.

"Okay." Mu Qingqiu, who was still holding the phone in his left hand, saw a thick stack of A4 papers at the corner of the table, put the phone on the side of the table, and carried the documents to the copy room in the middle hall.

The East Third Ring Road of Heyuan City has the most prosperous business district in the country.The three landmark buildings in the civilized country - Baiyu Building, Jihua Building and Woke Building, are the headquarters of Baiyu Group, Shenji Real Estate Group and Woke Group, which were funded and constructed by the Bai family, Shen family and Meng family respectively.

The tallest is Baiyu Building, 861 meters; followed by Woke, 762 meters; and Jihua Building is only 520 meters high.

Meng Zijun's office is located at the top of the Woke Building, facing northwest, overlooking half of Heyuan City.

Shen Menghan got out of her private car, closed the door of the black Bentley Flying Spur V8, and walked into the lobby of Voco with an exquisite lunch box.The lady at the front desk saw Shen Menghan greeted warmly, and then presented the secondary card of the VIP elevator with both hands, respectfully, and slowly got up when she saw the elevator door closed from the corner of her eye.

The elevator went up to the 250st floor.

With a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened.

What came into my ears was the sound of "beep, beep, beep" from the copier.Shen Menghan couldn't be more familiar with this place. After all, she has been ordered by her mother to deliver bento more than ten times. It must be Secretary Mu who is helping Brother Meng to copy documents.

Every time Secretary Mu came to help Meng Ge deal with various trivial matters, just like Zhuge Liang under Liu Bei.Shen Menghan felt that Secretary Mu must be a very, very good person.

Mu Qingqiu held the 13 copied and bound documents, put his left arm against the frosted glass door and entered the office when he heard a sweet voice, frowned, and then returned to his expressionless expression.

"President Meng, the copying is finished." Mu Qingqiu interrupted the irrelevant conversation between Shen Menghan and Meng Zijun.

"Okay. Put it on your desk and have it ready for tomorrow's meeting."

"Yes."

Out of courtesy, Mu Qingqiu poured Shen Menghan a glass of warm water.Then he stood by Meng Zijun's desk and didn't speak.

Meng Zijun looked at Mu Qingqiu, who was slightly sweating on the busy sideburns, pursed his lips, and said to Shen Menghan: "School is still very heavy, right? You don't have to wait for me to finish eating, you can go back first. The lunch box... I'll ask Assistant Yuan to deliver it later. In the past. Auntie always brought such exquisite meals, it really bothered you too much. Actually, it’s not necessary. The last time I met by chance, I should help. After all, we have been friends for so many years. Grandpa and Shen’s family are also old friends. Besides, if you catch a cold Not good."

"Ah, don't bother. My mother said that you usually pay attention to work. You must not have much time to eat well. There is a top nutritionist at home. It's all by the way. Then I won't bother Brother Meng's work. Go back to school first and trouble your assistant gone."

"En, good." Meng Zijun nodded, then looked at Mu Qingqiu, signaling to see off the guests.

Mu Qingqiu nodded and said, "Miss Shen, I'll take you downstairs."

Meng Zijun pulled out the vegetables, there is still a lot of meat, save it for Qingqiu, he said in his heart.

This guy was so skinny when I first met him in college, he was full of bones. He finally saw some flesh before, and he felt thin again after working overtime and preparing new projects these days.

Meng Zijun put down his chopsticks and waited for Mu Qingqiu to eat together.Looking at the blue sky reflected in the Baiyu Building outside the window, I feel that Shen Menghan has been coming a bit frequently recently, obviously they are people who have not contacted for a long time.

"Mr. Meng, Ms. Shen has already been sent to the car." Mu Qingqiu came back and said, seeing the lunch box just now.

"Okay. You go to the pantry to get the bowl and chopsticks."

"Okay..." Mu Qingqiu knew that Meng Zijun had left a lot of food for himself, so he happily went to get the bowls and chopsticks.

"Zi~Zi~"

Mu Qingqiu's phone vibrated twice, and it didn't take long for it to vibrate twice before falling to the carpet.

Meng Zijun picked up Mu Qingqiu's phone, and was about to put it back on the table, when a third text message came—"Don't worry, this time, I will definitely make Shen Menghan die of pain."

Meng Zijun's pupils shrank slightly, and he slid down the screen to see the messages from the first two unfamiliar numbers.

When Mu Qingqiu walked into the office with a bowl and chopsticks, Meng Zijun asked with a mobile phone, "Mu Qingqiu, what do you mean?!"

Mu Qingqiu glanced at it and knew that he had been exposed.

Sure enough, not sleeping for two days still has a lot of influence, let Tang Wanzhou prescribe some sleeping pills for herself on weekends.

Just as Mu Qingqiu was planning to make up a lie, Meng Zijun said angrily again: "I trust you so much, yet you do such things behind your back?!"

trust.

When Mu Qingqiu heard this word, his heart tightened.He clenched his fists tightly and tried to remain calm: "This is my own private matter and has nothing to do with Mr. Meng."

"Why is it irrelevant? My secretary secretly wants to do such a thing to my friend? How far are you going to put me?!"

Meng Zijun's neck was already flushed, and the volume also increased: "This is not your first time, right? Why? Why did you do this? You are not such a person!"

"No reason. And I didn't do anything, just provide funds. You regard Shen Menghan as a friend, but others don't think so. He comes here every day to deliver bento, don't you know why?"

Meng Zijun really didn't know that he and Shen Menghan were childhood sweethearts. Although they hadn't had much contact in recent years, they still had some friendship. Meng Zijun always thought it was just thanks for the help that day.

"why?"

"Of course it is to establish a good relationship with you, so that you can marry Shen Menghan soon! How could you not see it?" Mu Qingqiu knocked the bowl and chopsticks on the table casually, his tone was not only angry, but also disappointed and regretful.

"Then that's not the reason for you to do such a thing!!" Meng Zijun dropped his phone to the ground, which touched his bottom line. His anger made him ignore Mu Qingqiu's trembling lips, "From today onwards, you don't have to I’m coming to work now, I don’t need you anymore! I don’t want to raise a tiger! Seeing the relationship in the past, pack up your things and leave immediately! I don’t want to see you again!!”

"Why?! I'm only targeting Shen Menghan, not you! Everything I do will never hurt you!"

"The Meng family and the Shen family are family friends, so how could it not hurt me? I really misjudged before, and you obviously weren't..." Meng Zijun couldn't continue, the content in the text message made him feel unreasonable.

"No, never. Really. Don't you believe me?" Mu Qingqiu's heart seemed to be tightly held by someone.The tone that was still annoyed just now suddenly became a little pleading, like a drowning man clutching a driftwood begging to be rescued on a wooden boat.

"I don't believe it. I misread you."

I do not believe.

As soon as the three words came out, Mu Qingqiu suddenly felt that he couldn't breathe, as if he had returned to the rainy night before.Mu Qingqiu looked up, his disappointed eyes overlapped with the past.

Can't the six years of getting along with you prove my character?

Trust is a fragile emotion.

Mu Qingqiu suddenly laughed.

"I can prove it with death-I will never hurt you. Do you believe it?"

Meng Zijun shook his head, how could someone be so stupid as to sacrifice himself for such a proof?It's nothing more than he is afraid that if he announces this matter, he will be hindered in the future.

Meng Zijun turned her head away from him and pointed to the door, "You leave now, I won't say anything about this matter, you go find another job. We parted ways."

"I won't leave! You don't believe me! I'll prove it to you!!" Mu Qingqiu roared with his eyes wide open, grabbed the utility knife in the pen holder, and slashed at the artery on his left wrist.

This series of actions was very quick, as if it had already been done once.

Everything happened so suddenly, before Meng Zijun could react, Mu Qingqiu fainted to the ground due to blood loss.

The light gray carpet was stained with a bright flush.

The author has something to say: Let me explain that there is a reason why the male supporting role is so extreme, not just to promote the plot.After all, from a certain point of view, the male supporting role can also be regarded as the male protagonist of this book.

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