Ouyang Jin, you bastard

Standing at the window, looking at the people walking downstairs, Gu Nanting couldn't tell what it was like.

Just a few minutes ago, he rejected Ouyang Jin's dinner invitation without hesitation, and immediately kicked him out after signing the contract.

Thinking of the disappointment that flashed across that person's face, Gu Nanting was inexplicably agitated.

Looking at the coffee cup on the side, Gu Nanting called Zhang Wen.

"Mr. Gu!"

"Go, give him the bottle of coffee beans in the office cabinet...I mean send it to Ouyang Jin."

After Gu Nanting finished speaking, he concealedly picked up the contract on the table and looked at it. He didn't send it because the other party liked it. He just... just thanked him for the extra half a percentage point.

"President Gu?" Zhang Wen hesitated to speak.

"what happened?"

"Well, Mr. Ouyang Mr. Ouyang doesn't like the taste of that kind of coffee. Mr. Ouyang specially prepared those for you."

Zhang Wen looked at Gu Nanting's obscure face, paused, and then said: "Besides, Mr. Ouyang has a bad stomach, so he can't drink coffee."

Can't drink?

Gu Nanting walked up to the chair where Ouyang Jin was sitting, and looked at the coffee cup on the table.

The cup was already empty, only the milky white liquid remained at the bottom, with doubts, Gu Nanting picked it up and smelled it.

"milk!?"

"Yes!" Zhang Wen nodded slightly, recalling the past, and said with a wry smile: "President Ouyang didn't like milk at first, but later, after being admitted to the hospital a few times, he was harassed by our secretaries, so he started to drink milk. .”

"Just?" Thinking of Ouyang Jin's expression when he was holding a milk cup, Zhang Wen couldn't help laughing.

"Just what?" Gu Nanting asked, he didn't like the feeling that he didn't know anything and was kept in the dark.

This feeling that everyone is awake and he is drunk alone is really bad.

"It's just that Mr. Ouyang thinks it's shameful to drink milk, so he asked us to drink milk for him in a coffee cup and add half a sugar..." Thinking about it, Zhang Wen laughed.

This kind of smile from the heart made Gu Nanting feel dazzling, and his tone couldn't help but stiffen: "What's so funny?"

"Drinking milk in a coffee cup, hum." Gu Nanting snorted, and said, "He can do it! Hypocrisy!"

If you can't drink it, you can't drink it, what a fake, it's not too embarrassing!

"No, we all think President Ouyang... I mean Mr. Ouyang looks so handsome drinking milk from a coffee cup. Now many people in the company drink milk from coffee cups."

As he spoke, Zhang Wen couldn't help but blushed.

Gu Nanting stared at Zhang Wen, the ruddy smile on the other's face made him feel as if a stone was blocked in his heart, heavy, depressing, and uncomfortable.

"Are you on good terms? Are you familiar?"

Zhang Wen paused, why did she feel that there was a strong hostility in Gu Nanting's words?

Due to his survival instinct and his professional keen observation skills, Zhang Wen did not hesitate to choose a wise and safe strategy: "No, we are not familiar with each other. We are just an ordinary subordinate-subordinate relationship."

Gu Nanting was a little aggrieved, as if he had punched the cotton, he waved his hand and let Zhang Wen back out.

On the other side, in the car.

Ouyang Jin covered her lips and coughed for a long while, until her eyes were moist before barely stopping.

"If you don't wear a mask if you are told to, it will make you feel comfortable coughing, right?" Situ Yun was driving the car, but he couldn't hide his worry while enjoying himself.

Since the last time he was injured, Ouyang Jin's lungs have been severely damaged, let alone a cold and fever, even a gust of cold air or a gust of cool wind is enough to make him cough for a long time.

"It's very comfortable, why don't you try it?"

"Let's go, I brought you water, drink some!" Situ Yun motioned to Ouyang Jin, and the thermos on the other side was water for him.

Ouyang Jin took a sip, frowned and swallowed: "What are you brewing, it's so bad?"

"Old Wang prescribed lung-nourishing tea," Situ Yuan sighed, he knew that Ouyang Jin didn't like to drink it, and he didn't like the taste either.

"As far as your situation is concerned, don't be picky, just drink if you don't want to die."

"Hey, poor baby, there is no one around who knows the cold and the hot." Ouyang Jin shook his head pretendingly, his words were desolate and miserable: "Poor, so pitiful, so pitiful I!"