salt by salt

Stepping into this building again, watching the numbers jump up on the elevator, I let out a breath slowly.

Although this company was founded by Xu Yucheng, I was the one who developed it bit by bit from scratch.After the internal conflicts broke out in the Xu family, the company was sold by Xu Yucheng to Andre, who was the president of the Xu family at the time, and then passed into the hands of Yang Chen and Song Cheng.

In the past three years, almost all the subordinates I was familiar with left.

After the Xu family's accident happened, Tang Mo took the initiative to win Xu Yucheng's appreciation and managed the company for a short period of time.Although there was a lot of talk in the company at the time, everything was developing steadily.

Xu's executives changed hands, and Andre took the company from Xu Yucheng.He didn't like Tang Mo, and he hated her betrayal behavior even more.How clever Tang Mo was, she quietly resigned before he found a reason to attack.

Her resignation seemed to be a signal before the downhill. Many people in the management realized the precarious job prospects and jumped ship one after another.Immediately afterwards, the company was acquired by Yang Chen and merged into the media group under his name. The original trajectory was completely covered, and it became an underappreciated vassal.

After that, Song Cheng took over the company half a year ago.

All of the above was told to me in detail by Hu Ru—one of the few faces I know so far.She and Tang Mo used to be my secretary together. After the company was deconstructed and reorganized, she worked in the administrative department, and now I am transferred back to my side.

Hu Ru was very pleasantly surprised by my return, and when he learned that he had been promoted suddenly, he burst into a bright smile.

She took a few deep breaths to stabilize her excitement, raised her head and said to me: "Although it is a bit flattering to say so, I still think that you, the boss, are the ones who really care about the company's affairs. I felt special when I first joined the company. Enthusiastic. Sister Tang said that you are not in good health and have gone to recuperate. Everyone is very sad. I want to visit but I can't get in touch with you."

The people who appeared at my "funeral" had their own evil intentions, and it is estimated that there are not many guys who really believe it.Tang Mo probably also realized that there was something hidden about this matter, otherwise she could have told Hu Ru and others about my death.

Fortunately, she didn't tell the truth, so I don't have to explain the reasons for "fraudulent corpse" one by one.

"Do you still have contact with Tang Mo?" I asked Hu Ru, "You can ask her to come out for a gathering, but where is she?"

I have complicated feelings for Tang Mo.In the early stage of the company, I held two positions by myself. There were too many things I didn't understand, and I was very busy all day long.She grew up with me all the way, and silently undertook a lot of work, which made me moved and grateful.

So even after learning of her power-seizure behavior, apart from the heartache at that moment, I have no resentment, and even a little bit of relief.This company is like my child, I believe it can grow up well in the hands of Tang Mo.

Hu Ru didn't know what I was thinking at all, and said with a smile: "Sister Tang is not in City B, she went back to her hometown to get married, the wedding held last year, and the groom was very handsome."

"Really." I closed the document in front of me, "I should give her a wedding gift, please send me her current contact information."

There are too many irresistible factors outside, and no one can do anything about it.

There was a knock on the door, and Hu Ru stepped back gently.The man who came in was dressed in a suit and leather shoes and had ordinary features. He was in his early thirties, and he had a serious and unsmiling demeanor.

I am now a veritable "airborne soldier", and I have been away from the shopping mall for too long, so it is inevitable that I will be unfamiliar with my methods. Song Cheng said that he didn't want me to bother me too much, so he asked him to "help".

Ye Zhifan.I chewed the names on the personnel information, and glanced at the rows of glorious resumes.

Although I selfishly felt that he was demoted to be my assistant, he was overqualified, but Song Cheng arranged this to assist me in my work, not to mention that he had been in charge of the company's affairs before, so I couldn't refute it.

Putting away my thoughts, I reached out and shook hands with him: "Mr. Ye."

"Hi Mr. Xu, just call me Xiaoye."

The seat I'm sitting at the moment should belong to him, but Ye Zhifan didn't show any dissatisfaction, and there was a bit of just right caution in his capable attitude.It puts me in a good mood - no one likes to be respected and valued, and I am no exception.

I smiled sincerely, and regained some familiar feeling of mastering the situation: "Please sit down. I haven't touched this for a long time, and I don't know enough about the status quo of the industry. Why don't you talk about your own ideas first."

The driver drove forward steadily, Song Cheng asked me with a smile: "Today is the first day of work, how is it?"

"Tired," I said, "but feeling good."

"Do you have a headache? Lie down and let me rub it for you."

The interior is roomy, with more than enough room for two men sitting side by side.I read a lot of materials today, and my eyeballs and the back of my head were slightly swollen, so I was not very polite, and lay down on my side, with my head resting on Song Cheng's lap.

He stretched out his hands to massage me, his fingertips were dry and soft, and he patiently rubbed the stiff muscles in my neck away little by little.I sighed, and felt a lot more relaxed, and the atmosphere in the car was so soothing that it made people drowsy.

From the corner of the eye, Song Cheng's eyelashes drooped and his expression was focused.There is a charming heroism in his deep eyebrows and eyes, which is indescribably good-looking.

The bottom of his heart twitched and ached, and his frowning brows were suddenly smoothed away by his fingers. Song Cheng whispered: "Don't frown, you can tell me if you have any troubles."

I remained silent, he didn't ask any further questions, and started talking about other topics: "How is Ye Zhifan?"

"That's right." I changed my posture slightly, and turned my head to cover my face. "He has a very good attitude... He also has a very keen sense of business, and he handles things in an orderly manner. I don't need to do anything."

Song Cheng smiled slightly, with a gentle expression, he gently stroked my hair: "It's fine if you're there."

He pressed me for a long time, until I was too embarrassed to enjoy it anymore, sat up and straightened my clothes: "Are your hands sore?"

"How long is it?" Song Cheng said helplessly, "I am willing to do this for you, don't always be so polite, as if you owe me something."

I don't know how to answer, he leaned forward and kissed my lips, rubbing the bridge of his nose against my skin, there was a wordless intimacy between his breathing and blending.My hand was firmly held, and my fingers were tightly intertwined. It reminded me of the time when I leaned on each other in the rental house, and a familiar feeling surged in my heart.

"Junyan, you're shaking." He wrapped his arms around me with his other hand, "What's wrong with you?"

I looked at my abnormally trembling fingers, then at his face, and shook my head: "I don't know."

I don't know exactly which part of the brain is having the attack.

Wu Mian told me not to do too many mental activities, let alone stare at the computer screen for a long time.However, I don't want to be a hands-off shopkeeper, thinking that it's just a matter of concentrating on the job and planning a short meeting, and nothing will happen.

This is my first day in office, but my body can't even support this kind of work.

"Maybe... it's a bit cold, the air conditioner is too low." I was worried that after telling the truth, Song Cheng would arrange for me to recuperate at home and let Ye Zhifan take over the company's affairs, so I hurriedly explained, "I was still wearing short sleeves at this time last year. , not quite used to the temperature in city B."

Song Cheng frowned worriedly, he touched my cheek, and asked the driver to increase the temperature inside the car.

After a while, the heat surged up, and I was so hot that my mouth was dry, so I couldn't help taking off my coat, and only wore a close-fitting turtleneck sweater.Song Cheng still looked normal, unaware that the temperature in the car was too high, he coaxed me: "Put on some clothes, or you'll catch a cold easily."

I remembered that he used to only wear a coat or coat in winter, and he could even take pictures in icy water.I don't know whether it was born like this or acquired training, Song Cheng's tolerance for extreme environments is extremely high, and now it is probably not a problem at all.

This time it was entirely my own fault.Resigned to my fate, I put my coat back on, and lowered my head to find that the back and forth friction made my sensitive nipples stand up, and a protrusion was propped up under the thin sweater, and the shape of a golden ring could be vaguely seen.

I pressed that spot carefully, and pulled the sweater again, trying to cover up the strangeness, but when I looked up, I saw Song Cheng staring at me intently.

He and I looked at each other for a moment, my cheeks were hot immediately, I wanted to explain that I didn't mean it, but I saw his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and then he lowered his head and pressed my lips.

Song Cheng kissed very hard, almost eagerly, I obediently let him kiss, my trembling fingers grabbed his shoulder.

"...Don't do this kind of thing in front of others in the future, okay?"

I nodded indiscriminately, he let go of me a little, and caressed my face with his slender fingers, this time I really saw myself reflected in his eyes.

"The driver is in front." Song Cheng reached out and lifted the hem of my sweater. I realized his hint, glanced at the raised partition, and whispered, "Maybe I'll hear it."

"He will pretend he didn't hear." He took my hand and kissed my knuckles that were still trembling nervously, "Junyan..."

When Song Cheng spoke, there was an infatuation in his eyes that couldn't be hidden, revealing an irresistible lust.That face is a mixture of mature restraint and impulsive desire, making it even more attractive.

The exhaled air caressed the back of my hand, and I withdrew my hand as if I had been scalded.

"Nothing is scary."

Lu Changbai handed me a pen.

"I used the pen in your hand to sign the marriage application back then. It was my first investment. It didn't cost much, but I could get huge profits."

He stood behind me and nodded in satisfaction, looking at me as if a calligraphy teacher was examining his favorite student.

I couldn't help retorting: "There is no business in this world that doesn't cost money. Marriage is about investing in yourself."

"You take 'yourself' too seriously and too precious. The value of a person changes with the change of status. When you have nothing, you are the cheapest thing, and anyone can contain and control you. But-don't be afraid of having nothing , should enjoy this state.”

Lu Changbai smiled at me, I suddenly understood Lu Jingfan's fascination with him.That kind of confidence in control coated his face with a layer of mature charm beyond the years. He was shameless enough and strong enough.

The collection of poems lay quietly next to the documents to be signed, and the portrait of the poet on the cover looked solemn as if in mourning.

"Toshihiko, sign it."

The mean is the pass of the mean, and the noble is the epitaph of the noble.