Passionate to know

Hearing An Zhi say thank you, Hu Jiajia couldn't react for a while, and it took a long time to come back and blushed: "No, it's okay."

Hu Jiajia scratched his head in embarrassment.Said: "You are so lucky, why did the head of the personnel department come here by chance today, and Du Hai hit the gun right now."

"It's not a coincidence, he came to see me." An Zhi replied.

"Eh?"

"There was a typo in the information form handed in yesterday," An Zhi explained.

Hu Jiajia understood this time, yesterday was Anzhi's first day at work, and he had to fill out an information form and submit it to the HR department as usual.If there are mistakes, the person in charge will check them in person the next day.But how could it be so coincidental that Du Hai ran into him when he was in a mess?Could it be that An Zhi felt that the supervisor got angry yesterday, figured out Du Hai's fault, and dug a hole for him to jump into?No, no, Hu Jiajia shook his head, laughing at his wild thoughts.

Du Hai didn't show up until after get off work. During this period, colleagues were called over by the HR department one after another for questioning.Looking back, everyone understood a bunch of conversations with each other.

This time Du Hai hit the wound directly, beat someone in the company, An Zhi let alone fight back, didn't even reply a few words, it was obviously Du Hai's fault.In addition, he usually offends a lot of people, and when someone from above comes to question him, it is natural that there is revenge for injustice, and revenge for revenge.From the words of the manager of the personnel department, it is estimated that he did not run away when he was told to pack up and leave.

10 minutes after get off work.

Seeing that the entire office hall was empty, An Zhi slowly stood up while supporting the desk.

Du Hai's kick happened to hit An Zhi's ankle, and it hurt so much at the moment, every step he took was like stepping on the tip of a knife.

An Zhi walked slowly to the elevator door in small steps. Although his expression remained unchanged, the fine beads of sweat on his forehead and his pale complexion betrayed him.

Just as the elevator door was about to open, there was a sudden sharp pain in her foot. An Zhi lost her footing and fell straight towards the elevator.

Without the expected pain, An Zhi was quickly protected in his arms by the people in the elevator.

"Anzhi?"

An Zhi looked up, seeing a magnified handsome face in front of him, Song Zhiyang was a little surprised: "Sick?"

An Zhi came to his senses and found that he was still nestled in his arms. Song Zhiyang's overheated body temperature wrapped his whole body, so he struggled hard to stand still.

Only then did Song Zhiyang realize that An Zhi was injured on his foot, "Who did it?"

"No one."

Song Zhiyang laughed: "Then I have to invite someone to renovate the company tomorrow, and see where the uneven ground can make it like this."

Anzhi didn't answer.

Song Zhiyang said, "I'll take you to the hospital."

An Zhi refused: "No need."

"I'm the boss, do you have any problems with the employees?" Song Zhiyang raised his eyebrows, "Besides, I also have some business to tell you about new product design."

"……it is good."

Satisfied, Song Zhiyang helped An Zhi get out of the elevator.An Zhi walked very slowly, and Song Zhiyang patiently followed his pace.When he got into Song Zhiyang's car, An Zhi's back was already soaked.

Song Zhiyang sat in the cab, and suddenly leaned towards An Zhi. An Zhi's body froze, feeling that Song Zhiyang's breath was only a tiny distance away from him, he dodged backwards, and pressed his back against the back of the chair.Seeing An Zhi's reaction, Song Zhiyang was slightly taken aback, stretched out his hand to pull off the seat belt, fastened it for An Zhi, then sat upright and started the car.

A few turns to the hospital.

Song Zhiyang opened the door for Anzhi, "Can I go?"

An Zhi is still stubborn: "Yes."

Song Zhiyang glanced at An Zhi's swollen ankle, sighed, and bent down.

An Zhi suddenly felt a shadow over his head, and then his waist and knees felt hot, and he felt weightless.

Song Zhiyang actually picked him up by the waist.

An Zhi frowned and said, "Put me down."

Song Zhiyang lost his temper all of a sudden, tightened his hands a little more, and looked at An Zhi: "If you want to attract more attention, you need to struggle harder."

An Zhi was completely quiet, and Song Zhiyang carried him to register, ask a doctor, and prescribe medicine.

When Song Zhiyang put An Zhi down, he realized that An Zhi's ears were flushed from the side of his neck.

shy?Song Zhiyang looked down at An Zhi, thoughtful.

"I'm hurting my muscles and bones, and I can't walk for a month. I'll rub this medicine three times a day."

With the doctor's order, the two came out of the hospital.

"Where is your home, I'll take you home." Song Zhiyang opened the car door.

An Zhi already knew that it was useless to refuse, so he obediently got into the car.

"Thank you."

An Zhi looked straight at Song Zhiyang. It was the first time Song Zhiyang looked at him so closely. An Zhi's eyebrows and eyes were beautiful, with long eyelashes and slightly drooping eyes. Some faint.

Song Zhiyang smiled slightly: "Just a thank you and you want to send me away?"

An Zhi lowered his eyes: "Then what do you want?"

Song Zhiyang stroked his chin as if he was thinking, and then suddenly said with a serious face: "Well, or, just give me a smile, Xiao Anzhi."