I was taken care of by my favorite star

This sentence is actually like a small burr stuck in the flesh. Although it is not fatal, it will always remind her faintly: it actually hurts!

Xiong Yizhen could only try her best not to think about it, so she could temporarily forget about it, but after working for two days, a piece of news completely drove her into the abyss.

It was a payment message.

……

At the regular meeting, Mr. Xiong Yizhen struggled to restrain his irritability, and listened to the report of a certain department manager with a blank expression.

The meeting room returned to silence. Even the people who kept recording something on the paper put down their pens in embarrassment because of the oppressive atmosphere, and turned their eyes to the people who were still standing on the demonstration stage.

Department manager:"……"

After receiving sights from all directions, the department manager had no choice but to speak: "Mr. Xiong, is there anything you are not satisfied with?"

Xiong Yizhen raised her eyelids, those big eyes looked really scary at this moment, she took a deep breath to calm herself down, but still there was still some terrifying expression as if she was about to eat people.

Everyone was concerned, especially the department manager, who was sweating coldly waiting for the president's next words.

Afterwards, Xiong Yizhen moved her lips and said, "That's a good speech."

Everyone: "..."

The secretary sitting next to Xiong Yizhen wiped his sweat silently, ignoring all the searching eyes cast on him.

The secretary seemed to be staring at the document in his hand, and said with his mind: "I don't know, OK?"

However, after the meeting adjourned, the secretary was still controlled by all parties.

"I'm going! I'm going!" the secretary yelled in humiliation.

……

Xiong Yizhen felt that she seemed to have gotten carried away recently.

She took the desk calendar on the desk and looked through it. Two months ago today, she signed a nurturing agreement with Zhou Yushi.After confirming, her throat seemed to be blocked by cotton, and she was completely speechless.

In fact, she didn't know what to say.

Xiong Yizhen turned on her mobile phone, and her desktop had been replaced with a photo of her and Zhou Yushi.After that day, they actually took a lot of photos one after another, but at this time Xiong Yizhen couldn't stop swiping left and right, but felt that those smiles were too dazzling, and the more she looked at it, the more empty she felt.

It is undeniable that her thoughts on Zhou Yushi were relatively superficial at the beginning.But since getting along, Xiong Yizhen is also very clear that her relationship has undergone a qualitative change and has become much deeper.She began to regard Zhou Yushi as a lover, rather than a simple item that she wanted very much.So in the process, Xiong Yizhen took it for granted that Zhou Yushi treated her the same way.

But after receiving the third month's maintenance fee, Xiong Yizhen suddenly understood that the relationship between the two of them was unequal from the very beginning—she pays and she stays with her.

There has never been "mutual" in these words.

And all the warmth soaked in the honey jar these days are all illusions.

This conclusion made her feel horrified. Xiong Yizhen leaned weakly on the boss chair, kicked off her shoes without looking, stepped on the chair, and then hugged her knees with her hands, desperately shrinking herself into a ball.

Who would not be wronged by this kind of thing?

Xiong Yizhen didn't touch a single cent of the money for the past two months. She had a not-so-romantic idea: She wanted to put away all the things Zhou Yushi gave her, and when the right time came, she wanted to share them together. In front of Zhou Yushi.

But now, this is no longer necessary.

Xiong Yizhen turned the card in her hand, took the handset of the landline and dialed an internal line.

The phone was automatically cut off because no one answered, and Xiong Yizhen was about to have a seizure when someone in the office was knocked lightly.

"Come in!" Xiong Yizhen said in a stiff tone.

As soon as the door opened, his face was revealed, and it was exactly the person she was looking for.

"Mr. Xiong," the secretary who was kicked out of the shelves sneered, and justified his abruptness by saying, "You haven't booked your flight ticket to City B this week. What time do you think is suitable?"

Xiong Yizhen turned dark uncontrollably, looked at him resentfully, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not going!"

How could the secretary not know that he had hit the gun, and hurriedly resigned: "That's fine, then I'll go back first."

"wait!"

"Do you have any other orders?" The secretary put on a sad smile in his heart.

Xiong Yizhen breathed a sigh of relief, and the corners of her lips curled up, forcing a smile at him.

secretary:"……"

Xiong Yizhen's skill is not enough, she can't be like her brother, she can't see the emotions at all, and the appearance is still full of flaws. At this time, the expression is stiff and ugly, it's just a smile.

Seeing the president's lame acting skills, the secretary felt a deep headache—who on earth messed with his ancestors again? !

Xiong Yizhen put the card on the table, pressed the index finger and middle finger against the edge and pushed forward, saying, "This card is for you."

Secretary: "...?" My boss can't be a celebrity, so he wants to hire me?

Xiong Yizhen noticed the secretary's increasingly weird expression, and vaguely sensed something, and hurriedly continued: "There are 3000 million in this card, and there will be another 1000 million in the account every month, which is the same as my salary card. Let’s send all the money to my parents’ card.”

"Okay." The secretary responded lightly, but his heart was still shaking: How can this be a matter of support, the president is probably going to rob a bank!

"There's nothing else to do." Xiong Yizhen waved her hands listlessly.

……

Do you want to continue?

If you continue, what identity will you use?

Xiong Yizhen thought about it for a day, but still couldn't come to a final conclusion.

Reason told her: You can stop!It's not that you lack this little money, and it's really unnecessary to do your best for such an unequal relationship.but……

Xiong Yizhen touched her chest - the voice inside disagreed!At first, the same voice was screaming "like" and "want" frantically.But now, if she imagined the scene of being separated from Zhou Yushi for a moment, her eyes would immediately turn red.Even after this incident, the grievance is far greater than the anger.

"Was I originally such a person?" Xiong Yizhen couldn't help muttering, now, even she couldn't understand herself.

At noon, Zhou Yushi contacted her, but Xiong Yizhen was still in a state of embarrassment. She just said that she was busy with work, and immediately threw the phone aside.

She continued to eat boxed lunches in a rage, survived working hours in a rage, and went home to take a bath in a rage...Because she was absent-minded, Xiong Yizhen didn't even notice that the cold water was put in too much, until she sat in the bathtub, she was so cold that she shivered. He cried almost instantly.

In fact, the thunder was loud and the rain was little. Except for the first tear that leaked out, she kept howling and did not shed a single tear.

In most cases, crying is not for a certain result, but just an emotional vent.

So after Xiong Yizhen grew up, she didn't cry very much. After all, she didn't need to cry to get what she wanted, and she rarely encountered situations that would make her cry.Even when she was watching a tragedy and couldn't control her emotions, she mostly dropped golden beans silently.It's not like today, it seems that if you don't cry out, you will never be able to spit out the stagnant air in your chest.

Therefore, when Xiong Yizhen finally came out of the shower, her eyes were only slightly red, but her voice was quite hoarse.

Zhou Yushi sent her another message.

She originally wanted to use work as an excuse again, but as soon as she got the phone in her hand, Xiong Yizhen couldn't bear it anymore.

"Forget it, at least Zhou Yushi isn't tired of me now, so let's drink poison to quench my thirst... It's cheap!" Xiong Yizhen muttered, readjusting her mentality, and facing her benefactor father.

……

After the call was connected, Xiong Yizhen said "Hello?" softly.

"Zhenzhen?" Zhou Yushi was keenly aware of the strangeness: "Your voice is not quite right."

"Ah?!" Xiong Yizhen completely forgot about this point. She only remembered that she cried and her eyes should be red, so she didn't answer the video, but chose to make a phone call, but looking at it now, it seems self-defeating.

"Speak," Zhou Yushi said anxiously, "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine." Xiong Yizhen just finished speaking, and felt that this was too fake, so she hurriedly shouted subconsciously: "I'm fine!"

The person on the other end of the phone rubbed his ears and said dumbfoundedly: "Tell me quickly, what's the matter with you?"

"I have a cold," Xiong Yizhen sniffled artificially, and subconsciously said coquettishly, "Yu Shi, I feel so bad..." But she told the truth unconsciously.

Of course Zhou Yushi didn't know about this incident. Hearing the other party's strong nasal voice, her heart was slightly troubled: "Why did you catch a cold all of a sudden? Have you seen a doctor?"

"Not yet," Xiong Yizhen enjoyed the implied worry in her tone, and immediately felt that even if it was her illusion, she was satisfied: "I woke up this morning with a stuffy nose, but I didn't expect it to get worse."

"If you're still not well in two days, go to the hospital obediently, do you hear me?"

"I heard!"

"Take care of yourself." Zhou Yushi sighed: "The progress here is too fast, I can't leave."

"I know." Xiong Yizhen gently closed her eyelids, covering what was about to overflow from them.

——Probably sour and sweet.