Spontaneous Combustion

On Monday morning, Ruan Wei and the leader took two hours of personal leave and appeared in the high-level office of Guangli Bank.

"Mr. Shen is still having a weekly meeting, please wait a moment," the poker-faced assistant put down a cup of black tea and quietly retreated out.

The sound insulation of the director's office is good, she slept too late yesterday, staying in an overly quiet space made Ruan Wei feel in a trance.

It seems that every scene after meeting Shen Tingmo again has no sense of reality, as if floating among the clouds.

Ruan Wei has been impatient since she was a child, and she rarely has a quiet moment. Almost all the scenes of patiently waiting in her memory are related to the current waiting object.

Wait for him to finish class, wait for him to rehearse, wait for him to work, wait for him to perform, and wait for him to finish all things that have nothing to do with him.

At that time, Ruan Wei didn't understand, this kind of waiting cautiously, at a loss, and not daring to say anything, has been described by countless people.

It is sour, weightless, self-aware of warmth and coldness, and is called unrequited love by people.

When the office door was pushed open from the outside, Ruan Wei was still wandering with his head down, a pair of black Derby shoes entered his field of vision, Shen Tingmo bowed slightly, and was at eye level with him, which was a basic social courtesy.

"Awaited."

There was no emotional ups and downs in either expression or voice.

Only then did Ruan Wei affirm that everything that night was just an illusion, Shen Tingmo in reality was still an unkind flower of high mountains, the same as before.

"I've been used to it for a long time," Ruan Wei leaned back, opened the distance between Shen Tingmo and leaned on the sofa in a leisurely posture, holding the back of the sofa with his right hand, and holding the black tea just poured by his assistant with his left hand, eyes Half-squinting to see the well-dressed Shen Tingmo.

"Director Shen manages a lot of things every day, unlike me, an idler."

Ruan Wei raised the black tea and made a toast gesture, obviously wanting to be cool, but because of the cartoon pattern on the teacup, he looked a little silly.

An English-style teacup with a wide mouth and a thin handle, with a white background pattern, and a small creamy gray hedgehog embossed on it, and the round black eyes are portrayed vividly.

"Pfft..." Ruan Wei noticed the pattern on the cup, almost spit out the black tea she just drank, and coughed twice: "Is this your cup?"

The corner of Shen Tingmo's mouth curled up slightly: "Don't you like it?"

Ruan Wei pushed the little hedgehog far away in disgust, as if there was something dirty on the cup: "This is not your style." And it is not business-like at all, not elite, and should not appear in the office of a bank executive.

"It's not mine." Shen Tingmo looked at him quietly, still expressionless: "I bought it for you."

"And these, you might like them," Shen Tingmo didn't wait for his response, leaned over and took out a few exquisitely packaged small boxes from under the coffee table, including pine nuts, cookies, cranberries, etc., which were all Ruan Wei's favorite snacks.

Ruan Wei was shocked by the realization that "Shen Tingmo is treating me well", and at the same time instinctively refused to accept its authenticity.

"Shen Tingmo, if you are kidnapped, just blink." It took Ruan Wei a long time to regain her thoughts, and she couldn't believe it.

"Huh?" Shen Tingmo turned his head in confusion, as if he didn't follow Ruan Wei's jumping dialogue, his eyelashes naturally blinked twice.

Ruan Wei beat her chest and stamped her feet, suddenly realized: "I knew you were kidnapped, who forced you to do this, was it my dad?"

Shen Tingmo: "What are you talking about?"

It was difficult for Ruan Wei to organize his words for a while, and he said incoherently, "That's it... you, act as a driver for me, post emojis, borrow money... buy me snacks and teacups, do you have any difficulties?"

Before Shen Tingmo could answer, Ruan Wei made up a lot of messy possibilities by himself.

"It's definitely not coercion. If you don't like this, it must be temptation. You like making money the most."

"Did my father give you money? You have handled VIP luxury services for me in your bank? He wants to compensate me for my mother's affairs?"

"Or, in the trust fund that my mother set up for me, there is a personal consultant package. If you treat me well and take care of me, can you get paid in the trust fund?"

Ruan Wei's imagination is absurd, but it is not without factual basis and precedent.

If you spend money, you can invite a virtual lover to chat with you, and you can even get exclusive private customer service for the game krypton gold. There is nothing wrong with a property trust with a total value of over [-] million, and a personal consultant to make him happy.

Ruan Wei recalled a long memory. One of his elementary school classmates suffered from mental illness due to bullying. For the sake of the child’s physical and mental health, the wealthy parents hired teachers of various subjects to teach private classes at home, and even tried their best to find a few Children from ordinary families around act as friendly classmates who accompany him through the entire trauma healing period.

Ruan Wei felt that his current situation might be the same as that child's, while Shen Tingmo was a "classmate" that his mother paid for him.

"It must be my mother. She has always regarded me as a giant baby. Only she can think of such a thing."

"As an executive, you have to take care of this with your position. This service must be very expensive, right?"

Ruan Wei was neurotic like a chatterer, so he missed the flash of loneliness in Shen Tingmo's eyes.

Shen Tingmo has never been good at explaining or explaining to Ruan Wei, before and now.

In college, some classmates often joked that Shen Tingmo was like a fire extinguisher that ruled Ruan Wei, and the upright and impulsive Ruan Wei would become very good when he met Shen Tingmo.

However, Shen Tingmo felt that Ruan Weicai was more like some kind of container, filled with Shen Tingmo, soaked in liquid, blinded his senses, blocked his perception, dissolved every nerve in his body, and made them tremble because of Ruan Wei pain.

It is blinding the eyes and deceiving the ears.

Shen Tingmo didn't deny it aloud, as if he calmly accepted all Ruan Wei's wild imagination.

In Ruan Wei's view, this is the default——

In the mother's estate plan, there are clauses for treating her son well.

"Hey... Is your bank's service so comprehensive..." Ruan Wei said witty words, but a blush gradually spread around her eyes:

"She is so worried about me, am I so unreliable? It's like Tuogu, it's too exaggerated..."

Shen Tingmo knew that Ruan Wei missed his mother.

That gentle and kind lady is worthy of the memory of all acquaintances including Shen Tingmo.

A big warm and dry hand landed on the top of Ruan Wei's hair and rubbed it lightly.

"Don't be sad, she just wants you to be well."

Shen Tingmo was grateful to Ruan Wei for finding a good reason for him, which gave him a more reasonable explanation for his clumsy tenderness.

Ruan Wei also accepted Shen Tingmo's astonishing transformation as a matter of course, and was touched by him on the head, as comfortable as a small animal returning to its nest.

Shen Tingmo is doing something with a salary, so there is nothing to criticize.

The disordered balance was recalibrated, and Ruan Wei became lively again:

"Let's give this trust fund a name, Director Shen."

"What do you think of the idiot maintenance fee? Or, Adou cares about gold?"

Shen Tingmo felt the warmth in his palm, and his fingertips trembled slightly: "Don't say that about yourself, go sign the power of attorney first."

When the assistant came in, Ruan Wei was holding a pen, and under the guidance of Shen Tingmo, he was signing a thick entrustment agreement.

"Seventeen pages, your name needs to be signed here."

"Page 32, fill in your family composition here, according to the information in the household registration book..."

For the convenience of guidance, Shen Tingmo hugged Ruan Wei from the back of the leather chair, turned the page for him with one hand and pointed out the position, and put the other hand next to the inkpad and official seal, ready to operate at any time.

From the assistant's point of view, his taciturn and cold boss is hugging the fair and beautiful young master, the cheeks of each other are only a few centimeters apart, in a cuddling gesture, but the atmosphere between the two is not ambiguous.

The assistant found it strange, but didn't have a place to think about it. He just knocked on the door lightly to remind the other party of his existence, and his business-like tone was exactly the same as that of his boss: "Mr. Shen, the monthly performance meeting will start in half an hour, and the projection is ready. .”

In the management of all walks of life, Monday is the golden meeting time, Ruan Wei knows that Shen Tingmo must be crazy busy today, and understands the assistant's urging.

"After signing, go to the meeting, I'm going back to work too," Ruan Wei broke free from Shen Tingmo's arms, stretched his shoulders and stretched, as if it was a tiring thing to keep signing.

Shen Tingmo glanced at the assistant, the temperature in his eyes seemed to drop a few degrees, and said lightly: "Understood, you go to prepare the materials first, and enter the PPT in my USB flash drive into the encryption system."

"Okay," the assistant felt a pain in his back, took the USB flash drive and hurriedly fled the scene.

Ruan Wei quickly signed the entire power of attorney, and suddenly thought of something before leaving, he hesitated: "That... money..."

Shen Tingmo quickly realized that what Ruan Wei was talking about was the 16 that he borrowed from him. He stretched his right hand into his trouser pocket to take out his mobile phone, but he stopped suddenly in the middle and raised his hand to straighten Ruan Wei's slightly messy forehead hair. Instant points.

"Tomorrow, do you have time tomorrow?"

Ruan Wei was puzzled: "I have to go to work tomorrow."

"What about after get off work?"

"There is time after get off work, our company does not work overtime."

"Then let's talk about it at dinner tomorrow." Shen Tingmo invited Ruan Wei to dinner very naturally.

Ruan Wei was taken aback for a moment, but then thought that she had just signed the power of attorney, and Shen Tingmo was on duty, so he might have to compete with his personal consultant's performance.

As expected of Shen Tingmo, he works as hard as he studies.

Since consultants are paid, they can also be reimbursed for meals, right?Ruan Wei thought.

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

Ruan Wei waved his hand, leaving Shen Tingmo with a brisk back.

Half Candy Tea

Mr. Shen: May I ask if the personal consultant can be personal?