Acting like a baby is shameful but useful

Wei Chen brought him two small bottles of sake and drank while chatting.

This kind of dining atmosphere is different from the usual gatherings in the company. There is no loud laughter and gags, but it is very quiet and presents a leisurely and carefree atmosphere.

They didn't talk about APP projects, mainly Wei Chen and Wei Mingyou, chatting about some experiences in their lives.Both of them are good at talking, with extensive knowledge and experience, and they also take care of Jian Chunsheng and Song Tian, ​​who are less talkative, when they talk.

Jian Chunsheng thought to himself, this is where he is inferior to others.

Although he can say everything in front of acquaintances, he is always very reserved in front of unfamiliar people.

After this meal was over, Wei Chen didn't propose to go to singing or other activities, but only said that the meeting would continue tomorrow morning to discuss the specific matters of the APP project.

Song Tian and Wei Mingyou both had cars, and each went to pick up the cars. Wei Chen carefully asked Jian Chunsheng how to get back.

Jian Chunsheng said that he can just take a taxi back home.

Wei Chen then said, "I'll see you off."

Jian Chunsheng shook his hand and said, "No, it's very convenient for me to take a taxi myself."

Wei Chen didn't force it, and nodded, "Then I'll go get the car."

"Yeah, brother Chen, goodbye, see you tomorrow." Jian Chunsheng gave Wei Chen a bright smile.

Wei Chen was taken aback for a moment, and smiled back.

Jian Chunsheng walked towards the main street alone, thinking about whether to take the subway back or take a taxi.The surrounding area is very prosperous, the neon lights are flickering, and the car lights and street lights are also intertwined with each other.

It was a bit cooler at night, not as hot as it was during the day.

Jian Chunsheng walked to the main street and was about to use the taxi app to take a taxi when he suddenly thought of Zhou Heng.

He had already agreed with Zhou Heng that Zhou Heng would pick him up.

So Jian Chunsheng called Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng didn't answer.

Jian Chunsheng sent him a message: My side is over, is it convenient for you to pick me up now?

Zhou Heng didn't reply either.

Jian Chunsheng thought to himself that Zhou Heng should be busy now, weighed it up, and sent another message: I have already reached the subway entrance, and I will take the subway back by myself, so there is no need to pick me up.

It was already an hour later when Zhou Heng saw these two messages.He frowned, and his already solemn face became even colder.When the secretary at the side saw it, he felt apprehensive and asked, "Mr. Zhou, do I need to order a takeaway for you?"

The evening meeting has continued until now, Zhou Heng has not had dinner, and he will probably have to work until late at night.

The secretary thought Zhou Heng would say yes, but Zhou Heng said no.

This surprised the secretary.

Doesn't Zhou Heng plan to have dinner?

Or do you have an appointment to go out later?

Soon Zhou Heng gave the answer with his actions. Ten minutes later, Zhou Heng strode to the parking lot downstairs of the company and drove home.

When he got home, the house lights were on, and there was a scent wafting from the kitchen.

Zhou Heng's eyes lit up, and he walked towards the kitchen.

In the spacious kitchen, Jian Chunsheng is frying pasta amidst the aroma.

The sound of sizzling oil bursting is mixed with the aroma, and it outlines a somewhat warm outline under the yellow light of the kitchen.

Jian Chunsheng didn't realize that Zhou Heng had returned home.Zhou Heng didn't make a sound either, he just leaned half on the door frame of the kitchen and looked at Jian Chunsheng's back.

Jian Chunsheng seemed to suddenly think of something, picked up the phone on the side, and seemed to be talking to someone, and asked: I am frying pasta, do you want to eat some too?

With the sound of "咻", the phone in Zhou Heng's trouser pocket suddenly vibrated with a "ding".

Jian Chunsheng paused for a while before turning around in surprise.

Zhou Heng raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, "Yes."

Jian Chunsheng murmured, "Why didn't you make a sound when you came back? You scared me."

Zhou Heng didn't speak, just stared at Jian Chunsheng.

Jian Chunsheng didn't know what to say for a while, turned around and took out the fried noodles from the pot, and opened another package of plastic-sealed pasta.

He was busy with work when Zhou Heng suddenly walked up to him and hugged him from behind.

A warm breath rushed over from behind, directly surrounding him.

Jian Chunsheng's movements stopped, almost frozen, and then his aura weakened.

Zhou Heng leaned close to his ear, almost whispering in a low voice: "Xiaobao..."

Jian Chunsheng turned pale with shock: "How do you know... this nickname?"

Zhou Heng chuckled, "Didn't those friends on your Weibo call you Xiaobao?"

"You already know my Weibo?" Jian Chunsheng was even more surprised.

Zhou Heng smiled even wider, "You are Ah Liang's editor."

Only then did Jian Chunsheng react.As Zhou Liang's editor, his new book was released a while ago, and he also carried out a lot of online promotional work on Weibo.Zhou Heng is Zhou Liang's older brother, so of course he followed Zhou Liang's Weibo.Maybe I saw Zhou Liang's Weibo in a retweet.

"Why is Weibo's name called Jianbaobao?" Zhou Heng deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word "Jianbaobao".

Jian Chunsheng blushed, and for some reason, Zhou Heng said the three words he was used to, feeling inexplicably ashamed.

"At that time, I took it casually."

Jian Chunsheng suddenly felt something strange coming from behind.

He was startled, and was about to turn his head when Zhou Heng suddenly let go of him and took a step back.

He curled his fingers on his eyebrows and said in a low voice, "Let's make noodles."

Jian Chunsheng had no choice but to pretend that he didn't feel anything, but he was sure what he had touched just now.

After frying another portion of noodles, Zhou Heng served them to the dining table outside.

"Didn't you go to dinner with your colleagues? Didn't you eat enough?" Zhou Heng asked.

Jian Chunsheng nodded, "I'm not very full from the Japanese food."

Zhou Heng rolled up the noodles with a fork and put them in his mouth. After eating, he pretended to mention casually: "I was in a meeting when you called me just now."

"I guessed it." Jian Chunsheng said, "I think you only mute your phone at this time."

In fact, Zhou Heng didn't mute the phone, but it would automatically shut down when the phone ran out of power halfway, so he didn't hear Jian Chunsheng's call in time.

But when Jian Chunsheng said that, he didn't explain.

"How about I give you a car?" Zhou Heng said, "It's not convenient for you to work without a car."

Jian Chunsheng almost choked, he coughed twice, quickly took a sip of water, calmed down, and widened his eyes: "Boss Zhou, don't just give an expensive gift like a car, it will scare me and other people. "

Zhou Heng was slightly surprised: "You don't want it?"

Jian Chunsheng: "I want to feel uneasy in my heart."

Zhou Heng thought for a while and said, "But if you don't want me, I feel uneasy."

The two stared at each other, and there was a faint confrontation between them.

————Weibo@舟自娱520

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