I spoil the domineering president

Xu Zhuo was startled when he heard the words, and then he heard another sentence that seemed to make amends: "I mean, a good employee."

The corners of Xu Zhuo's mouth curled up sharply, and he glanced at Ye Shunan triumphantly.

Did you hear me?

Mr. Du is standing on the same front as him, outsiders don't want to sow discord!

Ye Shunan sighed regretfully, it seems that no one can really cure this kid.

"Okay, you guys sit down for a while, and I'll serve you food."

Xu Zhuo waved him away, poured tea for Du Ziyou graciously, and handed it to him.

"Mr. Du, try their hair tip."

The eyes he shot at Du Ziyou were hot, and the other party felt it, resisting the urge to move his body, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Xu Zhuo showed his big white teeth.

He was very happy, Mr. Du was always reserved, and he was said to be very vicious, but he praised himself just now!

It's a compliment, right?Great staff!

No, the point is that the person who praised it was Mr. Du Ziyou.

This achievement is enough to go down in the history books!

Xu Zhuo almost couldn't help whistling.

When a person is in a good mood, he talks more, not to mention that he himself is a chatterbox.

He started talking about the stewed goose palm with preserved abalone, the snacks at Bingyou restaurant, some anecdotes about his colleagues, and the secrets at work.

In the beginning, Du Ziyou was just "hmmm" which seemed perfunctory, but later he would hold back a few sentences, and when it came to work-related topics, he would talk more, and even vaguely mentioned the secrets of high-level officials, but he didn't Willing to reveal more.

"Director Han," Du Ziyou hesitated, and said, "The person who attacked me last time..."

Xu Zhuo chewed his food and looked at him.

"We decided to go through legal procedures, and the compensation will be credited to your card."

Xu Zhuo swallowed what was in his mouth and said, "I didn't bump into it. You paid the compensation, it's unnecessary."

Du Ziyou poked the shrimp balls in the bowl with his chopsticks, but did not speak.

"It's you," Xu Zhuo stretched out his hand to him, palm up, "how's the injury on your hand?"

Du Ziyou's eyes fell on his outstretched hand. It has wheat-colored skin, obvious forearm muscles, protruding blood vessels, and well-defined palm joints, full of strength. It is masculine and strong, which is completely different from his own. Can no longer escape his palm.

Du Ziyou hid his injured left hand under the table, clenched his fist tightly, and rubbed his fingers against a shallow scar.

"It's ready." He said, without taking out his hand under the table.

Xu Zhuo withdrew his hand upon hearing this, and continued to deal with the food in front of him.

The two of them left the restaurant and went straight back to Du's house. Aunt Wei turned on the light, and when she heard the sound, she quickly opened the door and came out to welcome her.

"Mr. Du," she called, and turned to look at the person getting off the driver's seat, a little surprised, "Mr. Xu." Xu Zhuo had left her contact information, and she still had the impression.

Xu Zhuo nodded with a smile and said hello, took out a bag from the car, and said, "Aunt Wei, you can store this in the refrigerator for a week."

Aunt Wei quickly took it over and asked, "This is?"

Before Du Ziyou returned to the house, he glanced at him.

Xu Zhuo said: "Mung bean cake, my friend made it. It tastes pretty good, but many people think it's too sweet." He turned his head and looked at Du Ziyou, "Mr. Du, if you taste it and think it's okay, I'll send you the next batch you ordered. Come."

Aunt Wei immediately looked at Du Ziyou, the light at the gate was dim, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

Seeing that he didn't refuse, she accepted it: "Okay, I'll put it in the refrigerator later."

"And this." Xu Zhuo got into the car and took out the chocolate, and stuffed it into Aunt Wei's hand. "It's hot now, so remember to store it in a cool place. Chocolate has a long shelf life, so you can eat it slowly."

Aunt Wei responded repeatedly.

Xu Zhuo said goodbye and left, went out of the community to call a car, and rushed back to the company to work overtime.

Aunt Wei watched him leave. She was tall and upright, and walked vigorously. She was an energetic young man, and even she was so infected that she smiled.

"Cough." Du Ziyou cleared his throat, "Just do as he says."

"Okay!" Aunt Wei followed him into the room, hesitated for a while and then said tentatively, "That Mr. Xu... is quite a nice guy."

Du Ziyou took off his coat with his back to her, and simply said "hmm".

Aunt Wei was overjoyed.

Mr. Du was brought up by her, and she has long regarded him as her son, but after all, she has a different identity, and it is inconvenient for her to intervene in some matters.

She saw that he was becoming more and more repulsive to others, but she was anxious but powerless. Now she finally met someone he was willing to accept. If she could become a friend, maybe he could become more cheerful.

Aunt Wei plucked up her courage, opened the refrigerator, and said casually: "Mr. Xu has helped so much, someday invite him to come to your house for a meal to thank him?"

no respond.

Aunt Wei thought he had gone upstairs, but when she looked back, she saw that he had put his coat on the sofa, standing there wondering what he was thinking.

After a while, he said "Let's talk" and went upstairs, and went straight back to his room.

This house is not big, just bought a few years ago, he and Aunt Wei usually live together, and occasionally ask part-time workers to help.

His room occupies almost the entire second floor. It connects with the study room. It is covered with thick carpets and has a dignified and serious style. The bookshelves and table tops are spotless, and all the books, documents and decorations are neatly arranged, almost like museum furnishings. , and no one has ever used it in general.

As soon as he entered the bedroom, he turned on the light, and the room was like daytime.

He sat down at the desk in silence.

After a while, I bent down slightly and opened the drawer, took out a folder from inside, opened it, and slender fingers ran across the black and white letters on it.

The first page is the most common resume, name, age, and a passport photo is pasted in the upper right corner, Xu Zhuo with a cropped head is smiling at him.