Chapter 42 Brother Da Sweeped the Building

When Wen Jing came out of the meeting, he found that his assistant was not there. He loosened his tie, looking a little impatient.

The assistant should have prepared the coffee and lunch by now, and bring them in as he leaves the meeting room.

Unexcused absence from work, being away from one's workstation during working hours, and slacking off right under the boss's nose.

Wen Jing opened WeChat, intending to notify HR to fire the assistant directly, but instead saw a strange chain of messages in the group.

"Thank you Mr. Wen and Brother Da for the milk tea and fried chicken."

"Thank you Mr. Wen and Brother Da for the milk tea and fried chicken. +1"

"Thank you Mr. Wen and Brother Da for the milk tea and fried chicken. +2"

"Thank you Mr. Wen and Brother Da for the milk tea and fried chicken. +10000"

"Thank you Mr. Wen and Brother Da for the milk tea and fried chicken. +10086"

...

For no apparent reason, who is this "Brother Da"?

He closed his eyes, wanting to rest for a while.

She sighed wearily, "If I could hold the little one right now, that would be so comforting."

A gentle autumn breeze carries the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms.

Wen Jing's breathing gradually became steady, and the agitation from before disappeared; his hands and feet also relaxed.

But where did the osmanthus come from? Why would there be osmanthus in the office?

I opened my eyes and saw an osmanthus bracelet on my desk, with a piece of paper underneath it, with the following words written in messy handwriting:

Before autumn ends, you should always make an osmanthus bracelet for your loved one.

Upon seeing this, I heard Wen Jing chuckling to himself. The osmanthus bracelet he was wearing, though slightly oxidized, still conveyed the small sentiment that someone had expressed as they strung the osmanthus blossoms into it.

Wen Jing took out his phone and dialed the number.

"Where is the company?"

"Yes, I'm busy."

What are you busy with at my company?

The assistant's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Brother, we've finished cleaning this floor, let's go to the 16th floor!"

...

Wen Jing said, "Are you Brother Da? Sweeping the floor with my little assistant?"

"What sweeping? I'm sweeping the building with my assistant and the receptionist. Do you understand what sweeping the building means? I'm not going to say anything more. If you don't know, just Google it. I'll explain it when I get back online."

Okay, as long as he's happy.

Knock knock knock.

"Please come in."

"Mr. Wen, this is the afternoon tea that Mrs. Wen prepared for our staff. It's for you."

Wasabi cheese fried chicken and grass jelly?

Is this something a mature, middle-aged man can eat to maintain his physique?

Wen Jing sat on the sofa, orange sunlight falling on a corner of the sofa. He waved his hand, and the young man pounced on him.

The assistant and the receptionist watched with great interest from the doorway, becoming die-hard fans of the couple.

"You guys eat first...we'll finish the rest. Is there anything else you need, Mr. Wen?" the assistant said.

"Very good, close the door."

The door closed with a soft thud, and Song Nian'an blushed involuntarily.

Wen Jing propped his head up with one hand, slowly curving his lips into a smile, his eyes sparkling as he looked at him: "Today was especially busy. The little assistant who prepared my lunch was even dragged by someone to go door-to-door canvassing." He held out his hand to Song Nian'an, revealing the osmanthus bracelet on his wrist, and said in a deep voice: "But it's alright, someone left me a small gift, I'll reluctantly accept it."

When Song Nian'an heard the word "barely," she was furious and stood up abruptly, but Wen Jing quickly helped her up.

He frowned: "Barely! I thought of you as soon as I saw the osmanthus. I wanted to let you smell the fragrance of the osmanthus and see its golden color. I almost kicked my bicycle chain off and rushed to your company to find you. I even skipped class."

Wen Jing was amused by Song Nian'an's anxious appearance. How could it be forced? He was too happy to be in such a state.

All Song Nian'an heard in her heart was: Take it or leave it, you old bastard.

Wen Jing stepped forward, pressed her forehead against his, and asked, word by word, "What's your name, Ganggang?"

"husband."

Old turtle.

Wen Jing pulled Song Nian'an down onto the sofa, smiled, and kissed his palm, saying, "My skillful wife, I really like this bracelet. But if I wear it every day and people see it, they'll think I'm a bit weird."

Wearing a shirt, suit, and tie with an osmanthus bracelet is a rather strange quirk.

Song Nian'an chuckled, picked up the box beside her, opened it and handed it to him: "Eat up, this was ordered just for you, chicken soup and chicken leg rice."

It was just an ordinary thing, an ordinary takeout order, but Wen Jing was suddenly moved to the core.

"I didn't expect this chicken leg rice to be so delicious." Wen Jing wiped his mouth and asked, "Where did you order it from? Tell your assistant to order lunch from this place for me next time."

"Shaxian Snacks!"

...

Wen Jing's expression went from bewilderment to surprise. The dignified boss of the Wen Group, eating Shaxian snacks?

He smiled expressionlessly. "Thank you so much."

Since that day, Wen Jing ate Shaxian snacks for a week. His assistant heard Mrs. Wen say that Mr. Wen liked to eat this and ordered it every day at noon.

That's a story for another time.

After lunch, the two leaned against the sofa and snuggled together. Song Nian'an asked, "Aren't you curious why I came to find you at noon?"

"It's my company, you can come and go as you please."

Wen Jing stretched and yawned, then pulled Song Nian'an over and flipped her over, pinning both her hands to the sofa before getting up and kissing her.

The moment the kiss landed and their tongues touched, Wen Jing coughed violently.

What did you eat?

Song Nian'an nuzzled Wen Jing's chin with her nose, her voice soft and sweet, "Wasabi fried chicken, how is it, spicy enough?"

A pair of long, white legs wrapped around Wen Jing's waist, straddling him. Song Nian'an smiled, put her arms around his neck, and tilted her head, "Shall we continue kissing?"

Wen Jing coughed, picked up Song Nian'an and placed her on the sofa, then called his assistant to bring in two cups of coffee.

After the assistant left, she couldn't help but take out her phone and share Mr. Wen's daily love life in the "Brother Da" group:

Xiao Ya: "You guys didn't see how gentle President Wen was. He gave all the tenderness in the world to our Brother Da. His eyes were filled with affection, and he held hands tightly without letting go. The love of an older man is so sweet~~"

Receptionist: "QAQ, I also wanted to go to the 18th floor to see, but unfortunately I can only stay at the front desk. I didn't expect Brother Da to be so thoughtful. Everyone was so excited to eat the fried chicken. I thought President Wen had changed his personality."

Xiaoya: "You still say you ate two servings of fried chicken! Aren't you afraid your skirt will rip when you stand at the front desk?"

Receptionist: "Tch, aren't you afraid that Mr. Wen will find out you're slacking off and chatting at work instead of organizing your materials properly?"

Xiaoya: "No, I'm in Da Ge's arms, the two of them are sticking together, they don't have time to pay attention to me."

Just as Wen Jing was about to give him a kiss, his WeChat buzzed.

I wanted to give her another kiss, but then my WeChat buzzed.

"Why are you so busy, bro?"

"You're young, you have boundless energy, that's normal."

Brother Da sent a voice message in the group: "Deduct the full attendance bonus for the month." (Wen Zong's voice)

The group chat fell silent.