"Assistant Zhang, this bag looks like it contains porridge. Did you skip breakfast?"

"Excuse me, miss, I'm very busy right now." Zhang Minglang was busy texting Xiao Li, asking him to cover for him later.

"Well, what I meant was that if you need breakfast, I happen to have packed a lot, that should be enough."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Minglang reflexively looked up at the woman in front of him.

She was pointing to the rest area next to her, where a pile of packed breakfasts was indeed laid out on a round wooden table.

He hesitated for only a moment before shaking his head.

The woman, however, seemed oblivious to this subtle movement, and pulled him to the table.

"Tea eggs, fried dough sticks, oh right, and vegetable porridge. This place has really good vegetable porridge, you can try it."

Lin Zhenzhen clearly noticed a hint of hesitation and conflict in Zhang Minglang's eyes when he heard the words "vegetable porridge".

He opened his mouth, but did not immediately refuse her.

The phone rang at that moment.

"Hey, Xiao Li, that's right. I've printed out the documents Mr. Huo needs and put them on the table. Can't find them? Impossible, take a good look."

A few seconds later, he sighed as if resigned to his fate, his thick eyebrows drooping down into a V-shape, looking both pathetic and miserable.

"Okay, I understand. I'll be right back."

Lin Zhenzhen, with great tact, presented the vegetable porridge: "Assistant Zhang, please don't be shy, take it."

Zhang Minglang gritted his teeth and took the plastic bag. Something was better than nothing!

The morning meeting is about to start, and I definitely can't drive to buy this porridge. Ordering another serving to be delivered is also too late.

More than missing breakfast, Mr. Huo couldn't bear the thought of missing work.

After a brief moment of mental preparation, Zhang Minglang successfully convinced himself: "Thank you, how can I pay you back for the porridge?"

Lin Zhenzhen smiled and waved her hand, "No need." But soon, her eyes lit up and she changed her mind, "Then let's add each other on WeChat, WeChat transfer is fine."

"Okay." Zhang Minglang pulled up a QR code. "Scan me."

"But are you really okay?"

Lin Zhenzhen looked up and said "Hmm?" with some confusion.

"You look terrible." Perhaps still shaken by the hypoglycemia mix-up in the elevator last time, Zhang Minglang's expression was somewhat wary.

Lin Zhenzhen smiled and said, "It's okay. I'm used to it, I'll get used to it."

Zhang Minglang, carrying the switched breakfast in one hand, nervously knocked on the president's office door.

"Come in." Huo Yeshuo's voice was as cold as ever.

"Mr. Huo, this is..."

Huo Yeshuo interrupted him directly: "How's the organization of the information I told you about yesterday coming along?"

"They've all been categorized and printed according to your requirements."

"Bring the documents to the conference room and tell everyone to start the meeting." Huo Yeshuo took off his silver-rimmed glasses, stood up, and walked towards the door. "Could you also pour me a glass of Americano?"

"Okay." Zhang Minglang hurriedly put down the porridge in his hand and turned to prepare other work.

Huo Yeshuo's style during meetings was exactly the same as his cold and decisive personality.

He never rambles on, and he hates it when others do, so he always gets straight to the point.

However, this time the agenda was obviously more intense than before. The morning meeting, which was originally supposed to last only half an hour, was stretched to two hours.

When Huo Yeshuo walked out of the conference room, his face was noticeably paler than before.

His hands were clenched into fists, the end of the pen he held pressed against his stomach, making his originally tall figure appear somewhat hunched over.

Zhang Minglang approached with some concern: "President Huo, do you need me...?" Before he could finish speaking, the next work arrangements came one after another.

“Call the purchasing and finance departments and have their heads come up to see me.”

"yes."

The large office returned to its usual tranquility. His temples throbbed with pain, as if countless tiny needles were pricking them. Huo Yeshuo leaned back in his swivel leather chair, frowning and closing his eyes to rest.

Even so, his mind couldn't stop thinking. In a very short time, Huo Yeshuo had reviewed the plan that had just been discussed at the meeting.

Gradually, the pain shifted from my temples to my eyelids.

In addition, the stomach cramps were like spreading ulcers, slowly but relentlessly eroding Huo Yeshuo's endurance.

He opened his eyes, his gaze gradually moving to the corner of the reception table.

-

"Aya?"

Lin Zhenzhen heard someone calling her name, looked up, and saw a woman in a smart nude-colored business suit holding a stack of documents and looking at her.

Lin Zhenzhen's eyes quickly swept over the name tag hanging on her chest: Luo Meng, Director of Finance.

A sweet smile appeared on her lips: "Hello, Director Luo, I'm Lingzhen."

Luo Meng nodded calmly: "Welcome. From now on, you'll work with Xiao Ling to familiarize yourself with the business. Do your best."

Lin Zhenzhen nodded and made two silly "uh-huh" sounds.

Xiaoling is a quiet, baby-faced girl. I took the initiative to show her around every office on this floor so she could become familiar with the place.

As the two passed by the director's office, they happened to run into Luo Meng, who was walking out while making a phone call.

Lin Zhenzhen vaguely heard the words "President Huo" and "I'll be right up," and glanced in her direction with some curiosity.

"The director must have gone up to the 56th floor," Xiaoling explained. "The president's office is there."

"Oh." Perhaps seeing that Lin Zhenzhen didn't react, Xiaoling became interested instead. "You know our CEO Huo, right?"

Lin Zhenzhen found it somewhat amusing; she couldn't remember how many people had asked her if she knew anything about Huo Yeshuo.

Why does everyone seem to ask this question?

Xiaoling smiled shyly: "Showing off, or being proud? After all, there aren't many bosses as handsome as him."

Lin Zhenzhen shook her head: "I know a little, but not much. I'm no different from everyone else."

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhenzhen felt her phone vibrate in her pocket.

Miss Ling, where did you buy that vegetable porridge? Could you tell me the name of the shop?

Lin Zhenzhen lowered her eyes, her expression unreadable, and replied after a while.

"Oh, that wasn't bought, I made it myself. If Assistant Zhang likes it, I'll bring you more tomorrow~"