Why did Zhong Tingyue help me? Does she like me?
Why did Zhong Tingyue ask me out alone? Does she like me?
We only exchanged one sentence, isn't the process moving too fast?
OK!
Zhong Tingyue, I never imagined you were such a fickle woman.
But—I like it.
... ...
All afternoon, Chu Fang was lost in his fantasy world, unable to extricate himself. A perfect smile curved his lips, and he looked smug, though he was actually like a lovesick man.
Cai Guan, a chubby colleague next to him, glanced at it and couldn't help but shiver, his hair standing on end.
I always imagine time flies by so quickly; it's almost six in the afternoon.
Chu Fang packed his belongings early, walked to the front desk, and prepared to clock out.
Work is always this simple.
"Oh, getting ready to leave work again." Jiang Wenzhen, the receptionist, was also packing up her belongings. When she saw Chu Fang, she said with a smile, "You've only been with the company for half a month, yet you clock out on time every day. That's so unprofessional."
After spending half a month together, Chu Fang had already built a good relationship with the company's veteran employees, especially with the receptionist Jiang Wenzhen.
First, Jiang Wenzhen is a complete looks-obsessed person, and Chu Fang happens to be quite handsome, far surpassing ordinary people. In just half a month, he has been voted the most handsome male employee by all the women in the company.
Secondly, Jiang Wenzhen and Chu Fang are similar in temperament; both are the kind of "salted fish" who wouldn't even bother to pick up a fallen soy sauce bottle or flip a salted fish in a pan to fry.
They both held a "just be happy" attitude towards life, lacking the hard-working spirit of others in the company, and believed in taking things as they came.
Therefore, the two got along very well.
"Something's up," Chu Fang replied seriously.
"Nonsense!" Jiang Wenzhen rolled her eyes. "If you just loaf around like this all day, the manager might fire you one day."
Chu Fang frowned slightly: "My basic salary is two thousand yuan, and the manager still wants to fire me. Isn't he a bit too arrogant?"
“... ..."
Jiang Wenzhen remained silent.
He opened his mouth as if to refute, but couldn't find a reason to do so.
What can you expect Chu Fang to do with a salary of 2,000 yuan?
Are we expecting him to draw world-class design sketches? Are we expecting him to secure VIP clients?
Stop talking nonsense!
Two thousand yuan can only buy goods that are worth two thousand yuan.
Chu Fang felt exploited by capitalists for the extra surplus value he had generated.
Jiang Wenzhen said with exasperation, "It's true that the salary is low, but can you be as ambitious and hardworking as your three new colleagues and achieve a salary of over 10,000 yuan after closing a few deals?"
"No need, I'm rich. I'm not pretending anymore, I'm coming clean, I'm a rich second-generation." Chu Fang answered loudly.
"Come on." Jiang Wenzhen looked Chu Fang up and down with an aggressive gaze, then said, "A rich second-generation comes to work for our lousy company for a measly two thousand yuan a month? If you're going to make up a lie, at least make one believable."
"Sigh!" Chu Fang sighed. "Sometimes it's hard to explain to you guys because our understanding is not on the same level."
People nowadays seem to suffer from some inexplicable mental illness: they believe that what others say as truth is falsehood, and what others say as falsehood is truth.
That's really weird!
He told Jiang Wenzhen countless times that he was rich and had more money than he could spend, but Jiang Wenzhen didn't believe him at all. She looked suspicious and criticized him for being unambitious and only daydreaming all day.
Perhaps in Jiang Wenzhen's mind, the image of a rich second generation is that of someone who spends his days in debauchery and extravagance.
They didn't believe Chu Fang's words at all.
Sometimes the truth is so hard to understand.
As Jiang Wenzhen packed her things, she glanced at the time and asked, "It's time to get off work. Why aren't you leaving yet?"
With a 'ding' sound, Chu Fang didn't leave. Instead, he continued to lean against the front desk and chat with Jiang Wenzhen: "Waiting for Sister Zhong."
"Sister Zhong?" Jiang Wenzhen was stunned for a moment, then realized who she was talking about, her eyes flashing with surprise: "Hiss... ..., how did you get involved with Sister Zhong?"
He craned his neck, full of curiosity: "Has Sister Zhong taken a liking to you? You're something else, aren't you? You've only been at the company for half a month and you've already hooked up with the most beautiful girl in the whole company. Come on, how did you two get together? How long have you been together? Why are you blinking? Didn't you sleep well last night? Don't try to change the subject, just tell me, how far have you two progressed? Have you held hands? Have you kissed? Have you slept together?... ..."
With her perfect looks, aloof personality, and outstanding abilities, Zhong Tingyue has always been the goddess in the hearts of all the men in the company, and many men secretly admire her.
But she didn't like any of them.
She rarely interacts with other male colleagues, and leaves work alone, rarely asking anyone to wait for her after get off work.
Jiang Wenzhen was surprised and unconsciously raised her voice a few decibels, suddenly sensing that something was wrong with the atmosphere.
Why do I feel a chill down my spine?
She slowly turned her head, her pupils dilating.
Good heavens!
Behind them stood a beautiful woman, tall and slender, with a delicate face as calm as still water, and long, straight black hair that swayed gently.
"Hehe, good evening, Sister Zhong. Have you eaten? Have you drunk anything? How's work going?... ..." Jiang Wenzhen broke out in a cold sweat, then bowed down, looking like a sycophant, and said obsequiously.
While flattering Zhong Tingyue, he glared angrily at Chu Fang, the two exchanging glances.
You bastard! You didn't even give me a signal when Zhong Tingyue arrived, I was so scared I almost knelt down.
I blinked.
The signal was so weak, how could I possibly guess what it was?
You're blaming me for being stupid.
My IQ is 180, and I'm known as a beauty queen.
... ...
Within a second, Jiang Wenzhen and Chu Fang finished their exchange. Sensing the awkward atmosphere, Jiang Wenzhen said with a grin, "Sister Zhong is off work, I'll be going now. See you next Monday. Have fun, and may your spring dreams be undone... ...Pah!"
Jiang Wenzhen slapped herself, then clocked out of get off work at lightning speed and fled the place.
It wasn't until they got on the elevator that Jiang Wenzhen's pounding heart finally slowed down, and she let out a breath: "Phew, that was terrifying."
"But why does Sister Zhong want Chu Fang to wait for her? Does she really like Chu Fang? I never expected that you, Zhong Tingyue, would also be trying to date a younger man."
... ...
Watching Jiang Wenzhen's figure disappear from sight, Chu Fang twitched the corner of his mouth.
She was the one who caused the trouble, so she ran away without the slightest hesitation.
They simply left Chu Fang there, ignoring whether he lived or died.
This is a little fangirl who's smitten by his good looks.
That's impressive!
Jiang Wenzhen likes good-looking men, but she only appreciates them from an aesthetic point of view. To put it bluntly, she finds them pleasing to the eye and has never thought about having any relationship with them.
Jiang Wenzhen is a very pure girl.
I like every handsome boy purely and equally.
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