Chapter 161 Identification Results
The big boss didn't move, just watched her awkwardly greet him in silence.
Miss Shen withdrew her hand awkwardly.
"Boss, you live here too?"
The man withdrew his gaze, hummed lightly, and walked towards the elevator.
Why would a big boss still live in an artist apartment? Doesn't the Cheng family have any more houses for their eldest son to live in?
Miss Shen howled in her heart, but followed the man into the elevator, and continued to howl in her heart.
He actually lives in the same building as me!
Then she watched the big boss press the elevator floor number and continued to howl,
She even lives on the same floor as me! ...Something doesn't seem right?
There are only two apartments on the top floor.
I stayed in one room, and the other one was...
Miss Shen had a blank expression on her face, and the howling in her heart was about to break through the voice and soar into the sky.
The big boss lives next door to me!
The neighbor who plays the piano is the great devil Cheng!
Secretary Liu, why are you trying to trick me?
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The distance to the 36th floor is neither long nor short.
But silence is enough to make this enclosed space have a subtle atmosphere.
Chen Pianpian didn't say anything, her unfocused eyes cast into the void as she concentrated on the drama in her mind. So she didn't notice that the man standing behind her was staring at her intently. His eyes, as deep as the abyss of the sea of stars, were vaguely reflected on the smooth elevator door, silent and focused.
The strange gaze that Chen Pianpian could notice if she just raised her head, and the eye contact that could be completed if she just raised her head, were finally broken by the sound of the door opening.
The elevator door opened to both sides. Shen Pianxian came back to her senses and looked up. The shadow on the door split and shattered, and she walked out first.
Before opening the door, she finally couldn't help herself and turned back to ask the man behind her,
"Boss, why do you live here?"
The man who was typing the password paused, turned his head and raised his eyebrows slightly.
“Why can’t I live here?”
The elegant and deep voice suppressed Miss Shen's crazy curiosity. She could only smile.
"That's true. As a neighbor, please take good care of me from now on!"
Miss Shen's smile was bright and friendly, but the man just glanced at her indifferently, opened the door, entered the room, and closed the door.
The series of actions flow smoothly without pause.
Miss Shen's smile froze on her face, and three seconds later, her door was slammed with a loud noise.
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Miss Shen went back to her room angrily and started calling Secretary Liu.
"Can you explain to me what's going on? Isn't this an artist apartment? The big boss has also debuted?"
Secretary Liu replied calmly,
"Wouldn't it be an artist's apartment if you moved in?"
Shen Pian Dan suddenly realized,
"From the beginning, you didn't arrange an artist apartment for me." She paused and frowned suspiciously.
"More importantly, why did you arrange for me to live next door to the big boss? Your behavior is very strange, Secretary Liu."
My strange behavior was based on my boss's strange attitude.
Secretary Liu complained in his heart, but on the surface he turned defense into offense very cleverly.
"Miss Pianpian, don't you want to live here? I can arrange for you to move to an artist apartment, but you may still need to share it with others."
Miss Shen was immediately stuck, and her original intention of blaming the enemy immediately turned into confusion. After thinking for a while, she felt that the house was more important than the neighbors.
Then Secretary Liu heard a dejected "Forget it" from the other side.
After the busy tone, Secretary Liu put away his phone and gave himself a thumbs-up in his heart with an expressionless face.
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Three days later, Cheng Zhiyuan received a call from the appraisal center reporting the results.
In the evening, the sunset glow had not yet burned out, and it was reflected on the tall glass windows of Shengshi Building, like a blurry burning fire.
For a long time, he couldn't utter a word.
The repeated "Mr. Cheng" in the receiver was isolated from the outside. After a long time, he moved the hand holding the phone, and his usually cold palm was already wet.
Then he opened his mouth and heard his own hoarse, dry voice.
"I'll come get the results... wait until I get off work."
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