"Hehe, because I inquired about everyone in the company before I joined," Xu Meng said with a grin.
Of course she knew, because her father had also invested in projects within that company.
Others just don't know her identity. She begged her father for a whole month to give her a small position at this company.
Zhou Rui said "oh" and then looked down to book plane tickets and check out hotels near the event they were attending in G City.
He was worried and didn't know which company to choose. Seeing his troubled look, Xu Meng helped him look: "This one is good, the security is better."
After listening to Xu Meng's advice, Zhou Rui booked a hotel not far from the event venue. Xu Meng teased, "Rui Rui, how come you booked two rooms?"
"If I don't book two rooms, am I supposed to sleep on the street?" Zhou Rui rolled his eyes at Xu Meng.
"Of course not sleeping on the street! You should be sleeping on your husband's lap!"
Xu Meng spoke in a serious tone, and her colleagues around her all looked at them upon hearing these suggestive words.
Zhou Rui blushed and covered Xu Meng's mouth, glaring at her, and whispered, "Where did I get a husband? Don't talk nonsense."
Xu Meng broke free from Zhou Rui's hand covering her mouth:
“Rui Rui, I’m not making this up, you called him that yourself! Others may not believe it, but I saw your admiration for He Muchen in your eyes. Don’t pretend with me, where does He Muchen resemble your idol? He Muchen is clearly your idol.”
Zhou Rui was speechless, choked by Xu Meng's words. Xu Meng chuckled softly.
“Rui Rui, I told you so, you do like He Muchen.”
"Rui Rui, you're still lucky to be He Muchen's assistant. You have a great chance to seduce him."
Zhou Rui wasn't just blocked, he was completely choked. It was as if someone had struck his pressure point, and he couldn't say a word.
"Why aren't you saying anything, Rui Rui? Even if there's only a sliver of hope, maybe one day, the hot-blooded He Muchen will be won over by your adorable face. Go for it, Rui Rui, pounce on him, bend him, you can do it."
Zhou Rui was mesmerized by her slogan-like words, and he actually shouted in his heart: Pounce on him, bend him.
Zhou Rui grunted "Oh," but didn't dare to respond. Xu Meng sat anxiously to the side, saying, "Rui Rui, what's with the 'Oh'? Shout it to me in a low voice, pounce on him, bend him over."
Zhou Rui awkwardly covered his head, buried his face under the table, and pretended to charge his phone.
Seeing Zhou Rui's uncooperative attitude, Xu Meng got angry: "Rui Rui, you're so disappointing! Where did your boldness go in the meeting room yesterday?"
Zhou Rui blushed and laughed awkwardly, "I'll go find the big star He first and see what he wants to see me about."
Xu Meng patted his shoulder and said, "Don't forget to cancel the other room. I don't believe he'll turn you away."
Zhou Rui quickly retreated in embarrassment. Both his ears were burning hot. If he stayed any longer, he would probably die of embarrassment on the spot at his workstation.
Zhou Rui jogged all the way to the dance studio. When he stood at the door of the dance studio, he took deep breaths to adjust his state.
Through the glass door of the dance studio, he saw Ho Mo-chen wearing a black vest, his muscular physique radiating sex appeal. He hadn't noticed how sexy the lines on his arms were that morning.
As he stood outside the door, slowly admiring He Muchen's barely concealed figure.
Song Anqi floated behind him like a ghost, leaning down to look in his direction: "Is it pretty?"
Startled, Zhou Rui stumbled backward, smashing open the glass door of the dance studio and landing hard on his backside on the ice-cold floor.
This caused Song Anqi to burst into laughter. He Muchen and Zhou Yuzhi in the dance studio turned around and looked at Zhou Rui, who had fallen to the ground at the door, and Song Anqi, who was laughing heartily.
He Muchen and Zhou Yuzhi walked over to Zhou Rui, who was sitting on the floor rubbing his bottom.
He Muchen squatted down, patted his head, and asked with concern, "Did your bottom hurt from the fall?"
Zhou Yuzhi patted Song Anqi, who was standing to the side laughing, and asked, "Was it you who did this?"
Song Anqi's smile vanished, and he said coldly, "Is it my fault? He lost his balance and was spying on your dance practice. He's feeling guilty."
“If you don’t believe me, you can ask him.” Song Anqi pointed to Zhou Rui, who was standing on the ground looking dazed.
Zhou Yuzhi glared at Song Anqi beside her and reached out to help Zhou Rui up from the ground, but He Muchen beat her to it and helped Zhou Rui up.
Zhou Yuzhi's hand hung awkwardly in mid-air. He coughed lightly and then ruffled Zhou Rui's hair with his hand.
“Little Rui Rui, if you want to see me dance, just tell me, and I’m willing to dance just for you.”
Zhou Rui looked at the butterfly with disdain: "No need."
She muttered under her breath, "I don't want to watch you dance. I wasn't watching you just now."
"Xiao Rui Rui, can you please stop rejecting me with that heartless look? You've hurt me again, and I'm so sad." Zhou Yuzhi clutched her chest, looking aggrieved.
Zhou Rui looked at him awkwardly, then turned to He Muchen and asked gently, "Was my gaze very cold?"
He Muchen was warmed by his sudden question and clear eyes, and teased him:
No, I saw your love for me in your eyes.
cough cough…
Zhou Rui choked on his own saliva, his eyes darting away, not daring to look at He Muchen, because the words kept ringing in his ears: pounce on him, bend him.
"He Muchen, the plane tickets and hotels are all booked."
He Muchen pinched his chubby cheeks with an unhappy expression: "Didn't I tell you not to call me He Muchen anymore? Call me Muchen."
Song Anqi and Zhou Yuzhi, standing to the side, stared in disbelief at the two people displaying their ambiguous relationship.
Song Anqi observed that Zhou Yuzhi's face was even uglier than shit; it was the first time he had ever seen such an expression on Zhou Yuzhi's face.
Zhou Yuzhi, with a sour face, took her phone and left the dance studio. Song Anqi followed Zhou Yuzhi out of the dance studio, leaving only the two of them in the dance studio, their relationship ambiguous.
Zhou Rui asked him softly and sweetly, "Mu Chen, what clothes do you need to bring? I'll pack them for you when we get back."
He Muchen leaned closer to him with a smirk: "Oh, so you're already thinking about packing my underwear, little Rui Rui?"
"No, I am your personal assistant. Packing your clothes for the event is within my job scope."
Zhou Rui knew that He Muchen wouldn't wear borrowed clothes. Tomorrow was the opening of a cosmetics store in G City, which He Muchen endorsed, and he guessed that He Muchen would bring his own clothes there.
He Muchen was a little dissatisfied with Zhou Rui's answer, and with a pout, he moved closer to Zhou Rui:
"Little Rui Rui, you're so mean. Your heartlessness has hurt my little heart, and it hurts so much."
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