It seems that, just as Lin Fengjie said, he only comes to visit the company occasionally and then leaves.
But later, Cheng Qicai realized his mistake. He came three times a week, staying for a whole day each time, and even brought his secretary from his other company to handle affairs at both companies together.
It made the company atmosphere much more serious.
That day, Cheng Qicai took advantage of Gu Rong getting up and handed him the documents he needed to sign.
She knocked on the door and went in. "Mr. Gu, these are the documents from the past two days. Please take a look."
“Okay.” Gu Rongqi looked at her. “Go sit on the sofa over there for a while. I’ll have a few copies later, so you can take them over.”
Cheng Qicai sat on the sofa, eagerly waiting for Gu Rongqi to finish reading the documents.
It has to be said that a person who is already handsome takes on an even more mature and composed aura when working. No wonder the female secretary in workplace novels falls for her boss.
Who could resist that? But it all comes down to looks. If it were a middle-aged CEO in his forties or fifties with a receding hairline, it wouldn't just be a flutter of the heart, it would be a heart attack.
Add a sip of chrysanthemum tea from a thermos, then spit the petals back into the thermos with a "pui" sound—that would be the ultimate finishing move.
"If you're bored, there are snacks in that cabinet over there."
Gu Rongqi looked up, interrupting Cheng Qicai's chaotic thoughts.
“Okay.” Cheng Qicai stood up, opened the cabinet under Gu Rongqi’s gaze, and took out a few small bags of dried tofu.
It's very quiet to eat, so there won't be any noise interference.
"Mr. Gu, would you like some?"
"No need," Gu Rongqi shook his head.
Cheng Qicai sat back on the sofa, carefully tore open the bag, and slowly began to eat.
The dried tofu tastes good. Cheng Qicai looked at the brand and planned to search online to see if it was sold when she got back.
Gu Rongqi suddenly asked, "By the way, are you busy tomorrow?"
His gaze remained fixed on the documents, his hand occasionally making notes on them with the pen, as if he were just casually chatting with Cheng Qicai.
"Yes, something's come up." Cheng Qicai nodded. "Is there something you need me to handle?"
“No,” Gu Rongqi’s pen hovered over the document, and he looked up at her, asking, “Did you make an appointment with someone?”
"Um."
“Ren Baiping?” Gu Rongqi’s pen tip touched the paper, the characters appearing somewhat heavy.
Cheng Qicai glanced at Gu Rongqi and nodded: "Yes, I said I'd treat him to dinner last time."
Gu Rongqi didn't reply. He finished organizing the documents and said to her, "Okay, take the top few copies to them."
Cheng Qicai took the documents and went out.
Watching Cheng Qicai's departing figure, Gu Rongqi frowned, his pen twirling between his fingers.
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