In the afternoon, in the spacious CEO's office
Xiao Wujie sat at his desk with a slight smile on his face, while Lu Zhufeng moved a chair and sat down next to him with a blank expression.
He was fanning himself with a file folder in one hand and holding his phone in the other.
The phone has a ringtone set to go off every two hours.
It's impossible for anyone to work even a second longer!
Xiao Wujie knew that he was still angry with him because he had kept his illness a secret, so he wisely went along with him in everything.
As soon as the alarm rings, he immediately goes to bed quietly, without saying a word or making any movement.
This left Lu Zhufeng, who was eager to find fault and cause trouble for him, with nowhere to vent his frustration.
It felt like putting all your strength into a punch but landing it on cotton – incredibly frustrating.
During a break, Xiao Wujie suddenly got up, walked to the wine cabinet, and poured himself a glass of red wine.
Upon seeing this, Lu Zhufeng's eyes widened, and he immediately walked up to him with a stern face.
Just as he was about to open his mouth fiercely, he saw Xiao Wujie in front of him smiling and handing him a glass of red wine.
She also shook the glass of warm water next to her and chuckled softly.
"This is mine. I'm bored, let's have a drink."
It was clear that he wanted to talk to him, and Lu Zhufeng, who hadn't found a chance to speak all afternoon, suddenly felt a surge of vanity.
Sure enough, his feelings are still very important and highly valued.
"Hmph, offering help for no reason, that's not like you, Uncle Xiao."
He suppressed his smirk, which was even harder to suppress than an AK, and casually took it while making a sarcastic remark.
A subtle smile flashed in his eyes as Xiao Wujie gave him plenty of face and began to flatter him.
"Doesn't that depend on the person?"
Hmph, that's right.
I'd like to see what tricks you're up to.
He lightly clinked glasses and said with a smile:
"You've been with me for six or seven years now!"
"Seven years, three months, four days, five hours, and nineteen minutes."
Lu Zhufeng gently swirled the wine glass in his hand and replied indifferently.
Oh!
If you can't even remember the exact date, how dare you try to trigger a nostalgia trip?
Do you think I'm that easy to fool?
Xiao Wujie: ...
"We know each other quite well."
"I wouldn't dare accept that."
Is it still "considered"?
I know you're going to show off the moment you put your hands in your pockets.
The moment your eyes reddened, I knew you were going to perform for money.
I know what kind of fart you're going to let out just by sticking your butt out!
For example, right now, you're trying to calm me down. Do you think I'm that easygoing?
"We've been through a lot together."
"That's quite a lot, but I'm afraid you're too forgetful, esteemed person."
You're sick, so I'll pour you water.
You flirt with girls, I take the blame.
You're showing off, and I have to help you put your coat on.
Come on, bring on whatever other tricks you have up your sleeve.
"Seven years. How many seven-year periods does one have in a lifetime? I've already wasted one seven-year period of your life. So, finish this drink and don't waste the next seven years of your life."
Taking a sip of the warm water in his cup, Xiao Wujie gazed wistfully at the scenery outside the window, his voice soft and low.
"Of course, it's seven years of my youth—"
etc!
What is that?
"Xiao Wujie, you son of a bitch! You dare to play me for a fool?"
"I can't even remember the exact date I met you, I don't know you well enough, and I'm also forgetful. Tell me, what is there about me that's worth following?"
"Unless you're blind and choose to continue following someone like me."
Xiao Wujie lowered his eyes, his tone filled with deep regret.
"Damn it, you're really into this kind of thing? I'll beat you to death, you green tea b*tch!"
Lu Zhufeng gritted his teeth in anger, and the veins on his forehead bulged. As soon as he finished speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and made a move to swing his huge fist.
The next second, Xiao Wujie's figure flashed and reappeared several meters away.
"I don't think you can escape from this small place."
With a sudden push off the ground, Lu Zhufeng immediately caught up with him and kept pushing him into the blind spot of the office.
Just as he was still some distance from the blind spot, Xiao Wujie suddenly stopped, watching Lu Zhufeng rushing towards him.
Seeing that his fist was about to hit his face, but he didn't move, Lu Zhufeng suddenly changed direction and punched the antique vase next to him.
The vase shattered on the ground, and the force of the punch grazed Xiao Wujie's face, ruffling a strand of hair on his forehead.
"Are you stupid? Why didn't you dodge?"
Coming to his senses, Lu Zhufeng immediately roared.
He didn't know what would happen to Xiao Wujie if that punch landed, but he himself...
"If punching me can vent your anger, that's fine too."
Xiao Wujie lowered his eyes slightly, his tone was very serious, and he did not seem to be lying at all.
Seeing his appearance, Lu Zhufeng was completely defeated and raised his hands to beg for mercy.
"You smell good, I'm cheap, so I'm happy to follow you!"
"Alright! I was just looking for trouble, don't take it to heart, it's all my fault!"
Xiao Wujie slightly raised his eyes, looked directly into his eyes, and said softly:
"Don't say that. I didn't mean to hide it from you. I sincerely apologize."
Upon hearing this, Lu Zhufeng was completely speechless and at a loss for what to do.
"Alright, alright, I also bear some responsibility for this, so don't blame yourself."
"oh."
"Sigh, such a nice vase has been broken."
While muttering to himself, he found a broom and swept it into the trash can.
"Oh, this seems to be a vase that my sister has treasured for a long time. It is said to be a gift from Grandpa Chu."
Xiao Wujie said in a low, somber tone.
Lu Zhufeng, who was cleaning up the broken pieces of the vase, froze instantly.
He turned his head with difficulty, his eyes trembling as he looked at Xiao Wujie.
"It's okay, I'll just say I broke it by accident, my sister shouldn't blame me."
After a long silence, Xiao Wujie finally spoke.
Lu Zhufeng was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes. "Your words saved a precious life."
With trembling hands, he swept up the shards of the vase, glanced at the time, and immediately said:
"Um... it's almost four o'clock, Miss Chu should be here to pick you up soon, so I'll be going now."
"What happened today was my fault, please don't blame yourself, especially not in front of Miss Chu. I... I'm leaving!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed out without looking back.
Walking leisurely to his desk, Xiao Wujie sat down, straightened a strand of hair that had been blown out of place, and looked in the direction Lu Zhufeng had left with a smile in his eyes.
Damn it, thank goodness I changed to a fake one beforehand.
Otherwise, it would be really difficult to explain to my sister.
I glanced at the time; it was 3:50.
Every afternoon, no matter how busy she was, Chu Liyue would pick him up at four o'clock sharp.
Whew, I'm a little tired.
I miss my sister even though I haven't seen her for a day.
I need to make sure my sister feels good so she can feel comfortable.
He gently unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, put on his silver-rimmed glasses from the desk, and then stared motionlessly toward the door...
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