Monday arrived quickly.
Lin Zhenzhen's appointment was at 10:30 a.m., but by the time all the interview procedures were completed, it was already 11:50 a.m.
It was lunchtime, and the eight elevators were packed with people. Lin Zhenzhen tried to squeeze in twice but failed, so she simply stood in a corner of the corridor and started playing on her phone.
Just then, a man in a light blue shirt walked past her while talking on the phone. He went to the elevator in the corner, took out a gold card, and swiped it.
"Okay, I understand. I'll report this to President Huo right away."
Upon hearing the name "President Huo," Lin Zhenzhen's ears immediately perked up. She silently took a few steps toward him.
The man hung up the phone, and the elevator doors opened at that very moment.
Lin Zhenzhen pretended not to see the words "private elevator" and squeezed in just before the doors closed.
Looking at the strange woman who had suddenly appeared in front of him, Zhang Minglang frowned and reminded her, "Miss, this is the president's private elevator."
"Ah!! Really?" Lin Zhenzhen's eyes widened in shock. "I didn't know!"
Zhang Minglang looked at the interview number sticker on her chest and sighed helplessly.
"Just press any floor number and go out."
Lin Zhenzhen turned her head away; the elevator was ascending rapidly.
25, 26, 27...
The button that is currently glowing yellow is number 56, located on the top floor of the entire building.
"Ouch!" Lin Zhenzhen lightly touched her forehead. "What's wrong? My head is so dizzy."
She staggered back two steps, leaning half her weight onto Zhang Minglang.
Lin Zhenzhen had previously seen various methods online for judging skin tone, such as comparing whether skin tone appears yellow or pink on white paper, or comparing which colors of clothing look good on her.
However, these fancy techniques are completely superfluous on Lingzhen. She has an undeniably pale complexion, so white that it stands out and is truly dazzling.
Lin Zhenzhen wore a pink and white dress today. This color combination would be a disaster on others, but it looked so reasonable and beautiful on her.
Her slightly wavy hair was tied up with a hair tie, and her neck was white and long, with a hint of pink from the heat, making her incredibly attractive.
Xiangyu suddenly collapsed into his arms, startling Zhang Minglang so much that he trembled and stammered, "Miss, what's wrong?"
Lin Zhenzhen said weakly, "It's probably because I didn't eat breakfast and my blood sugar is low..."
Actually, Lin Zhenzhen's head is a little dizzy right now, but it's not because of low blood sugar.
The breakfast shop downstairs from her new home is run by an elderly couple; the food is delicious, inexpensive, and their skills are superb.
So she showed off two tea eggs, four fried dough sticks, and six soup dumplings first thing in the morning. It's normal to feel sleepy after eating so much fast-carb dieting and causing a spike in blood sugar.
"What should we do?" The two were too close. Zhang Minglang had to shrink his neck back.
Lin Zhenzhen did not answer. She half-closed her eyelids and stared at the constantly changing electronic screen.
Upon seeing the red number finally change from "55" to "56", Lin Zhenzhen immediately straightened up and rushed out.
So Zhang Minglang watched as the woman who had just been leaning against him, weak and helpless, was suddenly launched away with a "biu".
After looking around for a while, she decisively took a step and ran towards the president's office.
Zhang Minglang quickly followed: "Miss, Miss. Don't run around, our CEO is ahead..." His voice trailed off.
At the end of the corridor, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the woman who had just been complaining about low blood sugar now had a slight smile on her lips, her eyes shining, and she was looking at the man in a dark blue suit not far away with great enthusiasm.
Zhang Minglang majored in statistics as an undergraduate and data application analysis as a graduate student. He joined Kangkong Pharmaceutical and, because of his honest and likable personality, inexplicably became Huo Yeshuo's assistant step by step.
Nevertheless, over the years, his expertise in data analysis has become so ingrained that he now habitually analyzes everything he sees.
For example, right now, he could see two parts doubt, three parts shock, four parts impatience, and one part... fear? in his boss's slightly trembling dark green pupils.
Wait, he's here. What are you afraid of?
"Mr. Huo!" The woman hopped around like a rabbit, then strode happily toward her boss.
"Wait! Stop!" Huo Yeshuo's movements were so fast they were like a phantom. His right arm was taut and straight, and the file bag he was holding was perpendicular to the ground, standing upright in front of him.
It's exactly the gesture of a referee giving a red card.
Lin Zhenzhen stopped and pouted, looking a little aggrieved: "After I got home that night, I kept waiting for your call!"
She touched the hair behind her ear and said shyly, "I haven't explained the money matter to you yet."
Zhang Minglang, who was standing to the side, immediately widened his eyes!
Um? ? ! !
Which night? What did you do on your way home?
Money? How did money get involved?
What money?!
"I was worried that I might have given you the wrong phone number at the hospital, and that's why you can't reach me! I haven't slept well for the past two days."
Zhang Minglang slowly lowered his head, leisurely turning his eyes to stare at the dazzling marble floor, his heart exploding like fireworks.
Wow, wow!
Why did you end up at the hospital so late at night?
That must be incredibly intense!
I always heard them say that President Huo was an unattainable beauty. Oh, I see! So that's how it is!
This "flower" is not the same as that "flower"; it means to play in an exceptionally elaborate way!
Zhang Minglang is letting his imagination run wild here, allowing it to soar infinitely on the edge of prohibited images.
Huo Yeshuo stood there, feeling his temples throbbing as if they were being drummed.
He slowly withdrew his hand, took a deep breath, and said through gritted teeth, "Why are you here?"
"I……"
Huo Yeshuo interrupted her: "I'm asking you, Assistant Zhang?"
Zhang Minglang seemed to wake up from a dream, uttering "ah ah ah" and "oh oh oh" for a while. When he looked up, he found that his boss's eyes were now filled with daggers. He took a step forward and stood between Lin Zhenzhen and Huo Yeshuo.
"Mr. Huo, this young lady has taken the wrong elevator."
Huo Yeshuo remained expressionless.
Zhang Minglang suddenly felt a bit thirsty, swallowed, and continued, "Then she had a hypoglycemic episode."
"Low blood sugar?" Huo Yeshuo's voice rose at the end, his dark green pupils filled with doubt.
The next second, Huo Yeshuo saw the woman standing behind Zhang Minglang suddenly sway, her thin body shaking like a sieve.
When she peeked out again, the bright red on her lips had faded, turning deathly pale.
Huo Yeshuo: ...
Following his gaze, Zhang Minglang turned around suspiciously and was immediately shocked, shaking his head repeatedly. It was truly a wonder of the world; even a chameleon would kowtow to him and become his disciple!
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