After signing the contract, Zhu Yuanqing began to organize and archive the documents that Mu Honghui had already read on his desk, and then waited nearby when needed.
After all, he was a personal assistant and didn't need to deal with piles of documents. He just had to refill coffee, clean up things, and help Mu Honghui pass documents. Overall, it was quite easy.
There were several newly submitted documents. Zhu Yuanqing took them from the employee and glanced at them, and saw Wanchuan's letter of intent for cooperation.
He kept a calm expression on his face and placed the documents on the table, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
After get off work, Zhu Yuanqing pushed Mu Honghui's wheelchair and the two took the elevator downstairs.
The car was already waiting in the underground garage, and the driver was the bodyguard Zhu Yuanqing had met last time.
The car has been modified with a ramp lowered from the door, making it easy for wheelchairs to be pushed up.
"Mr. Mu, I'll be leaving first." Zhu Yuanqing stood outside the car door.
Mu Honghui turned his head, the gold rims of his glasses shining: "Assistant Xu, the working hours of a life assistant are not limited to daytime."
Zhu Yuanqing was startled, one hand resting on the car door: "Why, President Mu is also providing free housing?"
The man in the car pushed up his glasses, a smile playing on his lips: "You can say that."
Zhu Yuanqing put down his supporting hands, stretched his legs and stepped into the car, bending over to approach Mu Honghui.
The space inside the car was limited, and Zhu Yuanqing was about 1.8 meters tall. When he approached, Mu Honghui, who was sitting in a wheelchair, felt a little oppressed.
The pupils under the glasses shrank slightly, and Mu Honghui's body unconsciously tensed up and he gripped the armrest tightly in his hand.
The man with a strong sense of invasion was getting closer and closer. One arm went around Mu Honghui and stretched from the side to the back. Most of Mu Honghui's body was embraced, and the breath of a person on his body continued to come.
“Crack.”
Zhu Yuanqing fastened the button on the back of the wheelchair, stood up neatly, sat in a seat on the side and fastened his seat belt.
Mu Honghui let out a light breath and slowly relaxed his body, only then he noticed that a thin layer of sweat had seeped out of his palms.
The man's scent seemed to still linger on his nose, and Mu Honghui realized it belatedly and actually tasted a hint of sweetness.
The bodyguard in the driver's seat looked carefully in the rearview mirror and waited until both of them were seated before driving.
When getting off the car, the bodyguard took the initiative to say goodbye to his employer.
"Mr. Mu, Mr. Xu, goodbye."
Zhu Yuanqing didn't expect that this person knew him, so he waved his hand and pushed the wheelchair out of the car.
"I live on the first floor. There are guest rooms on the second and first floors. You can choose any one you like."
After entering the door, Mu Honghui turned on the automatic button of the wheelchair and took Zhu Yuanqing to choose a room.
With his hands freed, Zhu Yuanqing didn't act pretentiously. His eyes slid across the expensive porcelain and handicrafts in the living room, noticing that all the furniture was shorter than normal, and the door thresholds and other items were all smoothed out, wide enough for a wheelchair to pass through unimpeded.
The man in the wheelchair sat upright, without a trace of dejection. He was once a favored child of heaven, but now he was confined to a small wheelchair. He wondered how much harsh words some people would say behind his back.
He took two steps forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Mu Honghui. "No need. Where is Mr. Mu's room? I live next door to you."
Mu Honghui turned the wheelchair and opened a door: "Are you sure?"
"Of course." Zhu Yuanqing walked in directly and saw the flower garden outside the balcony. "It looks very nice."
"As long as it's suitable." Mu Honghui said, slowly leaving the room, "I've sent you this week's schedule. The driver will come tomorrow morning. Come with me to the company."
"Keep your phone open. I'll call you if there's anything. Good night." Mu Honghui closed the door.
After washing up, Zhu Yuanqing lay drowsy on the soft bed when a sinister voice suddenly came into his mind.
[Host... have you forgotten something? ]
Zhu Yuanqing turned over and said indifferently: [What?]
[Mission objective!] 007's fur stood on end. [You forgot the mission objective!]
Zhu Yuanqing didn't even open his eyes: [Don't worry, I know what's going on...]
007 has worked with Zhu Yuanqing in many worlds, so he doesn't know him well. It's obvious that this guy has set his eyes on the Simmons mattress in Mu Honghui's house!
Just as it was about to speak, it heard a chilling warning from its host.
[One more thing, see you in the small dark room]
It’s confirmed that he is someone you can’t afford to offend.
007 disappeared quietly.
In the rental house, Xiangfangyang looked at the phone interface that had automatically hung up again, and looked at the empty second bedroom with a gloomy face, anger mixed with panic.
What is going on?
Xu Mo would never ignore his calls, let alone stay out all night? And now he couldn't get in touch with him at all.
Xiangfang Yang really couldn't understand. Everything was fine, so why did Xu Mo suddenly become different from before?
Unable to just wait here, Xiangyang calmed down, packed his luggage and took a taxi home.
There is an important collaboration at home these days, and Mr. Fang is very busy every day. I just take this opportunity to accompany Mrs. Fang and find out the progress of their investigation.
After a good night's sleep, Zhu Yuanqing got up the next day and saw the dense red dots on the contact list. He replied that he was busy at work, packed up and opened the door.
As soon as I entered the restaurant, I saw Mu Honghui already sitting at the table.
"Good morning." Mu Honghui put down the financial magazine in his hand. "How did you sleep?"
Zhu Yuanqing glanced at the clock on the wall. It was seven o'clock. After confirming that he hadn't gotten up late, Zhu Yuanqing also sat down. "Not bad."
The nanny quickly brought breakfast, which included steamed buns, porridge, soy milk, fried dough sticks, bread and coffee.
Zhu Yuanqing took the bread and his eyes swept over the cup of coffee that exuded a strong bitter taste without stopping for a moment: "Thank you, but no thanks."
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