"Okay, I'll go down and move it," Zhou Bocheng responded quickly and went down the corridor.
Zhao Ya and Pang Chuan worked in the same company before. Because Zhao Ya was very beautiful, she was always harassed by some male colleagues and leaders. She didn't want to cause trouble to Pang Chuan, so she resigned and now works as a dance teacher in a training company.
"Don't be anxious, Bocheng, don't get too tired." Seeing Zhou Bocheng go out directly, Zhao Ya also followed.
"Sister-in-law, please don't come down. I can move it by myself." Zhou Bocheng looked at the pot of flowers on his waist and gave it a try. After two rests, he could help Zhao Ya move it back.
"I'm here to cheer you on, haha..." Zhao Ya laughed, but then she felt that this sentence was wrong and quickly changed her words,
"Okay, I just feel like I can't bear to ask you to come down and move things alone."
"It's okay, sister-in-law, just rest." Zhou Bocheng picked up the thing. It was indeed a bit heavy, and he couldn't help but feel heavy.
"Bocheng, you have to be careful. If you can't move it, you won't move it. If it hurts you, it won't be worth the loss." After saying that, Zhao Ya led the way, and Zhou Bocheng followed behind.
But his eyes were unconsciously staring at Zhao Ya's back. Like a willow in the wind, swaying left and right, her graceful figure and indescribable beauty attracted Zhou Bocheng's eyes like magic.
Zhao Ya walked slowly and looked behind her. When Zhao Ya walked faster, Zhou Bocheng raised his head and glanced at the vague scenery from the corner of the stairs. He was distracted and his heart was filled with confusion.
"Zhou Bocheng, that's my sister-in-law! Don't think wrongly!"
Zhao Ya never noticed Zhou Bocheng's gaze and kept saying with concern, "Bocheng, be careful. Do you need to rest?"
Zhou Bocheng felt that he was really nothing, and he also felt that Pang Chuan was nothing more than a horse. He was so lucky to have married such a virtuous and kind-hearted daughter-in-law.
In fact, with Zhao Ya's comparison, when Zhou Bocheng chooses the girl he likes, he will always subconsciously compare it with Zhao Ya. This comparison will make no difference.
"I'm going to die, why do I care about this?..." Gritting his teeth, Zhou Bocheng decided not to rest and rushed up to the sixth floor in one breath.
"Tsk tsk tsk, it's good to be young and strong. I'll help my sister-in-law move some things tomorrow..."
Zhao Ya took out a can of ice-cold soda from the refrigerator with a smile. She became quiet mid-sentence, stretched out her hand and scratched the corner of Zhou Bocheng's eyes with her thumb.
"What's wrong? Are you crying?"
No one said it was okay, some said Zhou Bocheng's nose became sore in an instant, and he had the urge to hug him and force a smile.
"How is it possible? Sand got into my eyes when I went upstairs."
"Are you saying, sister-in-law, I haven't had sand in my eyes?" Zhao Ya didn't intend to point out Zhou Bocheng, knowing that this kid had a strong self-esteem, so she took out a wet wipe and handed it over.
"Did you remember something bad? It's okay. Let's start a family as soon as possible. As you said, you are very powerful." As he said this, he looked at the other person with encouraging eyes and made a scissor hand gesture.
"Yes, I'm the best." Zhou Bocheng said quickly. He was about to leave. Zhao Ya's attraction to him was too fatal and he couldn't stay. He found an excuse and hurried back to his room.
"No matter what, let's have a beginning and an end," Zhou Bocheng closed the door and leaned against the door, smoking two cigarettes. He still planned to go to the company and finish the work in the past few days.
Then...then go enjoy the blessings, enjoy things you have never thought of, and find a place where no one is around to wait to die...
After washing his hair, since his hair is short, just rinse it directly on the faucet. After grooming himself and pulling up his collar, Zhou Bocheng left his home. When he went out, he looked at the door opposite and was a little curious about his sister-in-law.
what are you doing
His reason and guilty conscience still stopped him, and he still took a look at the shoe rack at the door. There was a row of small high heels, neat and tidy, and there was no smell of leather.
There seems to be a voice in my heart that is confusing me
"You are about to die. Look what's going on? Can't you watch? If you like, be bold. It's only one year! One year! One day will pass soon."
Zhou Bocheng took a deep breath, lit a cigarette, turned around and left, muttering "I am not a thief."
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Zhiyuan Group is a company whose main business is trade strategy, covering a wide range of businesses and adapting to local conditions. The location of each branch determines the main business scope of the branch.
The department Zhou Bocheng works for is a project department that was only established in the past year. It is related to new energy. While developing the market, it is also constantly improving the product itself. The group attaches great importance to it.
To be honest, some people in this department have backgrounds and connections and can be promoted after gilding projects, or they are talents that the company has vigorously cultivated, and Zhou Bocheng will not be able to take over.
But miscellaneous administrative work requires people to do it, and Zhou Bocheng is one of them. Recently I heard that the Marketing Department might ask him to leave, which made me happy for two days, but then the bad news of cancer came.
The Zhiyuan Group stands tall under the setting sun. It is a complex of buildings that stands alone on one side of the main road in the Economic Development Zone, seeming to represent its unique status.
On the first day he joined the company, Zhou Bocheng wanted to work in the main building, work down-to-earth, get an official position, marry a wife, have a boy and a girl, buy a small car, and be an honest housekeeper. If he had the chance, he would buy it.
A big house.
Seeing the employees walking out chatting and laughing after get off work, Zhou Bocheng felt a little uncomfortable. He went to the building where he was from the side door. The documents in his hand should be completed in three days.
His department was on the third floor of the project department. Since he wanted to avoid the crowd, Zhou Bocheng took the stairs. The moment the safe passage opened, he saw Meng Chen coming out of the elevator with a glowing face.
He was in his thirties, with a round face and a slicked back hair. His figure had begun to gain weight. The buttons on his shirt seemed to be on the verge of breaking. Needless to say, his face was red. It goes without saying that he had drunk. Zhou Bocheng stepped back and put his
The figure was hidden in the safe passage.
"What am I afraid of when I step on a horse? My body has already formed a subconscious behavior, fuck." Zhou Bocheng walked out thinking about it in his heart. To his surprise, Meng Chen did not return to his office, but went to another room.
.
There was no one on the floor anymore, so I heard the conversation in the room.
"Xiaoyao, why don't you go to dinner together?" Meng Chen said in a concerned tone.
"Manager Meng, my plan has not been revised yet, so I will work overtime for a while."
"Hey, why are you working so hard? It's okay. Let's go have dinner together first. Isn't that the plan? If we don't do it, the higher-ups will say it was Zhou Bocheng who did it."
After hearing these words, Zhou Bocheng became angry instantly. He rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the office...