An Zhisu was driving on the viaduct and glanced at his handbag on the passenger seat. There were two contracts lying quietly in it. One was a rental contract and the other was a design contract. They were thin.
A dozen pages of A4 paper contained her full harvest today.
An Zhisu was as happy as a bird soaring in the blue sky. She withdrew her peripheral vision and glanced at the LCD screen halfway. She saw that it read 4:30 pm. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she was empty.
He picked up the phone with one hand and dialed Ye Lancheng's number.
Shengshi Consortium, President’s Office.
Ye Lancheng was listening carefully to the performance report of the department executives. His muted cell phone suddenly lit up. He glanced at it with his peripheral vision, then raised his hand to make a pause gesture to the executives, and then picked up the phone to answer the call.
"Ye Lancheng, when will you get off work today?" Ye Lancheng put the phone to his ear and heard the cheerful voice of his little wife.
"What?" Ye Lancheng asked without answering.
"If you get off work at five o'clock on time, I can pick you up at your company, and we can also go shopping at the place I mentioned yesterday." An Zhisu finished speaking in a brisk tone, paused and then said: "If you work overtime,
forget about it."
Ye Lancheng naturally still remembered what he said yesterday, so he hummed and said, "No, I'll get off work at five o'clock."
"Okay, I'll be at your company in about twenty minutes." An Zhisu's voice was filled with joy, and Ye Lancheng could even imagine her smiling face.
"Drive carefully." Ye Lancheng's warning voice was as indifferent as ever, but An Zhisu could still hear his concern.
An Zhisu responded warmly and cut off the call.
Ye Lancheng put down his phone and whispered two words: "Continue." He paused and reminded: "You still have twenty minutes."
The department executives were stunned for a moment, and then without having time to figure out who had called Ye Lancheng, they quickly sped up their speech and finished the performance report for this month within twenty minutes. When closing the report, the department
The executive also specifically looked at the time. It was a full twenty minutes, no more than one second less. Fortunately, he was lucky, otherwise he would have been reprimanded again. In the entire Shengshi Consortium, no one was afraid of Ye Lancheng. Even if he just looked at him coldly
Just looking at you makes me feel cold
And chestnut.
"Is it over?" Ye Lancheng asked.
"It's over." The department executive responded immediately.
"Yeah." Ye Lancheng nodded: "Let's go out."
The department executive looked confused: "Mr. Ye, you... don't have any other instructions?"
"No."
Department executive: ...This is unscientific. Usually every time he comes to report, Ye Lancheng has to give him at least ten minutes of opinions whenever he should be encouraged or criticized. But what happened today?
?Obviously there has been no improvement in performance this month. He was prepared to be scolded before he came up.
He was prepared, and this sudden happiness caught him off guard.
"Then...Mr. Ye, should I go down first?" the department executive asked very cautiously.
"Yeah." Ye Lancheng responded coldly.
As if they had been granted amnesty, the department executives rushed out of Ye Lancheng's office holding the report as if running for their lives.
When Ye Lancheng's assistant Gao Qi saw the department executives coming out after reporting their work, he stood up from his seat and asked: "Director Zhao, is this over?"
Gao Qi was also a little surprised. The time came much earlier than he expected. He thought he would have to work overtime today.
Manager Zhao was still immersed in Ye Lancheng's sudden "gentleness". He came back to his senses after hearing this, then approached Gao Qi and asked mysteriously: "Assistant Gao, is Mr. Ye in a good mood today?"
"Huh?" Gao Qi thought for a moment: "Mr. Ye's mood is the same every day, which is probably more stable than our company's market."
Gao Qi's metaphor is very vivid and in line with the facts. He has been Ye Lancheng's special assistant for three years, and he has hardly seen any fluctuations in Ye Lancheng's mood. Doesn't he have that iceberg face 365 days a year? He has
I don’t know how Director Zhao could tell that their president was in a good mood.
"That's true." Manager Zhao agreed deeply, and then became even more confused. Thinking of Ye Lancheng's softened expression when he answered the phone, he gossiped more mysteriously: "Then, has Mr. Ye got a girlfriend recently?"
"Girlfriend!" Gao Qi seemed to have heard something earth-shattering, with a confused look on his face: "Why didn't I know that Mr. Ye had a girlfriend?"
"You don't know?" Director Zhao was confused when he heard this and scratched his head: "Maybe I thought wrong. You are Mr. Ye's special assistant. If he has a girlfriend, you will definitely know."
Gao Qi nodded: "Yes, Mr. Ye never asked me to set aside any time alone for him to date."
Manager Zhao muttered "I don't understand, I don't understand", then shook his head and went to take the elevator.
Gao Qi was a little confused by Director Zhao's mysterious look. He was about to turn around and knock on the door of Ye Lancheng's office to ask if he had anything else to arrange. Ye Lancheng had already opened the door of the office.
Gao Qi walked out. Gao Qi's eyes flashed, and he looked at Ye Lancheng who had already changed his clothes. He took off the high-end suit he wore at work today and put on the casual clothes he put in the closet in the lounge.
Pretend. The whole person seems to have a different aura, a little less cold and a little more approachable.
people.
"Young Master, do you want to get off work now?"
Lao Jiu appeared quietly, startling Gao Qi as soon as he made a sound. He quickly returned to Shenhui to report: "Mr. Ye, Miss Lin called just now and wants to invite you to have dinner together tonight."
"No time." Ye Lancheng said these two words indifferently and walked towards the elevator.
Lao Jiu hurriedly followed and pressed the elevator button for Ye Lancheng.
"You can drive back. Zhisu will wait for me downstairs and pick me up at Lantingju tomorrow morning." The elevator door opened and Ye Lancheng whispered to Lao Jiu.
Lao Jiu was startled for a moment, and then smiled like an old father: "Yes, young master." Watching the elevator go down, the smile on Lao Jiu's face has not faded away, which made Gao Qi feel very scared. He and Lao Jiu's colleagues also felt the same.
It has been three years. Lao Jiu can definitely be regarded as a cold personal bodyguard, a type who is ruthless and doesn't talk much. Such a bodyguard suddenly laughed, which is really... creepy
However.
"Brother Ninth, aren't you going to protect Mr. Ye?" Gao Qi couldn't bear his curiosity and walked over to ask.
Lao Jiu suppressed his smile and answered concisely: "Young Master also needs private space." "Oh." Gao Qi was obviously a little confused. How could he remember that Lao Jiu had always followed the CEO inseparably, even if it was...
Even if he ate with some women he couldn't refuse, Lao Jiu would follow him. He was really curious as to what the CEO was doing today, but he didn't even let Lao Jiu follow him.