Eleven: How about accompanying you for a lifetime?
Eleven: How about accompanying you for a lifetime?
That night, Yan Jing and Chu Xueran still didn't go out for a walk after all.
Yan Jing was holding the scarf in his hand and fell asleep in the already cleaned house.
Chu Xueyan thought that Yan Jing would still come to her like last night, so she waited for Yan Jing on her own bed and slowly fell asleep while waiting.
A sleepless night, but after waking up in the morning, neither of them was in good spirits.
Two people woke up at almost the same time, each washed up in the bathroom of their bedroom, and then opened the bedroom door and went out at the same time.
"Good morning."
"Good morning."
Yan Jing yawned and asked Chu Xueran, "What do you want for breakfast?"
Chu Xueran also had a drowsy look on his face, "A cup of unsweetened hot milk, the rest is up to you."
Yan Jing suddenly woke up, and this lazy Chu Xueran was really too sexy, making Yan Jing's heart itch.
"What's wrong?" Chu Xueran asked, staring at Yan Jing.
"There's nothing." Yan Jing stroked Chu Xueran's chin, "Uncle, you need to shave, I don't want to call you grandpa."
Chu Xueran stroked his beard, which was indeed thick and dense. "What do you know? A beard is a man's second symbol, how can a little kid like you who hasn't even grown pubic hair understand the importance of a beard to men?"
"A real man doesn't need external aids like beards." Yan Jing flexed his muscles, "Take a look at me and you'll know what you're lacking."
"What's lacking?" Chu Xueran said on purpose, "Skin whiter than a woman's? A waist thinner than a woman's? Or hair softer than a woman's?"
Yan Jing said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, "Uncle, I remember there were some leftover broad beans from last night's dinner. Would you mind finishing them off this morning?"
Yan Jing walked past Chu Xueyan, and with a hateful expression, she stepped on Chu Xueyan's foot with her heel. Hearing Chu Xueyan's suppressed gasp, Yan Jing smiled happily.
Chu Xue Zhen was stunned, this was the first time he saw a smile in Yan Jing's eyes, what a beautiful pair of eyes, it really lived up to the name "Yan Jing".
After having breakfast (of course, it wasn't flat beans), Chu Xueran drove the car with Yan Jing to arrive at the Chu Hui Group.
The Qi and Chu groups have always been at odds, one in the east of the city center and the other in the west. So, Chu Xueran was not worried that people from the Qi group would find Yan Jing.
Yan Jing wore the clothes that Chu Xueran had bought for him in the morning to arrive at the Chu Hui Group, and of course, Yan Jing would pay back the money for buying clothes to Chu Xueran sooner or later.
"Follow me closely, did you hear?" Chu Xueran instructed Yan Jing.
"I heard." Yan Jing put away his usual rogue appearance and followed Chu Xueran, step by step, afraid of taking a wrong step or doing something wrong.
At the entrance of the building, Chu Xueran stopped and comfortingly rubbed Yan Jing's hair, "Don't worry, I've got everything."
Yan Jing closed his eyes and savored the touch of Chu Xueyan, "I know. But I also know you won't stay by my side forever, some things can only rely on myself."
Seeing Yan Jing's carefree appearance, Chu Xueran couldn't help but think of a cat with its sharp claws out, an animal that is easy-going yet can turn on you at any moment. Almost subconsciously, Chu Xueran said, "As long as you're willing, I can stay by your side for the rest of my life."
As soon as the words were spoken, Chu Xueyan deliberately observed Yan Jing's reaction, but found that Yan Jing seemed to have not heard and continued to close his eyes, enjoying his own caress.
Although this reaction made Chu Xueran feel deliberately ignored, it was more of a relief for him. After all, some words are easy to say, but hard to do. Chu Xueran and Yan Jing were not relatives or friends, and there was no need to really stay by Yan Jing's side for a lifetime because of an unconscious sentence.
Yan Jing suddenly opened his eyes, "What is my job?"
"Be my secretary." Mentioning this, Chu Xueran also had a headache. In order to arrange for Yan Jing, Chu Xueran even transferred Wei Yu, who used to work with himself, to his father's side and became his father's secretary.
Thinking of this, Chu Xueran's guilty feelings about Wei Yu's imprisonment resurfaced.
"Who are you thinking of?" Yan Jing didn't like Chu Xueran's gaze at this moment, because in these unfocused eyes, there was no existence of his own.
"I was just planning my work for the next month in my mind." Okay, Chu Xueran had to admit that due to Yan Jing's questioning, he subconsciously and unreasonably told a lie.
Yan Jing didn't suspect Chu Xueran's words. "Let's go. The first day of work, being late is not good."
"Uh-huh."
Yan Jing followed Chu Xueren, and heard many people greeting him, welcoming him back, and all addressing Chu Xueren as "General Manager".
As they entered the general manager's office, Chu Xueran and Yan Jing both let out a sigh of relief at the same time.
"It doesn't show, but all the employees seem to like you," said Yan Jing with a smile, "Uncle's interpersonal relationships are quite good."
"If you understand me well enough, you'll like me too." Chu Xueran didn't realize the possible implication of his previous words and seriously said to Yan Jing, "In the company, you can only address me as 'General Manager', got it?"
"Understood, General Manager." Yan Jing quickly got into character. "Excuse me, General Manager, what does this secretary need to do?"
"First heat up a cup of milk for me," Chu Xueran pointed to the microwave in the corner of the office, "remember not to add sugar."
"Don't put sugar in it, I know."
"There's a microwave in the office, your taste is not ordinary." Yan Jing walked to the corner and started heating up milk for Chu Xueran.
The door of the office was knocked and Chu Xueran ordered a sentence, "Please come in."
Yan Jing observed the man who came in from the corner, about 1.8 meters tall, around 25 years old, with a very handsome face hidden behind a pair of silver-framed glasses, his complexion even more serious than Chu Xueran's. From the moment the man entered the room, Yan Jing felt particularly cold.
The man did not look at Yan Jing, but directly asked Chu Xueran, "General Manager, is there anything I've done that doesn't satisfy you?"
"No. You've always done well." Chu Xueran's eyes flickered, not daring to look into the man's eyes, "Yu Feng, I..."
"General Manager, I've said it before, in the company, please call me Wei Yu Feng or Secretary Wei. Wei Yu Feng continued to ask, "Please General Manager, clearly tell me why you want to transfer me to the CEO's side? What is it about my work that the General Manager is not satisfied with? In these eleven months when the General Manager has been working hard for Shi Ran Company, I have also been working hard for Chu Hui Group. I don't think I've done anything wrong."
Chu Xueran was most afraid of this expressionless Yan Wang Wei Yu Feng, being asked question by question, Chu Xueran really felt that half of his life was almost gone.
Chu Xueran, who couldn't bear it anymore, pointed to Yan Jing in the corner and said, "I have a new secretary named Yan Jing, and my father happens to be short of a secretary. Your ability is absolutely capable of taking on the role of general manager's secretary, so everything is very natural."
Wei Yu stepped right in front of Yan Jing, seemingly sizing him up, but actually just staring at his eyes. "Yan Jing, is it? I remember you. If you don't have the ability and can't do your job well, then please leave early. The Chu Hui Group won't keep useless people, especially those who only know how to heat milk."
Yan Jing was met with a cold, apathetic gaze from Wei Yu's eyes, which were separated by glasses, and his whole body broke out in goosebumps. However, to avoid losing momentum, Yan Jing, who was one centimeter shorter than Wei Yu, lifted his head and said with great confidence, "I will definitely be stronger than you!"
"I hope so." Wei Yu turned around and left the office without looking at Chu Xueyan again.

