PNB Chapter 909 An Employee Who Doesn't Want a Secret Relationship (4)
Chapter 909 An Employee Who Doesn't Want a Secret Relationship (4)
The person in charge of Chongzheng Games received Mu Zhou in the conference room.
After some discussion, the two agreed on a preliminary collaboration.
After finishing, Mu Zhou did not leave immediately. She asked for directions to the restroom and slowly began to touch up her makeup.
She didn't leave until her entire face was covered in makeup.
Her phone rang as she stepped out of the elevator.
The tone on the other end sounded somewhat anxious, and Mu Zhou frowned slightly:
"Okay, I'll go back right away."
He then pushed open the door.
She quickened her pace, and in her haste, she accidentally twisted her ankle while going down the stairs.
"what……"
She gasped softly and collapsed to the ground.
The sprain was so severe that her ankle was almost instantly immobilized.
Even in this situation, her first instinct was to look up and survey her surroundings.
After confirming that there was no one else around, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, it's rush hour and there's no one in the parking lot.
Her embarrassing situation went unnoticed.
Mu Zhou propped himself up to stand, casually patted the dirt off his clothes, and then lifted up his trousers to take a look.
My knee was just rubbed a little red, but it wasn't bleeding.
She couldn't help but feel relieved that she hadn't worn a skirt today.
He then dragged his injured foot and slowly shuffled to the side of the car.
Just as I was about to open the car door, I saw the headlights of a black car in the distance suddenly flash.
Mu Zhou looked over subconsciously.
The driver got out of the car and respectfully opened the back door, and a tall man got out of the car.
Unlike his casual style when we met last time, this time he wore a well-tailored suit.
The fabric is smooth and flat, without a single unnecessary wrinkle.
Every inch fits his shoulders, neck, and narrow waist perfectly; it's clearly a high-end custom-made piece.
Especially her long legs, which looked even straighter and stronger when encased in dress pants.
This man looks great in a suit.
Mu Zhou sighed silently.
She then realized that he must have seen her disheveled state.
Her ears burned, but she still forced a cheerful greeting.
"Teacher Shen? It's nice to see you again."
Shen Congjing put her hands in her pockets, strode up to him, and looked down at her feet.
He seemed nonchalant, yet also somewhat disdainful.
Are you planning to drive back like this?
Mu Zhou thought he was referring to her wearing high heels, and quickly explained:
"I have a spare pair of shoes in my car. I don't wear high heels when I drive."
She can't drive in high heels, but she needs them to go to work, so she always keeps a pair of flat shoes in her car for driving.
As Shen Congjing listened to her flustered explanation, he took his hand out of his pocket and pointed his index finger at her already swollen foot.
"I don't think you're in a good condition to drive."
Mu Zhou subconsciously glanced at his feet as well.
She felt inexplicably awkward and pulled her feet back slightly.
"Actually, it doesn't hurt that much..."
Do you think I would just stand by and watch someone attempt dangerous driving?
After interrupting her, Shen Congjing gazed at her silently.
Like a strict yet competent teacher, educating students who are trying to take advantage of the situation.
Mu Zhou had always been a good student and was naturally afraid of teachers, so she immediately cowered and promised:
"Then, then I'll find a designated driver, Ms. Shen. I won't drive myself."
Seeing that she had finally obeyed, Shen Congjing waved to her.
The driver immediately stepped forward:
"Manager Mu, let me take you home."
Mu Zhou stared in disbelief as the driver opened the car door, then looked at Shen Congjing:
"This is too much trouble, I..."
“I don’t want any unexpected incidents or public outcry after you leave my company.”
This means he was still worried that she wouldn't listen to his advice and would insist on driving back herself, but he didn't have time to supervise her all the time, so he simply had the driver take her directly.
Mu Zhou instantly understood the meaning and stopped refusing:
"Thank you very much, Teacher Shen."
Just before getting into the car, she suddenly turned around and shuffled over to him, dragging her injured foot.
"Ms. Shen, could I have your business card?"
Her "disabled but determined" appearance is hard for most people to resist.
Shen Congjing raised his eyes, took out a business card, and handed it to her.
His business cards have a very distinctive design.
The card was black, with several strange lines on the front, followed by his name and contact information.
The back features a set of numbers and the "Chung Cheng Games" logo.
Mu Zhou spoke subconsciously:
"These lines look quite like those mathematical curves. I hated these the most when I was preparing for my postgraduate entrance exam; they gave me a headache just looking at them..."
"That's right, it is indeed a special curve in mathematics."
He spoke calmly, and Mu Zhou froze instantly, swallowing back the words he was about to say.
I almost forgot, Shen Congjing used to be a university teacher.
She awkwardly tugged at the corner of her mouth, her attitude instantly changing:
"No wonder, I felt that these lines were unusual, they have a very cultured feel to them."
She awkwardly smoothed her hair behind her ear and hurriedly said goodbye.
"Then I won't bother you any longer, Teacher Shen. I'll head back to the company now. Goodbye."
After saying that, he ignored the pain in his feet and hurriedly got into the car.
Shen Congjing watched her run away and subtly curled the corner of his lips.
[Shen Congjing, the character you're interested in, has had his affection level increased to 15%]
Inside the car, Mu Zhou listened to 0001's prompt and gently tapped the business card in his hand.
*
When Mu Zhou returned to the company, the medicine delivery she had ordered had just arrived.
Only after dealing with the emergency that her employee had just called her about did she have time to treat her foot injury.
In the lounge, she took off her high heels, unscrewed the bottle of safflower oil, and rubbed it vigorously despite the pain.
The aroma of safflower oil instantly filled the air.
It's really swollen quite a bit; I don't know if I'll be able to drive here tomorrow.
Following the instructions online, she endured the pain and went for the massage, and soon her forehead was covered in sweat.
Just then, the phone rang again.
She glanced at it; it was Qin Zhi.
I tapped the connection and enabled hands-free calling with my finger bone.
"Hello, Mr. Qin."
Her attitude was official and distant.
Qin Zhi paused for a moment.
His brief silence revealed both his dissatisfaction and his helplessness in the face of her stubbornness.
Finally, he spoke:
"Back at the company? Where are you?"
"Mr. Qin, would you like to continue discussing what happened before? I'm sorry, I'm busy right now. I'll have to trouble you..."
Before she could finish speaking, the door was opened.
The person who arrived was Qin Zhi, who was holding a mobile phone.
Perhaps the smell of safflower oil in the room was a bit too strong, he subconsciously frowned, and his gaze then fell on Mu Zhou's already swollen ankle.
His brow furrowed deeply.
"what happened?"
"fine."
Mu Zhou lied through his teeth and continued rubbing his ankle.
Qin Zhi's face darkened. He walked up to her, squatted down, and forcibly took the safflower oil from her hand.
Mu Zhou immediately glanced in the direction of the door:
"President Qin, please be careful, it's easy for someone to get in here."
"Don't worry, I've got my secretary nearby."
Mu Zhou was taken aback, then gave a self-deprecating laugh:
"President Qin's consideration is indeed very thorough."
Qin Zhi could naturally hear the sarcasm in her tone.
He didn't say anything, but simply held her ankle and kneaded it slowly and firmly.