Jiang Zhimiao suddenly raised his head, his long and curly eyelashes fluttering, and blurted out , " Are you going to see Aunt Yun?"

This changed question revealed the fact that she didn't go home last night.

Shen Zhuowen glanced at her sideways and said quietly , " So you didn't go back at all yesterday."

Jiang Zhimiao's lips suddenly formed a straight line, " ... "

However, she didn't feel like she was at fault.

She is not a child now. In one month, she will be twenty-five. It does not mean that she must go home, and Jiang Yunyun has not asked her yet, so why should he bother to ask about all this now.

The guilt in her wet eyes disappeared briefly, and she calmed her voice , " I had something to do yesterday, so I went out temporarily."

Shen Zhuowen had no intention of letting Jiang Zhimiao go, and said in a steady voice , " Is he going out temporarily, or has he thought about it a long time ago."

If Shen Zhuowen really went to her house, he should know that she didn't go back last night.

Whatever you say now is in vain.

Therefore, Jiang Zhimiao offered no resistance and just said , " Mr. Shen, I think this has nothing to do with work. I came here today just to get my bag back."

Her voice was soft and soft, without any hint of threat, but she spoke in a very orderly manner.

Like a ferocious cat stretching out its claws that have not yet grown into sharp claws.

In response, Shen Zhuowen raised his eyes and smiled , " It's not appropriate to ask about personal matters during work hours, Secretary Jiang."

The word 'Secretary Jiang' was particularly strong and cold, as if he was dissatisfied with her resistance.

Jiang Zhimiao raised his eyes and looked over.

Shen Zhuowen signed the document and pushed it to the edge of the desk. He said in a calm voice , " Is there anything else?"

Jiang Zhimiao's breathing became heavier and she walked to the desk. She slowly picked up the documents in front of her, turned around and walked out.

Shen Zhuowen stared at her back and said nothing.

Jiang Zhimiao didn't stop even a step.

After exiting the office door, she closed the door behind her back.

Sitting back at her desk, she took a long breath and stared at the screen blankly.

Song Rou came over and asked , " What's wrong? I heard that Mr. Shen was in a bad mood. He scolded a lot of people when he came here this morning. Did you get scolded too?"

Jiang Zhimiao shook his head, "It's okay."

Song Rou understood, and she didn't say much. She reached out and patted Jiang Zhimiao on the shoulder, "This is what social animals are like, don't worry about it."

Jiang Zhimiao smiled and said, "I'm fine."

She looked at the time. She had to go out in the field today to find someone at the Finance Bureau to sign, and then she had a meeting in the afternoon, so she had to get the documents ready in advance.

She spent the whole morning sitting at her workstation getting information and never looked at the other side of the office.

For lunch, she also went to the cafeteria to eat alone.

The two phases are in a stalemate.

It wasn't until two or three o'clock in the afternoon, when Jiang Zhimiao came back from the Finance Bureau after signing the papers, that she met Shen Zhuowen again.

The main reason is that today's monthly meeting will be led by Shen Zhuowen, and she needs to follow the meeting minutes.

Shen Zhuowen looked at her sweaty forehead and paused for a moment, then glanced sideways at Tang Fan and reviewed Shen's data in the past six months and presented it.

Jiang Zhimiao was sitting in the audience, opening his notebook and taking notes.

Suddenly, a cold water glass touched my hand.

She looked sideways and saw Tang Fan looking sideways at her, nodding slightly, and handed her another tissue.

The weather is getting hotter now. Jiang Zhimiao has been running around outside all day, so it is inevitable to sweat. However, when she arrived at the company, the meeting was about to start, and she had no time to clean up carefully. She could only clean up briefly and put on foundation and lipstick again. , did not expect Tang Fan to be so detailed, and noticed that she was sweating.

Jiang Zhimiao pursed her lips and nodded politely.

Then, wiping the sweat from her forehead, she continued to record Shen Zhuowen's speech.

Every speech given by Shen Zhuowen was very capable and practical, unlike other senior officials who mostly spoke empty words and lacked key points.

Jiang Zhimiao could only keep remembering.

Until the sound stopped, Shen Zhuowen came down from the stage, and another senior executive spoke.

Jiang Zhimiao took the opportunity to rub his stiff wrist, reached out to pick up the water glass, and took a sip.

Then, she continued to lower her head and record the speeches of the meeting.

When she looked up again, the water glass in front of her was gone. She paused for a moment and looked forward.

Tang Fan, who was sitting in the front row of her, changed his name at some point and became Shen Zhuowen.

Shen Zhuowen sat in his seat, his sharp and long eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised his face to look at the person standing on the stage speaking. His whole person was capable and calm, with a strong aura, which was incompatible with the people around him.

... But that's not her focus.

His eyes fell on the lipstick mark on the side of the paper cup.

Very shallow.

However, it can be seen from this alone that this glass of water is the one she just drank.

His lips still landed exactly where the lipstick mark was.

Like a deliberate indirect kiss.

Jiang Zhimiao's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He turned around and glanced at the people in the office. Everyone in the office was listening to the summary on the stage, and no one seemed to pay attention to this.

Her heartbeat dropped in her throat, and she pursed her lips, planning to wait for the man to put down the paper cup and then throw it into the trash can.

Her position was very close to the trash can at the door, so she could easily throw the water glass into it.

However, this meeting lasted a long time and took turns taking the stage.

Jiang Zhimiao was almost suffering from tenosynovitis, but he still didn't wait until his hands were free, let alone throwing the paper cup into the trash can.

When the meeting ended, she still had some unfinished minutes of the meeting.

Turning off the computer, she thought about filling in the remaining part by listening to the recorder later. Looking up, she saw Shen Zhuowen talking to a certain senior executive and throwing the paper cup into the trash can.

He probably didn't realize it was her paper cup.

It probably wasn't intentional, it was just the wrong thing.

Jiang Zhimiao stared for a long time, silently looked away, and stepped out of the office.

After taking the meeting notes and organizing them into minutes, I looked at the time and found that it was already an hour after get off work.

After looking around, everyone around her had left. After clearing the table, she was ready to get off work and go back to An Qiaoqiao's house to pick up her luggage.

Before Jiang Zhimiao could reach the elevator, he heard the conversation between men and women coming from the opposite corridor.

She stopped walking and didn't approach. She just raised her hand and pressed the elevator button.

But the elevator hadn't arrived yet, so she had to listen even if she didn't want to.

As for this couple, Jiang Zhimiao had already heard that they were Shen Zhuoxu and ... Shen Zhuowen.

Shen Zhuoxu was begging Shen Zhuowen to arrange a position for Xu Mingtao in the Shen family. He also said that they had been having a hard time recently and Shen's mother stopped giving them money or calling them to ask if it was true. Don't plan on having them anymore.

Shen Zhuowen affirmed Shen Zhuoxu's answer and asked if she didn't choose all this by herself.

After a while, the woman began to break down and scream.

Shen Zhuowen was said to have lost her conscience and harmed her brother. It was also said that Shen's mother clearly said she loved her, but suppressed and disciplined her since she was a child. When she grew up, she didn't care. She just wanted to marry the person she loved. What's wrong.

Jiang Zhimiao listened for a while and was ready to stop him.

However, before she could pass, she saw a figure rushing straight towards her and bumping into her shoulder.

A stagger.

His elbow hit the ground hard, old injuries piled up new ones, and a heart-pounding pain shot up his nerves.

The pain made Jiang Zhimiao sweat.