MTL - Not Spare the Years-Chapter 35

As the seasons change, the year also comes to an end.

Every year at the end of the year, the Zhou family organizes employees to hold a family dinner. Each employee can bring a family member to participate, watch the stage performance during the day, and gather together for a dinner party at night. The company will also prepare a lot of prizes at home banquets, and play games to draw a prize and give out benefits.

In previous years, Zhou Zhenyue would only come out at the end of the dinner to give a few conclusions, but this year, for the first time, she followed everyone on the bus to the performance hall from nine in the morning.

Because the executives of the board of directors generally do not participate in this link, the people who bought the event did not prepare a special bus, and Zhou Zhenyue could only choose one to sit with the employees.

In the bus of the marketing department, many people brought children, and there was a lot of noise in the car. Although Fu Qian was about the same age as Zhou Zhenyue, the child was already five years old. If she wanted to arrange a number with Song Jie, she asked Mu Xueyi to help her take care of the child.

The child is a real skin, shouting to drink yogurt, spit it out, and deliberately spit it on the car seat cushion. Mu Xueyi didn't look at it, he sucked another mouthful of milk and spit it out at Xue Xiaobai in the back row.

Mu Xueyi hurriedly took out the napkin and handed it out: "Director Xue, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Xue Xiaobai was not angry and smiled: "It's okay, kid, it's normal to be naughty at all."

Seeing that he said nothing, Mu Xueyi focused on the little boy again.

Xue Xiaobai lay on the back of the chair in front, looked at Mu Xueyi, who was taking care of the child, and asked with a smile, "Xiao Mu, do you want to have a boy or a girl in the future?"

Mu Xueyi didn't listen to him carefully, and replied casually: "It's fine."

Xue Xiaobai clicked his tongue: "How can it be all right? Of course, it would be better to have a boy, and a boy can inherit the lineage."

Although Mu Xueyi did not agree with this statement, what Xue Xiaobai thought had nothing to do with her, so she gave a perfunctory hum.

Xue Xiaobai laughed even more happily.

In his opinion, Mu Xueyi is willing to discuss with him whether he will have a boy or a girl in the future. He must have liked him a long time ago, but he is thin-skinned and he is not willing to take the initiative to confess.

The head nodded, Fu Qian picked up her son, and the bus was about to leave.

Mu Xueyi was the lowest rank in the department, so everyone else sat in the front, and she sat alone in the last row. Xue Xiaobai turned around and asked if she wanted to sit with her, but she politely refused.

Just now, the child had made a big quarrel with her, and she was fine by herself.

While the car was noisy and lively, someone outside suddenly knocked on the closed door.

The driver's master opened the car door, and saw Xiao Ai walking up quickly carrying two bags, pressing his hand on the people in the car, signaling that they were all quiet.

Within two seconds, Zhou Zhenyue walked up slowly.

For a time, except for those children who couldn't understand interpersonal relationships, everyone was silent for a while.

Everyone who was already seated hurriedly stood up in a panic, bowing their heads to Zhou Zhenyue and saying hello: "Hello, President Zhou!"

Although they work next to Zhou Zhenyue's office, Zhou Zhenyue is the top leader of the company after all, and these ordinary employees have no chance of further contact except maybe to meet her every day.

It is an exaggeration to say that Zhou Zhenyue can appear in this carriage, giving them the feeling that they are almost like a god.

Xiao Ai said, "Everyone, sit down. President Zhou is just here to grab a car, so don't be too nervous."

It is said that it is not to be nervous, how can it be not to be nervous. Song Jie and Fu Qian took the initiative to stand up, give up their seats in the first row, and respectfully invite Zhou Zhenyue to sit.

Zhou Zhenyue declined, and went straight to the last row.

There was no expression on her face, and she casually sat beside Mu Xueyi, as if she just picked a seat at random.

"Let's drive," she said softly.

Everyone sat back a little cautiously. If Zhou Zhenyue was sitting in the first row, they might be more relaxed. Now that Zhou Zhenyue is sitting at the back, it feels the same as when the head teacher sat at the back in school, with three words written all over her body:

dare not move.

The car started, and the scenery outside the window began to recede from slow to fast.

first row.

Song Jie always felt that something was weird. After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't think of what was wrong.

After a long time, he slapped his head suddenly and asked Fu Qian next to him, "Look at the scarf around President Zhou's neck, is it the color that Xiao Mu knitted in the office before?!"

Fu Qian looked at him like a neuropathy: "Aren't you getting old and confused? How strange is the gray scarf?"

Song Jie patted his bald head and frowned in confusion, "Is that so..."

"For straight men like you, you can't tell the color of the lipstick and the color of the scarf?" Fu Qian snorted coldly, "If you let President Zhou know that you put her with an ordinary little girl. Clerks are linked together, be careful about your position."

Song Jie immediately shut up and stopped talking.

last row.

Mu Xueyi carefully observed the front, and seeing that no one was looking behind, she took out a new love letter written last night from her pocket and quickly threw it on Zhou Zhenyue's lap.

Zhou Zhenyue lowered her eyes, picked it up unhurriedly, pulled out the letter inside with her index and middle fingers, and unfolded it.

After reading two lines, she took the pen out of her pocket, unscrewed the cap, put the letter on her knee and began to circle.

Mu Xueyi watched quietly from the side, seeing Zhou Zhenyue circle the large paragraphs of what she wrote, and she felt so distressed.

She knew that all the places that Zhou Zhenyue circled were to be deleted.

When the circle was almost done, Zhou Zhenyue wrote a sentence at the end of the letter and handed it over gently.

Mu Xueyi sneaked in front of him again, took the letter, and saw Zhou Zhenyue write:

"It's an improvement over the last few times."

What is exaggerated is that there is a number "55" written next to it, and two bars are drawn under the number, which is the same as the score written by the teacher when approving the composition.

Mu Xueyi took the failed "transcript" and sighed.

She took out the ballpoint pen on her body and wrote under Zhou Zhenyue's comments: "Give me a failure early in the morning, and the buns in the morning are not delicious."

After writing, she secretly handed the letter to Zhou Zhenyue.

Zhou Zhenyue held it with one hand, and when she saw that sentence, the corners of her lips twitched slightly, and she wrote something on the paper with a pen.

After a while, the letter was sent back again.

Mu Xueyi opened the letter and looked around, but couldn't find what Zhou Zhenyue had just written. The paper was still the same as when she had just passed it through, and there were no extra sentences.

She couldn't help but raise the stationery a little higher, narrowed her eyes, and searched again carefully.

After looking at it for a while, she finally found the difference.

At the place where "55" was just written, the bottom of the first "5" was redrawn and described as "6", so the score became "65".

Mu Xueyi stared at the "65", her eyes crooked with a smile.

She wrote next to the score: "This is already my writing ceiling, and I really can't improve any further." Hand it to Zhou Zhenyue.

Zhou Zhenyue wrote a reply on her knee and handed it back.

Below the question, the delicate pen handwriting still has wet marks of wet ink:

"When I write to the 100-point level, I will get back with you."

Holding the letter paper, looking at the word "compound" written by Zhou Zhenyue on it, a warmth slowly rose from the bottom of her heart, and spread out little by little in her heart, a subtle but gentle warmth, like a car Outside the window, the orange early sun has not yet fully risen from the morning glow.

She couldn't help grinning widely, and wrote a good one seriously, followed by ten exaggerated exclamation marks.

Zhou Zhenyue took the paper again and wrote: "In the evening lottery session, the first prize is an iPad Pro, the second prize is a garment steamer, and the third prize is Starbucks' new Internet celebrity cup. What do you want?"

When Zhou Zhenyue was writing, Mu Xueyi stared at the paper, and when she saw that "what do you want?" she finished writing, Mu Xueyi blurted out, "I want a cup."

After she finished speaking, she immediately realized that she shouldn't speak out, and hurriedly looked forward.

Fortunately, her voice was very low, and no one could hear the children in front of them making noise.

Zhou Zhenyue seemed to smile, folded the letter, folded it into a small piece, and put it in the pocket on the inside of her chest.

The theater is located in the southern suburbs of Anyang, and the bus took more than an hour to arrive.

After parking, everyone stood up and waited obediently for Zhou Zhenyue and Xiao Ai to leave first, and they started to get off after the Buddha left.

After Zhou Zhenyue left, Song Jie asked Mu Xueyi quietly, "Mr. Zhou sat next to you just now, did I tell you anything?"

Mu Xueyi shook his head honestly: "No."

Strictly speaking, Zhou Zhenyue did not "say" anything to her.

Xue Xiaobai came over and said, "Xiao Mu, don't be afraid. Although Mr. Zhou is very serious, she shouldn't hate you."

Mu Xueyi smiled politely: "Thank you, Director Xue, I'm not afraid."

Xue Xiaobai: "It's okay, you don't have to hide it, don't say it's you, I've been in a cold sweat all the way. Girls, don't be so stubborn, you can tell me if you're afraid."

Mu Xueyi: "…"

Mu Xueyi didn't want to chat with Xue Xiaobai, so she deliberately left at the end of the line and left alone.

But before her ears were clean for a while, Song Jie rubbed over again intentionally or unintentionally, walked side by side with her, and said with a smile, "Xiao Mu, I think Xiao Bai likes you very much."

Mu Xueyi smiled: "Director Song, I have a partner."

Song Jie looked at her in surprise: "I can't tell, I never heard of you. Did you tell Xiaobai?"

Mu Xueyi nodded.

She had already told Xue Xiaobai that she had a partner, but Xue Xiaobai said that she had never seen her partner come to pick her up from get off work or give her a gift, so she must have made it up. She didn't know how to respond.

You can't tell Xue Xiaobai that the person she "made up" is sitting in the chairman's office next to them.

Song Jie shook his head and persuaded bitterly, "You're not married yet, so think about it carefully. Xiaobai's conditions are so good, he is expected to be promoted to manager next year. Can you have him in your target conditions? I advise you. , hurry up and divide while there is still time, how good it is to be with Xiaobai, the house and car are ready-made, you don't have to pay the loan together when you marry."

Mu Xueyi was a little dumbfounded, "...Thank you, but Director Xue and I really have no chance."

Song Jie was anxious: "Why are you so stubborn? Does your partner have a house and a car? Don't you need to pay the loan? Does Xiaobai have money?"

"I..." Mu Xueyi really didn't know how to explain it, and sighed, "Forget it, feel free to feel what you want."

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