Assistant Lin Has Something To Say

Lin Hui lost sleep.

This directly led to him being the first person to come to the company today: he arrived at 8 o'clock during work hours at 9 o'clock.

The building is very quiet, except for the occasional cleaning conversation and walking, no other sounds can be heard. Lin Hui stood in front of the window and watched the thin mist on the street dissipate, the number of cars slowly increased, and the city woke up.

Compared with the vibrant city, he is like a scattered yellow egg today, the whole person is soft into a pool, tired and weak.

Lin Hui walked to the desk and sat down. He was thinking about whether he should buy a cup of coffee to refresh himself, but he saw a news pop-up window pop up on the computer screen, the most conspicuous The location is an entertainment news in bold and bold - "Min Jiami Meets Male Friends, Meets in a High-end Couples Restaurant", the accompanying picture is Min Jia's blurred profile, which can be vaguely seen smiling happily. Lin Hui glanced at it hastily, his heartbeat quickened immediately, and he hurriedly clicked to close.

After a while, He Jianshan also arrived at the company.

Lin Hui glanced at the time and found that he also arrived earlier than usual today. Could it be that He Jianshan couldn't sleep either, or didn't he sleep? He was guessing wildly when he heard a knock on the door, and the client stood at the door and looked at him.

Lin Hui didn't react for a while, so he looked back at him blankly.

He Jianshan spoke first: "Why come so early?"

“…I went to bed early yesterday, so I got up early too.”

Both of them stopped for a while, and then spoke at the same time:

“Where to eat at night?”

"Did the movie look good yesterday?"

The atmosphere starts to get weird.

"Forget it," Lin Hui showed a forced smile, "Don't give me spoilers, I still want to watch it when I have time."

He Jianshan was stunned for a moment, then nodded. He originally wanted to say something, but seeing that Lin Hui had lowered his head and started to work, he left.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Feng Ying got off the plane and received a call from Feng Juntao—

"Secretary Wang said you went to Jinghua?"

"Yes, Dad, I'll be back on Sunday."

"Do you have time to visit He Jianshan?"

Feng Ying raised her eyebrows: "I'm afraid not, I didn't bring anything here. I came here to play, and I had a dinner with friends."

Feng Juntao was very speechless: "I told you earlier that I should take care of myself, and I will not make friends who are indiscriminate."

Feng Ying smiled: "You're right, I made an appointment with He Jianshan's assistant, so why not be indifferent, isn't it also for work."

Feng Juntao choked for a while, and after a while he said, "I think you're an old man. I warn you, this man has been with He Jianshan for eight years, and now he says it's Wan Zhuer. It's not too much of a hand. He can stay by He Jianshan's side for so long, and he knows that he is not an ordinary person by this method. The Ning Hai project has now reached a critical stage, and I don't want to make any mistakes. "

Feng Ying smacked her lips impatiently: "Dad, I understand, okay, my car is here, that's it."

He hung up the phone and sneered: "Means? What means? Means on the bed?"

He could see clearly on the golf course that day, Lin Hui's eyes seemed to stick to He Jianshan, and he didn't move for a second. Not to mention that a person like He Jianshan, who regards his work as his life, actually turned down the dinner party and went to the night market with his assistant. Who would believe it if he was not a little lover? As for his old father, he still lived in the past. He thought that he could only be outstanding if he was the second in command. He didn't even think about it. If Lin Hui was so good, he would still be an assistant by now, following He Jianshan's **** all day long. Running behind? It's no wonder that someone gave He Jianshan a gift before and was rejected. He thought that He Jianshan was Yang/Yang, and it turned out to be a good one.

But then again, He Jianshan has a really good eye. Lin Hui graduated from a prestigious university. He looks good and has a good temperament, and his conversation is even better. Although the boys he played with were all good-looking, and some looked like Lin Hui, but when they talked about the world, they were either vulgar or boring, and they were really not up to the standard. This is the first time I have met this kind of capable and able-bodied person. He Jianshan is really blessed. I just hope that A Pao and Shanshan can give some strength, and the things they bring are the best and useful, so let me try Get a taste of Kaamiyama's bedding. Thinking of this, Feng Ying showed a wretched and proud smile on his face.

At 6 o'clock, Lin returned to the place where he had agreed to eat: Xu Yuan. This private kitchen is very well done, and the environment decoration is also stylish, which is very suitable for Lin Hui to entertain Feng Ying. Speaking of which, He Jianshan brought him here in the first place.

It was the second year that Lin Hui entered Wanzhu. Once he made a big oolong: because of the work process, he temporarily helped the company with a sum of money, the amount of which almost emptied his small savings. Originally, this was not a big deal. Wan Zhu's salary payment and reimbursement were very timely. Lin Hui calculated the time and would not cause him any pressure. As a result, the finance suddenly went out for training that month, and all payments had to be delayed for a week, so it was stretched.

Although Lin Hui eats enough for one person and the whole family is not hungry, but Jinghua is prosperous and the cost of living is high, it is a coincidence that he has just paid the rent and is really out of money, even if he has a temporary credit card It takes two weeks to get approved. He didn't want to borrow money from others, thinking that it would only be a week anyway, so he ate instant noodles three days in a row that week. Annie often came to him because of work. Every time she smelled the smell of instant noodles, she said, "Lin Zhu, why do you eat instant noodles every day?"

Lin Hui was ashamed to say that he had no money, so he smiled vaguely: "I like to eat noodles."

On the fourth day, He Jianshan came over before get off work in the morning.

"Come out with me."

Lin Hui hurried to keep up, but he was a little muttered in his heart: It's almost time for dinner, where can I go at this time?

I didn't expect the driver to send them to a restaurant where they had private dishes. Lin Hui thought that He Jianshan had made an appointment with someone, but when the dishes were all served, no one else showed up.

He Jianshan looked as usual: "Eat."

Lin Hui glanced at He Jianshan, and he was not polite, and began to feast.

This was a very quiet meal, almost only the sound of chewing and chopsticks touching the dishes; this was also the most comfortable and best meal for Lin Hui these days. Miss the taste of rice and vegetables so much.

When he had enough to eat and drink, He Jianshan said again: "A more relaxed banquet, if there are not many people, you can consider coming here, the environment and dishes are okay?"

Lin Hui nodded blankly.

"There are noodles too. Sanxian noodles and shrimp noodles are okay."

Lin Hui's face turned red immediately, he suspected what He Jianshan was implying, but his expression was very serious, and it seemed that he was simply asking him to try a dish to see the environment.

Lin Hui later accompanies He Jianshan for countless meals: a working meal with only two people; a dinner party with colleagues and leaders; and a business dinner where people are carefully entertained... But there has never been a meal like this one—rice, vegetables, meat, and fruit. At that moment, there is only food. They enjoy lunch together. They don’t have to say anything, just concentrate on eating and it’s enough.

Lin Hui was in a trance, a car was parked at the door, and three people came down, one of them was Feng Ying. As soon as he saw Lin Hui, he smiled and rolled his eyes: "Brother Lin~"

There were two young people with Feng Ying, and they each shouted "Brother Lin". Feng Ying walked in while holding Lin Hui's hand, and apologized: "I'm really sorry, Brother Lin, it was supposed to be dinner for the two of us, but two friends insisted that they want to catch the wind, so I told them, It's all on their account tonight."

Lin Hui smiled and said, "No, I had promised to invite Mr. Feng to dinner, and it would be more lively if there were more people, and it would be happier to eat."

A few people sat and chatted for a while, and Lin Hui informed the waiter to start the dishes. He paid a little attention to Feng Ying's friends Ah Pao and Shan Shan. They looked about the same age as He Jianchuan, and they were probably the children of some rich family. They brought wine and said that they had kept a gift for Feng Ying to wash away the dust. Lin Hui was not happy, so he poured a glass.

The atmosphere of the banquet was very harmonious, the two young people have been diligently serving dishes and wine, and the waiter can't do it for you. Lin Hui was originally worried that the three of them were familiar with each other, and if they were happy, they would make a drink or something. Fortunately, when he drank two glasses and the other party was about to fill it up, Lin Hui bluntly said that he was incapable of drinking, so he didn't force it. Although Lin Hui actually had more than that, but he didn't sleep much yesterday, and he wasn't feeling well today, so he didn't want to drink much.

But I don't know what kind of wine this is, I feel that the degree is a bit high, he obviously didn't drink much, but he still started to get dizzy. By the time the dinner was coming to an end, Lin Hui's consciousness had already begun to disintegrate: in his eyes, the people and things in the box looked like images that had been forcibly magnified, blurred into a mosaic; the voices in his ears fluctuated from far and near, and sometimes he had to shout several times. Once again, he can come back to his senses. Lin Hui felt something was wrong in his heart. He was struggling desperately in this atmosphere of being cut off at any time. With the last bit of energy, he clicked on the number one in the most recent calls, but he just got through and was dropped by someone.

Feng Yingxiao took the mobile phone and threw it aside: "Brother Lin, stop playing with the mobile phone, the shrimp I just served is very good, you can try it."

Lin Hui sweated, panting slightly and said, "Feng..."

Feng Ying looked at him with a smile: "Brother Lin, aren't you a little drunk? Are you okay?"

The phone rang there, and Lin Hui, who was beside him, didn't seem to hear anything.

A Pao and Shanshan, who were still chattering just now, quieted down. They looked at each other and knew that the medicine in the wine was starting to work. Ah Pao blew a short whistle, winked his eyes and said, "Brother Ying, why are you still eating? The spring night is so short, my brother has prepared everything for you~"

Shan Shan teased: "What do you know, it took so much effort to get it done, Brother Ying can't eat and drink enough to keep his spirits up all night?"

The two broke out into exaggerated and obscene laughter.

Feng Ying's mood is extremely happy, the things Xiao has been thinking about for a long time can't fly out of his palm, he doesn't need to worry: "Can you be gentle?"

The three of them talked nonsense again, Feng Ying turned her head to take a look, Lin Hui, who was holding his head just now, is now completely lying on the table. He took a breath of alcohol at Lin Huiqingjun's face, and tentatively shouted a few times, "Brother Lin—Brother Lin—Lin Hui—"

No response.

Feng Ying threw away the chopsticks and stood up: "Shanshan, you go to checkout, Ah Pao drives, ready to go!"

The author has something to say:

Tomorrow (December 30) to enter V, there will be three shifts, a new attempt in life, I hope everyone will support it, and I will send you a small red envelope tomorrow!