This Damned Sweetness

Cheng Lang's gaze froze for a moment on the sticky note, then slowly raised his eyelids and looked at Gao Rui as if he was making some confirmation.

Gao Rui replenished the feeling of unchanging face and heartbeat from his eyes, and nodded, indicating that he had expected it well-the sentence "Mr. Cheng, it's not good" just now is the fate that strikes ahead of schedule. The wake-up call.

Cheng Lang's eyes deepened a little bit, he was asking: What is the reason?

Gao Rui picked up the phone, turned to the call log list, pointed Xu Qiao's call at two o'clock to him, poked in the direction of the conference room, and shrugged.

Cheng Lang knew it with a sigh and two joys, and finally ended this silent communication, nodded: "It's interesting, bring it here."

The secretary worked hard to improve his facial expression management and didn't let himself appear too dumbfounded.

Gao Rui gently supported the wise glasses on the bridge of his nose, and gave the secretary a "1" gesture: "The President's Office has entered a first-level alert state."

Five minutes later, Gao Rui went downstairs to pick up people, and at a glance saw a dark shadow with a strong social atmosphere in the hall.

Xu Qiaozheng, in a black jacket, black peaked cap, black sunglasses, and black mask, sat on the sofa area with his legs up, expressionless-mainly flipping through a magazine with an invisible expression, completely ignoring the cup of hot tea on the coffee table.

After receiving the instructions from the 62nd floor, the front desk manager personally accompanied him and stood aside. Seeing that Xu Qiao had no intention of taking off his mask and drinking tea, he was full of curiosity but did not dare to ask.

Gao Rui gestured to her from a distance to let her return to work, then walked in front of Xu Qiao, bent down, and said in a low voice: "Miss Yu, sorry, you have been waiting for a long time. Come upstairs with me."

Xu Qiao put aside the magazine and got up without saying a word.

Gao Rui glanced at the cover of the magazine and saw that it was the latest issue of Lanchen Department Store. He had a certain idea in his mind. While leading the way on the side, he asked backwards: "Do you think our magazine looks good?"

"Make do." Xu Qiao answered casually, obviously not thinking about talking to him.

"Actually, the routines are the same every season, is it a bit tired after watching too much?" Gao Rui asked again.

Xu Qiao glanced at him through her sunglasses: "Of course, isn't that the case with magazines?"

"Yes, whether it's a magazine or something else, once you fall into the same pattern, it will inevitably give people a greasy look."

Xu Qiao helped her sunglasses.

I really want to have nothing to say, asking her what she ate at noon, and asking her whether there was a traffic jam on the way here. Isn't it better than talking about such a hard-core topic? I haven't seen it for a while, and Comrade Gao's level of dealing with others seems to have dropped.

Gao Rui led her into the elevator. After closing the door, he raised his hand to press the fingerprint. After pressing it once, the warning sound of fingerprint error suddenly sounded, and the second time it was pressed, it was still a low beep.

Xu Qiao was stunned.

Gao Rui looked embarrassed: "This is a private elevator for Mr. Cheng. It takes less than half a second to use it. It usually takes less than half a second. I don't know what's going on today." He gave up for the third time, but the screen still popped up. Error prompt, and warned that triggering this prompt again will turn on the alarm, Gao Ruigan smiled and said, "It's okay, let me enter the password, hey, what is the password?"

Xu Qiao is again worried about Gao Rui's business level.

Is this after New Year's Day and left your mind last year?

"When did you and Mr. Cheng meet?" Gao Rui asked in memory.

"?" Xu Qiao blinked, "Ask why?"

"Because Xiaocheng always said that the password is the day when he and you met at the toll booth."

"..." Xu Qiao stunned, "He still remembers this? I don't remember..."

Gao Rui thought about it for a moment, and patted his head: "Oh, remember, 1014."

Xu Qiao scratched her nose, as if she really was.

The elevator began to rise towards the 62nd floor.

Gao Rui continued the topic just now: "I just said that everything can't be the same and needs innovation. In fact, Mr. Cheng has been innovating department stores since he returned to China, but the thinking of the group's senior management is old and solidified, so many The plan is not easy to advance on his own. No, Mr. Cheng Xiaocheng just discussed a merger and acquisition this morning, Mr. Cheng Dacheng came to pick things up at noon."

Xu Qiao looked at him sideways and seemed to be interested in this topic.

"You also know that the rise of e-commerce in recent years has had a great impact on the traditional department store industry, so Mr. Cheng, including Mr. Cheng, who has now retreated behind the scenes, has always put innovative ideas on the e-commerce model in the early years. We continue to sign strategic cooperation with e-commerce platforms. However, Xiaocheng always feels that this approach is an innovation that solves the symptoms but not the root cause. It can only bring operators a kind of self-comfort of "I am trying to keep up with the times". Temporarily alleviate the anxiety of the operators, but cannot solve the problem from the root."

"The method of forcibly grafting new things onto old things will make the old things lose their original and unique value. To solve the problem from the root, it is necessary to give play to the irreplaceability of the traditional department store industry and make online shopping impossible to consumers. The experience is interpreted to the extreme. If a department store is not just a shopping platform, but a multifunctional complex that makes people feel that shopping there is enjoying life, or even traveling and having fun, then why don’t consumers come and take a look? ?"

Xu Qiao listened and felt that Cheng Lang did have something in his mind. After digesting it for a while, he nodded: "So he didn't get off work early because his cousin suddenly came to find trouble?"

Gao Rui clapped his hands: "Hey, that's how it is!"

As soon as the elevator door moved away, Xu Qiao just raised his foot when he heard a discussion from the President's Office from a distance.

"It's really hard for Xiaocheng. He hurt his hand and wanted to go home early to rest, but was pulled into the conference room for a long time before getting out."

"Hey, isn't it! The boss doesn't say he can get off work after get off work!"

"I just saw him look tired after the meeting. I guess he's sleeping in the office right now. It's so pitiful."

Xu Qiao followed Gao Rui towards Cheng Lang's office, passing by the semi-open work area of ​​the president's office, and found that these people were all immersed in work, as if they hadn't made a sound just now.

She glanced at everyone: "If Xiao Cheng always takes a nap, I won't go in."

The staff member who said Cheng Lang was sleeping on his neck stiffened and gave Gao Rui a panicked look.

Gao Rui flew to his eyes and hinted that he was calm.

Xu Qiao: "..."

These people really are in collusion.

She never dared to question Gao Rui's work ability anymore.

Introduced topics from a magazine, step by step, explained Cheng Lang's "disobedience" reason step by step, and arranged for the group of people to be witnesses. Oh, I deliberately entered the wrong fingerprint in the middle, and pressed her head to force her to know the president's exclusive elevator Password...

This special assistant is simply a high-end talent as his name suggests, and he will help the boss Jiangshan Meiren.

Gao Ruihan smiled and said, "You are here, or please?"

Xu Qiao hummed, waited for the electronic door to move, and walked in, only to see that the office was empty.

Gao Rui pointed to the door in the compartment and explained: "Xiao Cheng should always be in the inner lounge. You can go in and find him." He turned around and left after he was successful.

After trying all the way, still want to lure her into the bedroom?

Xu Qiao took off his jacket, took off the outfits and props he was armed with, tidied his appearances, and faced the door of the lounge for a while silently, and then swayed to sit down on Cheng Lang’s boss chair. Turning the chair one hundred and sixty degrees, while admiring the layout of this office.

The daylighting is OK, the style is good, the high-tech intelligent manufacturing is complete, and it is quite satisfactory.

This group is also good, the twin towers are very eye-catching.

Five minutes later, the people in the lounge opened their eyes from their sleepy sleep and looked at their watches.

Ten minutes later, he glanced at the silent door again.

For fifteen minutes, he curled his eyebrows and propped up half of his body with one hand, and gently pushed the glass on the bedside table.

Three seconds after a muffled "bang", the door clicked and unscrewed.

Cheng Lang kept the sullen expression that he had just woke up, and looked at Xu Qiao, as if he was stunned: "Why are you here?"

Should I play with you and ignore it?

Xu Qiao pointed at the water cup on his bedside table with a smile: "At this distance, at this angle, Xiao Cheng would never know how it fell to the ground if it didn't seem to be pleasing to his eyes and wanted to smash it?"

Cheng Lang smiled: "Oh, I don't think it is pleasing to the eye."

Xu Qiao stepped forward and walked around the glass that fell on the carpet: "That's more, how about Xiaocheng, how about changing the elevator password to my birthday? Go now."

Cheng Lang lowered his head and smiled: "Not now."

"Oh? Is it because the password was changed a few minutes ago, and the system stipulates that the settings cannot be changed frequently in the short term?"

"That's it." Since she had guessed it, Cheng Lang did not hide it.

She knew it!

Xu Qiao hummed him: "Liar!"

"I didn't lie to you, I didn't plan to change back to the original password in the future, you just take this as the opportunity for me to remember to do this." Cheng Lang smiled and got out of bed and tidied his shirt with one hand. "Look, Knowing that you are angry, I always have to do something to coax you, right?"

"Then you have to use routines? Can you be sincere?"

"Looking at your posture, if I don't save the country first, can I have a chance to show sincerity?" Cheng Lang walked to the outside and pressed the call button on the desk, "Is the afternoon tea ready?"

"Mr. Cheng, please wait five minutes, there are still two desserts."

Cheng Lang pointed to the call button to Xu Qiao who came out, indicating that his sincerity had not been done yet.

Xu Qiao reluctantly accepted, planning to condescend to wait for her dessert, and then asked him: "Then your cousin is asking you to trouble you, is it true?"

Cheng Lang led her to the other side of the sofa, told her to sit down, and sat beside her: "This is not fake."

"Then did you win the battle with him?"

"When did I lose?" He smiled and turned his head to look at her.

He was so terribly dead.

"So what M&A case did you talk about this morning that made your cousin so angry?"

Cheng Lang put his arm on the back of the sofa behind her, as if to circle her into his own territory: "Are you caring about Lan Chen or me?"

Xu Qiao leaned up to avoid him in this semi-encircled circle: "I ask questions, you just answer, and ask me what am I doing?"

"It's about whether I can answer this question."

"?"

"If you care about Lan Chen, then this is a business secret and I can't disclose it to you. If you care about me, then this is our private matter..."

Xu Qiao made a cross on her chest: "Okay, this is a trade secret, don't say it."

Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows and lowered his arms.

Xu Qiao took the opportunity to look at his palm.

"Don't you care about me?" Cheng Lang flipped his hand over and pressed his back on his knee.

A man in love is so boring.

Bah, no, he is in love!

"Don't let me pull it down." Xu Qiaowen said in a deep voice.

"It's harder to ask for a good word from your mouth than to talk about an M&A case." Cheng Lang sighed and stretched out his hand, "Look."

Xu Qiao glanced at him, looked down at his hand, and observed the edge of the wound like Song Mian had checked him last night. Seeing that there was nothing wrong, he reluctantly muttered something nice: "Don't care. Whoever of you wants to put down work to see you, I'm full of food..."

Cheng Lang laughed, raised his hand and rubbed the top of her head, finishing what he didn't do last night.

Because the contact was very short, he didn't feel any strong discomfort. On the contrary, Xu Qiao reacted quite violently, kicking on his boots without knowing whether it was angry or embarrassed: "Why touch my hair?

"If you don't touch your hair, where should you touch it?" Cheng Lang looked at her cheek.

The face he had touched last night swelled up with heat, and Xu Qiao said annoyed: "You can't help but touch me!"

"..." After speaking, his face became hotter.

Cheng Lang smiled and looked away.

The doorbell rang in the office, and he turned around and pressed the button on the wall to open the door.

Gao Rui came in with an afternoon tea that was so expensive that it was visible to the naked eye. After placing it on the coffee table, he gave Cheng Lang a wink.

Cheng Lang responded with a wink when Xu Qiao lowered his head to pick desserts: Huh?

Gao Rui raised the tablet to show him.

Cheng Lang squinted his eyes, glanced a few far away, thought for a moment, and turned his head to ask Xu Qiao: "I have worked so hard these days, did you hear what Zhu Li said before New Year's Day?"

Xu Qiao swallowed the pudding, but there was nothing wrong with admitting: "Yes, it's just about the Zhao family's digging in the core design team of Jinlu."

"Now it seems that there may be more than this." Cheng Lang glanced at Gao Rui, "Let her know."

Xu Qiaoshun looked at what he expected: "What?"

Gao Rui turned the tablet over and showed her: "This is the new year high-end jewelry series launched by Fan Cuigang. It is publicized that it is the first work designed by Miss Zhao Baoxing. Some people in the jewelry circle commented that her style is similar to Miss Yu Li. It doesn’t taste like a god, I always think it won’t be so coincidental, but I’m not sure what the situation is. Why don’t you take a look?”

Xu Qiao was taken aback, slid the tablet and pulled the propaganda map, and laughed angrily.

Gao Rui wondered: "This is not your design, right?"

"That's not true." She said amusedly after a while, "This is the next quarter jewellery that our family customized for me last fall. It is a work completed by the entire core design team of Jin Lu. I'm not satisfied, and I gave a lot of comments to the chief designer. This should be the result of her revision based on my proposal, so..."

That's why some people say that this set of jewellery has the shadow of "Yu Li".

"Does anyone know this except you?" Gao Rui asked.

Xu Qiao shook her head: "It was originally a one-to-one design with me. Zhao Baoxing thought that I had no evidence of this, so he dared to take this batch of works as his own."

"It seems so, and..." Gao Rui operated the tablet and turned to the Weibo interface. "Ms. Zhao Baoxing opened a work Weibo account a while ago. I wonder if it was inspired by those comments in the jewelry circle. Look at this article. Under Weibo, someone asked her if she would be Yuli, but she did not come forward to clarify."

Cheng Lang pressed Xu Qiao's shoulder before she was about to explode into a ball of fireworks: "Don't worry."

"She is bullying me so much, why am I not in a hurry!" Xu Qiao bowed her chest together, looking at him aggrievedly.

Cheng Lang smiled and comforted her: "She is in the light, you are in the dark, we are sure of the chance of victory in this matter."

Xu Qiao's hair was smoothed, blinked, and looked at him with a kind of "black eating black" expectation: "Do you have any good ideas?"