Depressed wife runs with the ball

"You were having dinner together in a private room last night, and you called me and asked... Ji Yan to save you." Zhou Xingzhi looked up and looked into her eyes, explaining what she had done last night.

Chu Yue breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had really let a wolf into the house. "Sorry, I was a little confused at that time."

It's quite embarrassing to be caught by a client when this happens.

"So what happened?"

"fine."

She didn't want to tell anyone, let alone accept their sympathetic gazes. Her eyes drifted vaguely to the chest of drawers under the cork board, which contained paroxetine, which might ease her current anxiety.

"You stabbed him, but he didn't mention calling the police. That means he was in the wrong. Are you going to call the police? Was it him who gave you the sleeping pills?"

Mentioning what happened that day, Chu Yue was still shaking with anger. His hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his thumbs constantly rubbing against his index fingers. He pursed his lips and thought for a long time before saying, "Thank you, Mr. Zhou, for showing up in time that day. I will handle the follow-up myself. You don't have to worry about it. If there is nothing else, please go back."

She pretended to be calm and saw the guest off.

Seeing that she was unwilling to bring it up, Zhou Xingzhi didn't force it either. He stood up and walked to the door. Chu Yue had also packed up the garbage and was about to go downstairs to throw it away. He took the garbage from her hand, and as if remembering something, he said, "Lock the door at night and be careful."

The door lock clicked, Chu Yue took a deep breath, and when she heard the voice of Crayon Shin-chan on TV, she felt a little relieved.

After that, the firm was busy preparing for Xinghui's bidding project, and Chu Yue also had her own projects to deal with. What happened that day was gradually forgotten until Huang Yunfu called.

The paper refusing visitors was torn off after Zhou Xingzhi left the office. She stared at the caller ID on her phone for a long time without answering the call, and the phone finally went dark.

Then came Chu Jie'an's call, which she muted immediately. Still worried, she simply blocked both of them, and the world finally quieted down.

Old Ji pushed the door open and walked in. He looked around and finally found Chu Yue hiding behind the computer screen drawing. He pushed aside the Lego figure blocking his way, lay on the table, and complained pitifully: "Yueyue, there will be a bidding tomorrow, why don't you go to Xinghui?"

"The bidding has nothing to do with me."

"You're not asked to bid, you're just there to keep up appearances and go through the process with your colleagues."

"Why should I support the occasion? That's Sister Jianing's job."

"Weren't you absent on the day President Zhou visited? Just make up for it on the day of the bidding?"

Chu Yue was confused. Was she being asked to meet Zhou Xingzhi? Was he also present during the bidding? And since she had to make up for her own leave, why would she ask for leave? Despite a barrage of questions, she still refused. Pointing to the door, she politely said, "Get lost."

Ji Yan still wanted to speak, but Chu Yue frowned, and anger gradually appeared in his eyes, so he had to leave.

Staring at the screen, I thought of my younger brother, studying far away at Chongyang University. If he knew his parents were like this, what would he think? Would he indulge them? Get used to them? Or would he just stand by and watch? Or even add fuel to the fire?

In her memory, this younger brother wasn't like her parents. He would occasionally bring her some warmth, but he seldom came home, and their contact became less frequent. Guo Tongchu sent her a WeChat message.

[Junior sister, senior brother has to fly to Japan for a while, so the dinner will be rescheduled.]

[good. ]

She replied with one word, then found a cute emoticon and sent it over. She had both admiration and habit for Guo Tongchu. Over the years, she had grown accustomed to him being her secret crush, rejecting all other men's advances.

The bidding was over and the project was ready for contract signing. Ji Yan and Uncle Jia were very happy and took their colleagues from the firm to a restaurant for dinner. Chu Yue was also dragged along and said, "If you keep staying in the office, you'll get sick sooner or later."

Because there were so many people, they had to share a table in the lobby. Chu Yue found a relatively inconspicuous spot to sit down and eat quietly. When the meal was almost over, Uncle Jia stood up, raised his glass, and said to everyone, "Our Xiaoyue is really amazing! All the design plans we made in the past were approved by the client, with letters of thanks and banners. Other companies don't have these. It brings honor to our firm! Come on, Xiaoyue, Uncle Jia toasts you!"

Those so-called thank-you letters weren't necessarily genuine thanks for the design. Chu Yue raised his glass at the end of the table, returning the favor and taking a sip. Xin Jiahui, passing by and seeing the bustle, couldn't help but take a few more glances. She asked Su Weikai next to her, "Looks like they're having a company team-building over there. It's quite lively, with all the young people."

Su Weikai glanced over and saw that it was a small company team building and they didn’t even have a private room, so he looked down on it.

Chu Yue drummed her right index finger on the table, feeling a little uneasy as she recalled the phone call between Huang Yunfu and Chu Jie'an. Ji Yan, holding a wine glass, pushed a girl away from Chu Yue, sat down next to her, and said, "Yueyue, tell me, you don't like dating, and you don't like crowds. It's not good to be so bored all the time. Tell me what kind of person you like, and I'll introduce you to someone!"

"You've drunk too much." Chu Yue looked at the wine in his glass. There wasn't much left. When did he drink so little?

"Yeah, Yueyue, I've never heard you mention what kind of boys you like. Tell us about it." The female colleague next to her also joined in the fun.

"I don't like people." She took the wine glass and took a sip.

"Do you like cats or dogs?" a colleague asked.

"I like quietness." Chu Yue really felt that this kind of lively occasion was not suitable for him.

Zhou Xingzhi, who came in from the door, heard these words. He looked up at the people in the hall. A group of people were bustling about, but only half of her face was hidden in the darkness, and her emotions could not be seen clearly.

As the group dispersed, Ji Yan put her arm around Chu Yue's shoulders and waited for the car to arrive. It seemed like she had sent Guo Tongchu back to school in the same way when she was a graduate student. But back then, Guo Tongchu had been heartbroken.

A black Magotan stopped in front of the two of them, and the window was slowly rolled down, revealing Zhou Xingzhi's dignified and reserved face. When he saw Ji Yan hugging Chu Yue, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"Get in the car." The tone was firm and unyielding.

Ji Yan saw who was coming, leaned over to the passenger seat window, and said drunkenly: "Hey, isn't this Mr. Zhou? Mr. Zhou, our firm won the bid!" As he spoke, he raised his hand above his head and hit the roof of the car.

Chu Yue quickly pulled him over and apologized: "Sorry, Mr. Zhou, he drank too much, so we called a taxi."

"Get in the car," he repeated, a hint of anger in his voice. Ji Yan fumbled to open the car door, got in, and then said to Chu Yue, "Yueyue, get in the car. Senior Brother will take you home."

Zhou Xingzhi's expression turned even uglier. Chu Yue opened the car door and tried to pull Ji Yan out of the passenger seat, but due to his weight, she was powerless. An unpleasant voice came from behind: "Hey, isn't this the girl who was sent to the hospital from the private room that day?"

It was Su Weikai, whom she didn’t know.

"Xingzhi, you haven't been a hero once, and you want to be a hero for the second time? I don't think people take you seriously at all." Su Weikai teased Zhou Xingzhi, who was a driver.

Ji Yan is already annoying enough, and now comes Zhou Xingzhi, and then there's this quacking duck that appears out of nowhere. Damn these interpersonal relationships.

"Send Jiahui back, I have something to do here." Zhou Xingzhi ignored his teasing.

"Little girl, what's your name? Do you want me to help you?" Su Weikai stretched out his hand to Chu Yue, intending to make friends with her.

Chu Yue sighed, ignoring the hands, helped Ji Yan fasten his seat belt, closed the car door, walked to the back of the car, opened the door, sat in the back seat, and said to Zhou Xingzhi, "Excuse me, Mr. Zhou."

He lowered his head, took out his cell phone, canceled the taxi order, and reported Ji Yan's home address.

Su Weikai was thrown at the door, looking confused. Was this a rejection? Xin Jiahui came out of the bathroom and saw him standing at the door. She asked, "Where's Brother Xingzhi?"

"You're leaving first. I'll take you there." He said resentfully as he looked at the direction where Zhou Xingzhi's car was going away.

Zhou Xingzhi was a little annoyed, not sure if it was because Ji Yan had fallen asleep in the passenger seat, or because she had given him his address. "Are you familiar with Mr. Ji?"