Depressed wife runs with the ball

Today, Zhou Xingzhi was going to discuss the work plan and brand deployment for the next six months with the boss of the brand department downstairs. As he passed by the conference room, he saw through the floor-to-ceiling glass a person talking to a PPT in the middle of the conference room. The person was wearing a green French shirt, a white skirt, a three-dimensional gray camellia on the side of her left leg, with green tassels standing at the bottom, and a low ponytail. There was only seriousness and concentration in her eyes when she was working, and a bit of indifference.

Seeing him suddenly stop, Mr. Su from the brand department quickly reported to him, "This is the brand image design outsourcing team. They should be here today to report on the preliminary research and initial conception of the project."

Zhou Xingzhi nodded, retracted his gaze, and responded lightly: "Yeah." Then he walked into the office with his slender legs and finalized the work plan with General Manager Su. When he came out of the office, the design report meeting had not yet ended, but the person reporting in front of the screen was already sitting at the conference table, listening to questions from all sides, or nodding, or writing something in his notebook, with his left elbow supporting the table, his palm supporting his chin, and answering questions casually.

He stood at the door of the conference room, observing, hesitating whether he should suddenly join in. Seeing him like this, President Su bent over and put his arm across his body, wanting to help him push the conference room open. He stopped him, staring at him with cold eyes. President Su's hands trembled, and he had to give up.

She didn't know what the person opposite her said. She looked up at the person, a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and then nodded without saying anything.

Director Wang of the Design Department looked at his watch and saw that it was almost time. He summarized a few words and then said to Lao Jia and his team, "Okay, let's do this for today. You will revise it according to the suggestions we put forward today, and prepare a meeting minutes and send it to my email today."

Zhou Xingzhi pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing him, everyone at Xinghui stood up straight, nodded, and called out in unison, "Mr. Zhou." Chu Yue, who was organizing her computer, was also pulled to her feet by Zhang Jianing. The chair behind her creaked on the floor, and she nodded awkwardly along with the others. He gestured for everyone to sit down, glanced at them, picked up the documents on the table, and began to carefully read them.

"When is this project scheduled to be completed?" The tone of his voice didn't change much, as if he was really just concerned about the progress of the work.

"The plan is to complete it by the 20th of next month." Zhang Jianing looked at the person sitting in the main seat in the conference room and answered eagerly.

No one answered, and the conference room was eerily quiet. Only Chu Yue was silently packing up his laptop, preparing to leave when the meeting was over.

"Um, station design?"

Hearing this, Chu Yue's hands, which were packed, suddenly froze. On-site design? It would take more than an hour to get from her place to Xinghui Building by subway.

"Of course, if Party A needs us, we can send someone over at any time." Zhang Jianing agreed eagerly, his face almost breaking with smile.

Chu Yue fiddled with his mind, of course you can send someone over at any time, I don’t want to go to work more than an hour early every day.

"Well, let's adjourn the meeting." Zhou Xingzhi remained calm and walked out of the meeting room slowly with Mr. Su from the brand department.

As the three drove back to the company, Huang Jianing and Uncle Jia excitedly gossiped about Zhou Xingzhi who had suddenly appeared, while Chu Yue sat in the car sorting out the minutes of the meeting.

"Look at him, not only is he worth billions, but he's also tall and handsome. I wish I hadn't gotten married." She sat in the passenger seat and turned her head to glance at Chu Yue seemingly unintentionally.

Uncle Jia had been observing the changes in Mr. Zhou's eyes during the meeting. After all, he worked in marketing, and he suddenly attended such a small meeting. He must have cared about the people in the project rather than the project. If he really liked the girl sitting in the back, the firm would have no worries about its future business.

"Jianing, I think Xiaoyue is more suitable for this project. It's not a good idea to let Xiaosu take over in the middle." He gripped the steering wheel lightly and looked at the person typing on the computer through the rearview mirror.

"I can arrange this kind of thing myself. Old Jia, please don't put your hands on me." Zhang Jianing was a little unhappy. She was competing with these people in the office openly and secretly. She always felt that these two people were just relying on some connections. The one behind them was at most beautiful, and in terms of real strength, she might not be able to compare with herself.

"I'm considering the project, not meddling in other people's business. Xiaoyue, don't you agree?" Uncle Jia was a little unhappy when he heard her say this, and pulled Chu Yue to join the conversation.

"What?" Chu Yue was busy completing the meeting minutes that Party A had just mentioned and didn't pay attention to what they said.

"They said they wanted you to work on this project, and that Mr. Zhou is tall and handsome. You can get to know him later. Who knows, maybe he will be interested in you!" Zhang Jianing replied to her sarcastically.

"Xiaoyue doesn't have the same thoughts as you. She has someone she loves." Uncle Jia defended her.

"I have sent the meeting minutes to your email, Sister Jianing. Let's let someone else do this project. Didn't you say that you want on-site design? If I go there, I will just waste my time on the road." Chu Yue didn't bother with her and told Uncle Jia tactfully.

Li Xiaosu's vacation had not yet ended, and he was getting married. Zhang Jianing was reluctant to urge him to come back. The two designers left were recent graduates, and she couldn't find anyone else. She could only let Chu Yue follow the project first. She didn't ask her to be stationed there, but only asked her to help revise the drawings of the two recent graduates. There were some text materials at the end, and she felt that the two graduates didn't do a good job, so she simply let Chu Yue go to Xinghui to be stationed there.

On Thursday night, after working late, she was packing up when she realized it was already 11 a.m. The last subway train was about to stop, so she quickly pressed the elevator downstairs. While waiting, she received a WeChat message from Guo Tongchu. She clutched her laptop bag in one hand and replied with the other. The elevator dinged, and she stepped into the back of the elevator, placing her laptop bag on the handrail.

"Is all the work done?" Suddenly, a magnetic male voice echoed, like a spring, lingering in the two square meters of space. She looked up in surprise. Standing before her was a man about 1.8 meters tall, wearing navy blue trousers and a plain white shirt. The shirt, likely custom-made, accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His sleeves were casually rolled up, revealing the firm, muscular lines of his arms. Chu Yue, standing behind him, couldn't see his face clearly, nor did she know who he was. She didn't respond, fearing he was on the phone.

"Have you finished the brand image design work for the teahouse?" He asked again, his tone a little tougher than before, as if he was a little dissatisfied with her lack of response.

"Yeah." Seeing that he was not wearing earphones, Chu Yue replied lightly.

"Where do you live? I'll take you home." He raised his head slightly and stared at the elevator going down.

Chu Yue just remembered that she hadn't pressed the floor button yet. She slung the handle of her computer bag over her wrist, reached over his body, pressed the first floor button, and said embarrassedly, "Thank you, I'll take the subway."

Zhou Xingzhi frowned, watched her outstretched hand quietly withdraw, and added: "The subway has stopped running. It's not safe for a girl to take a taxi in the middle of the night."

Chu Yue raised her left wrist and checked her watch. Indeed, even if she caught the subway here, she wouldn't be able to catch the connecting line at this time, so she still had to take a taxi. She hesitated for a long time before saying, "Strangers, wouldn't that be even more unsafe?" She pursed her lips, fearing that this person would turn around and do something to her in the elevator.

He turned to look at the person huddled in the corner of the elevator, staring at her straightly. After a long pause, he introduced himself: "Zhou Xingzhi."

Chu Yue subconsciously tilted her head back, hitting the elevator wall, and forced a puzzled smile: "Haha, Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Xingzhi turned around, pressed the downstairs button twice, and canceled. He asked again, "Where do you live?"

She actually didn't like communicating with Party A. It should be said that she didn't like communicating with people, and she didn't like having too much contact with Party A privately. She refused again and said, "I'll just take a taxi."

"There's a driver." Zhou Xingzhi thought she minded that there were only two of them in the car, so he added.

"Isn't that even more dangerous?" She muttered softly. Then her cell phone rang. It was Shen Yaolin. She frowned but still answered the call.

A clear female voice came from the elevator: Ding, we've arrived at the basement level! She glanced at the buttons, sighed softly, and said to the phone, "Hello?"