let me blow it for you

General manager?I woke up all of a sudden, and followed everyone's gazes. In front of the door of the box that opened at some time, standing quietly with an expressionless face, was Mr. Lu.

Everyone stared at him in a daze, and didn't realize why the general manager appeared here for a moment.

"Is there an event in the company?" He asked lightly, but his eyes didn't fall on anyone.

"No, it's Cheng Jin who got promoted, and he's treating guests." Ruan Yinliang, who had the highest position during the meeting, recovered from his nerves, and quickly answered.

"So that's how it is." Mr. Lu's face remained unchanged, and he wasn't surprised at all.

"Since Mr. Lu is here, why don't we have a drink together." The winking person quickly gave up his seat, which happened to be next to me in the main seat.

"No need, Zhang Chengjin didn't invite me." Mr. Lu's tone was calm, as if he was only narrating a fact, but the listeners were sweating coldly, thinking that the general manager must be angry.

At this point, if I don't respond, I'm dead.I stood up and moved away from my position: "It was my negligence that I didn't invite. I originally considered that Mr. Lu had a lot of things to do, and a promotion banquet for a small section chief would not be ashamed to waste the time of the general manager. If Mr. Lu I haven't eaten yet, I couldn't be more happy to show my face."

Mr. Lu glanced at me and stepped in: "You sit back in your seat. You just go on, I don't drink."

He sat down on the seat next to me.Everyone in the box looked back in surprise

For the rest of the time, although everyone was still drinking, eating, and chatting as usual, they were all a bit stiff.Except for the speech at the company's annual meeting, I had never heard of the general manager attending any employee gatherings. With him present, everyone was inevitably depressed, and they dared not speak casually.The atmosphere was momentarily awkward.Fortunately, Mr. Lu sat next to me and continued to release the air-conditioning, but no one dared to come up to persuade me to drink.

I sneaked a glance at Mr. Lu, he was sitting at the lively banquet, he didn't move his chopsticks, he didn't talk to anyone, he seemed out of tune with the surrounding atmosphere.

I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, not that kind of embarrassment or anger, but a tight feeling somewhere in my heart.

Picking up the clean chopsticks in front of him, I put a few chopsticks of asparagus and scallops into the bowl: "Try this, Mr. Lu, it's very refreshing."

Mr. Lu looked at me, lowered his eyes, and obediently ate it without saying a word.I couldn't help feeling inexplicably satisfied, and unconsciously picked up a few more chopsticks. Mr. Lu paused, but still ate them all.

After drinking and eating, the people who came to the banquet also dispersed. I drank a few glasses of wine because of my size, my head was a little dizzy, and I fell behind.Feeling that there is someone beside him, he turned his head: "Why haven't you... Ah, Mr. Lu?"

"I'll take you back." Mr. Lu said.

"No, no, I'm not drunk, just take a taxi and go back."

"I'll take you back." Mr. Lu repeated.

"It's really unnecessary..." Before I could finish my sentence, I felt my arm being pulled, and I was half-supported and half-supported into a car parked at the entrance of the hotel.

"Where do you live?" Mr. Lu put the gear on and asked while starting the car.

I had no choice but to report a string of addresses.

Well, when the leaders say the same thing.

Mr. Lu drove in silence, and my gut told me he was unhappy.I always seem to be able to sense subtle nuances in his unchanging expressions.

I don't want this kind of useless functionality though...it's not nice to know he's upset and not know why.

"Why didn't you invite me to your celebration banquet?" After a while of silence, Mr. Lu said as if he couldn't hold back.

It was his usual calm tone, but behind the indifference was an imperceptible...injury.

My heart trembled inexplicably.

"Why...why?" Although I admit that this move had a great influence on me, I couldn't figure out what he meant for a while.

He pursed his lips and said, "I thought you should be very clear."

Could it be that it is really what I think?From this point of view, my promotion is indeed Mr. Lu... This realization makes me a little depressed.

Anyway, as a man, of course I still hope that I am promoted by relying on my real talents and learning, and gaining the approval of others.

But then again, according to my friendship with Mr. Lu, it seems that it is not deep enough for him to do this, right?As the saying goes, five horses are exchanged for six sheep, and it is impossible for him to help me for no reason.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked nervously.

"What?" Mr. Lu frowned.

"It's... about my promotion." What does he mean with a puzzled look?It should be me who is hard to admit.

"What promotion..." He frowned even more tightly.

"I'm very grateful to Mr. Lu for this matter, but..." I didn't want to continue practicing Tai Chi with him, so I simply stated, "I don't hope so."

He finally understood, surprise flashed in his eyes: "You don't think it's my reason for your promotion, do you?"

"Isn't it?"

"Of course not," he said in a low voice, "I did make it happen, but it was because of your ability. The process was also strictly investigated and approved by the HR department...you just got what you deserved long ago."

It was the first time I heard Mr. Lu say such a long speech since I knew him, and I couldn't help being stunned for a while.It is undeniable that upon hearing his disguised approval, I was also a little happy when I put down a stone.

Since it's not because of this, why does he think I should invite him?

Looking at Mr. Lu, who still had a bad face, I suddenly realized that I was in another tricky situation.

In a flash of inspiration, my brain, which has always been slow, rarely gave me a good explanation.After those two days of getting along, Mr. Lu probably already regarded me as a friend!He felt that friends should share with each other.Judging by his cold appearance, he probably doesn't have many friends. After all, not everyone has a good temper like mine.

Although it feels a bit awkward, I still attribute this phenomenon to my negligence of not noticing the sensitive mind of Mr. Lu who has few friends... "There are too many people, I forgot it in a hurry, I promise there will be no next time, I will call you for anything in the future!" I have a sense of pride in helping autistic children get out of isolation, so I speak with pride.

I guess it was my illusion again. Mr. Lu's ears turned red suspiciously, and his speech was a little vague, "You...you know it. I should participate in all your affairs."

Mr. Lu's car was parked firmly downstairs in my house. I unfastened my seat belt and turned my head and said, "Thank you Mr. Lu for taking me there."

"Yeah." He replied, his eyes fixed on me.

I was a little scared by him, and I touched the handlebar hesitantly: "Then... If there is nothing else... I will go up first?"

The eyes on the other side seemed to dim. Mr. Lu opened the car door on his side, and walked around in a blink of an eye: "I'll take you up."

"I really don't need to bother with this..." I was so embarrassed, I'm not a young girl, so I need to send it upstairs?

Feeling the vague sense of loss in the air, I suddenly thought of something, and looked up at Mr. Lu who was half a head taller than me: "Why don't you, Mr. Lu, come up and have a seat?"

The dark eyes with no emotion in front of him lit up almost instantly, but the expected reply was delayed for a long time before it came with a bit of reluctance: "Okay."

Really, I obviously want to go, but I just put on the air of "since you must, then I will give you face".

"The house is not big, and I haven't cleaned it up very much. It may be a bit messy." I used the key paddle to find the lock hole, and said a little embarrassed.

As soon as the words fell, the door opened. I went to the entrance and bent down to find a pair of slippers for him, joking: "It's definitely not as good as your mansion, just don't dislike it..."

Mr. Lu put on his slippers and glanced around seventy square meters at most, but whether it was the unfinished half glass of juice on the table, the iPad on the sofa that was almost scratched between the cracks, the messy knick-knacks on the glass shelf, the hallway The warm yellow wall lamps and even the moon-shaped clock on the wall reveal a peaceful and warm living atmosphere everywhere, and the eyes become softer: "No."

Just like that person made him feel.

"Sit casually. Do you want tea? Coffee? Juice?" I quickly cleaned the sofa, turned around and walked to the bar.

"Tea." The person who was still standing in the room didn't know what to look at replied.

After soaking the Longjing tea that I bought and hadn’t touched much, I poured myself a glass of juice and brought them back to the living room.

Mr. Lu had already sat down on the sofa, and I sat next to him and turned on the TV.

After a while, I was fascinated by a recently popular variety show. I was still laughing when I saw the humor, and suddenly I bumped into something next to me. Then I remembered that there was still someone there, and I laughed halfway and forced it back.

I coughed and tried to hide my embarrassment: "Well... Mr. Lu, are you hungry? Shall I make some supper?"

The people next to me didn't say a word, and I don't know if Mr. Lu followed me to watch a stupid variety show... After asking, I only saw his expressionless face.I remember that Mr. Lu didn't seem to eat anything at the banquet at night. I don't know if he had eaten before.So I acquiesced that he wanted to eat, and slapped on my slippers to the kitchen.

I casually cooked a small pot of wontons with shrimp and fresh meat, added chopped green onion and sesame oil, and invited Mr. Lu to the restaurant to eat.He came over without any objection.

Although I wasn't too hungry, I was enticed by the aroma and heat to eat half a bowl together.Seeing Mr. Lu on the other side eating wontons silently with his head down, he couldn't help but feel satisfied.

My heart felt numb, as if soaked in hot water.

Mr. Lu was really hungry, a small pot of wontons was finished in a short time, and there was not one left.I put away the pots and bowls and prepared to wash them, and let Mr. Lu go to the living room to play, bah, watch TV.

When I came out after washing the dishes, I found Mr. Lu leaning back on the sofa with his eyes closed, apparently asleep.I also don't know how he could fall asleep with the sound of the TV and me washing the dishes.

After I called a few times and he didn't respond, I gave up.Speaking of it, I seem to have failed to wake him up on the plane... probably because I couldn't bear to see how tired he was.

The guest room has been unoccupied, and now I don't bother to prepare the bedding again. I put Mr. Lu's arms around his neck and moved to the bed in the bedroom with some difficulty.

This person looked thin, and he was solid enough for anyone to imagine. I was so tired that I was out of breath.He must be in good shape.

When I was about to help him take off his coat and cover him with a blanket, I was taken aback, wait, why didn't I just let him move a little and just sleep on the sofa?

The few glasses of wine that I drank at night made people feel stupid.

After a day of tossing around, after taking a shower, I fell into the empty seat next to me in a dazed state. Before I lost consciousness, something flashed through my mind...but I didn't catch it.

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