[Transmigration Book] His white moonlight became an assist

On the first day of resumption of work, no one could say that they were very excited.After finishing the meeting half-deadly, I went back to my work station to do my own work.

In the silence, someone suddenly cleared his throat. Everyone looked for the sound and found that it was the director who was smiling so hard that his teeth could not see his eyes.

The director waved to everyone: "Let me introduce to you, this is our new intern, named Xiaojing."

The young man standing half a step behind the director stepped forward and bowed politely: "Hi, seniors, my name is Zhang Jing."

The new intern looks gentle, with a pair of square-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, which looks a bit academic.

The female colleagues were full of welcome to this good-looking young man. After the director left, they greeted him with a smile and gave him some snacks.

Zhang Jing thanked him one by one, took his things and walked to the desk arranged for him.

Cheng Yourang was not far away from him, and waved to him without any surprise.

They actually met each other two days ago.

It was he who asked him out suddenly, and he happened to want to avoid Qi Chi at that time, so he agreed.

Then he knew from that meeting that he had spent such a long period of time after the graduate school. In order not to waste it, he decided to find a company for an internship.And he was looking for the company he was in now, and there was a high probability that he would meet in an office with him.

Zhang Jing smiled back, the two of them had no redundant communication all morning.

When it was time for lunch, a colleague offered to take Zhang Jing to the cafeteria for dinner.

He was about to follow them out when he suddenly turned his head and looked at Cheng Yourang: "Yourang, aren't you going to eat?"

"He is a big celebrity in front of Mr. Xiao Qiao, and he will enjoy happiness with him!"

"Hey, did you and our Xiaoyou know each other?"

Someone answered and someone asked.

"We are friends and classmates."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Jing looked at Cheng Yourang hesitantly, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief when he found that he didn't respond.

Facing their watching eyes, Cheng Yourang had no desire to share: "Go first, I'll wait for him."

Except for Zhang Jing, everyone knew who he was referring to, and they had eaten together for several months, so there was nothing surprising about it, and Zhang Jing was about to take him away.

After waiting for a while, Qiao Shumu finally came over. He couldn't open his eyes. When he saw him, he leaned on his shoulder: "I'm so sleepy, I haven't woken up so early for a long time."

Cheng Yourang disliked his boneless appearance, and directly pushed people away from him: "Aren't we all working for your family after getting up so early? Don't be inked, let's go."

"Let's go out to eat, I asked, it's open now!"

"Didn't your brother let you have fun with the people?"

"No way!" Qiao Shumu stretched out his finger and poked his face, "Your injury is still not healed, and you have to pay attention to your diet."

Cheng Yourang always felt that this person was extremely unreliable, but he didn't expect that he ignored so many careful things about him, and was a little touched for a moment: "How do you know that my injury is not healed yet?"

"Qi Chi said," Qiao Shumu snickered, "I'll ask him to reimburse me for the food. Don't feel bad and don't save him. Let's eat more and eat well."

Cheng Yourang: "..."

After finishing the meal in a leisurely manner, Cheng Yourang wiped his mouth with a tissue and asked casually, "Do you keep in touch often?"

Qiao Shumu is a smart person. As soon as he opened his mouth, he smelled a sour smell, and looked at him with a half-smile: "How can it be! It's not that he came to ask me because he was afraid that you would not eat well."

Cheng Yourang let out a "hmm" without commenting.

"We are still friends, and we still have some business contacts at home." Qiao Shumu tapped his phone indifferently, "You will be jealous if you talk to him more?"

Cheng Yourang: "No, you can do whatever you want."

"Don't pretend to be generous to me, I just blocked him, okay?"

Qiao Shumu raised his phone and showed him the screen.

"I don't doubt what you mean, don't do this."

"If you don't laugh, I will really believe it." Qiao Shumu said with disgust, and then said, "I have a boyfriend, when will I have a chance to introduce you."

Cheng Yourang remembered the soldier with good physical strength he mentioned earlier, and asked curiously, "That blue-eyed mixed-race soldier?"

"hold head high."

After answering, Qiao Shumu suddenly frowned: "He told you all?"

"No, I asked, and he didn't say anything."

"It's okay, it doesn't matter if you say it." Qiao Shumu narrowed his eyes and looked at him with a smile, "He's the bearded bastard who raped me."

Cheng Yourang didn't expect such a bizarre and tortuous story, so he was taken aback: "You really like him?"

"It's okay, his rank is too high, and I can't beat him."

It was rare for him to have such a high opinion of a person, and Cheng Yourang felt that that bastard was not a kind person.Being with Qiao Shumu should be the same thing.

After chatting nonsense for a while, Qiao Shumu turned the topic to him again: "You still live with grandma, and he guards the empty room alone?"

I don't know why Cheng Yourang felt that he couldn't find the time to tell Qiao Shumu that they had broken up.Originally, he asked this question, and he could tell him directly, but he hesitated for a while and didn't answer.

And Qiao Shumu didn't hear him speak after waiting for two seconds, so he went on talking directly, and didn't give much chance: "You smell like him all over you, so you didn't miss his house, did you?"

Cheng Yourang sniffed: "Is there?"

"He likes to use aromatherapy with this smell, and he keeps it at home."

In a daze, Cheng Yourang remembered the bottle of aromatherapy he put in the living room: "He gave me an aromatherapy, and I put it at home. Maybe it's a smell?"

Qiao Shumu was amazed: "It's really what he did."

Although it is generally difficult to keep up with this person's thinking, Cheng Yourang felt as if he suddenly understood what he meant.

He gave him the aromatherapy that he often used, and he kept it at home. Although he didn't notice it usually, it was actually stained with it long ago, and it was a smell that he also had.

Then every time he holds him in his arms, does he feel that he is his property when he smells it?

They walked all the way back to the company. Qiao Shumu's office floor was higher than his, and the two separated on the elevator.

Cheng Yourang was thinking about something, walking towards the office as usual, when someone stopped him suddenly.

Zhang Jing was about the same age as him, and seemed a little dull probably because of his temperament.In terms of appearance alone, if he doesn't continue his studies, it should be quite suitable to be a middle school head teacher.

"The little Qiao they talk about is always Qiao Shumu?"

Cheng Yourang didn't have a good impression of him, but now that he was in an office, he didn't want to make the relationship stalemate, so today, whether it was greetings or when he said that the two were friends, he didn't lose face.

At this time, he didn't understand why he stopped himself at the door to ask about Qiao Shumu, and felt upset: "Yes, if you want to know, you can ask other colleagues."

"After that bar, did you still hang out with him?"

Cheng Yourang frowned, only to remember that on the first day he just entered the world in this book, the first thing he did was to agree to Qiao Shumu's date.

It seems that Zhang Jing was also there at the time?

Now that he saw that he and Qiao Shumu had a good relationship and had dinner together, he was obviously about to misunderstand.

But no matter how he misunderstood Cheng Yourang, he didn't bother to explain to him.And inexplicably, he felt that Zhang Jing was not the kind of person who would gossip behind people's backs: "We are just friends, and I don't think there is anything wrong with our relationship. If there is nothing wrong, get out of the way, and don't block the door." .”

He was about to pass by, but when he passed by, he was suddenly grabbed by the hand.

Zhang Jing stared at him with deep eyes, lowered his voice and said, "Dating a company executive, or someone like him, what do you think?"

This bastard Qiao Shumu is really lucky, he can be called an executive.

But Cheng Xiaorang didn't have the time to care about his life right now, so he shook his hand away, his eyes were cold, full of distance: "You don't care about my affairs."