Seduce a shy loyal dog

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Jian Ran volunteered to help Song Yirong raise a cat. Lulu ate and drank well at her house every day, and the cat gained weight.

However, Zhou Lang lost a lot of weight for no reason, and his side face became more angular. Every day, Jian Ran hugged the cat and asked him for the secret of losing weight, "Zhou Lang, how did you lose weight, teach me quickly."

Zhou Lang frowned slightly, and didn't answer, but said, "Jian Ran, why doesn't Song Yirong let me help him raise a cat?"

Jian Ran "uh" for a moment, touched her pouty face, "Maybe I'm cuter?"

I stalked and cried bitterly and begged Song Yirong to let her take the cat for two days.

How could it be possible to tell others?She doesn't want to lose face.

With an idea, Jian Ran looked down at her phone, raised her head and said, "My mother told me to go home for dinner, so I'm leaving first."

Watch me slap my ass and run away.

Hey, lulu, let's go, my sister will give you something delicious when I get home.

Jian Ran turned around sharply, Zhou Lang could only see a section of the cat's fluffy yellow tail, the cat's tail swayed comfortably, and curled up on Jian Ran's arm with a hook.

The cat didn't even look at him cruelly.

The sky was overcast and the sun was dim. Zhou Lang pressed his forehead and returned home. The message he sent to Song Yirong has not been answered.

In the message box is still the conversation from the previous day, only the lonely sentence "I'm here."

He racked his brains and thought of another sentence to send.

Zhou Lang: Song Yirong, do you want to see the cat?

The phone was silent from morning to night. Zhou Lang read the message box countless times, and the screen of the phone was about to be punctured by him.

Did Song Yirong not want to talk to him anymore?

The colleague patted him on the shoulder, "Zhou Lang? Are you okay, why is your forehead sweating?"

Zhou Lang came back to his senses and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, "It's a bit hot."

"Let's work harder and mix the cement first," said the colleague. "The leader will invite us to eat watermelon later."

Zhou Lang nodded and agreed, although he didn't care what the leader invited him to eat.

The leader, wearing a suit and leather shoes, with a puffy belly, patrolled the sweaty decoration room. After walking around twice, the back of his white shirt was already half wet.

Zhou Lang continued to be busy after eating, and he didn't even think about trying the watermelon given by the leader. After all, it was only a few yuan, and there were so many people, how could he eat all of them, so it's better not to join in the fun.

The leader walked up to him and looked at him for a while with his hands behind his back. Zhou Lang was so focused on brushing the pulp that he didn't even glance at him.

The leader stood for a while, unwilling to be lonely, and took the initiative to talk, "Hey, you."

Zhou Lang put down his tools, glanced at the leader, and asked, "Me?"

"That's right," the leader asked leisurely, "Seeing that you are quite young, why do you want to come to work with us?"

Zhou Lang was still reticent in front of outsiders, saying, "You have to support your family."

"Last time a client named Jason came to our place," the leader suddenly changed the subject, "Did you help with the translation?"

Zhou Lang said: "Only a few broken English."

The leader seemed to appreciate him quite a bit, and said with a smile, "You're quite humble."

Zhou Lang tugged at the corner of his mouth.

After a few simple sentences, the leader walked away with a sway.

He looked here and there, and the staff with doglegs saw it with sharp eyes and followed him behind with a fan to fan the wind.

The leader said that everyone must be invited to dinner in the evening, but Zhou Lang couldn't refuse among the crowd, so he had to go along.

During the meal, the leader sat in the main seat, glanced around and said, "I took a look at the progress of your project today, and it's not bad." He changed the subject, "But, you all do your own thing, I can't see There is a sense of unity, does the person in charge have it?"

The older one here said: "Leader, we don't have any management here, isn't it just a hair job, we follow the instructions, it's all physical work, and it costs a lot of money, so we can't do those brainy ones." .”

The leader frowned and became serious, "Do you think this kind of mentality can make things happen? The embankment of a thousand miles collapsed in an ant's nest, and the most basic work can't be done well."

"I see, if this continues, it will only make a mess!"

After finishing speaking, the leader stretched out his finger, pointed at Zhou Lang, and asked, "What's your name?"

"Zhou Lang." Zhou Lang said in a deep voice.

"Yeah." The leader continued, "It seems that I didn't recognize the wrong person."

There was a sigh of relief on the table, and the leader said slowly: "I have discussed with your Manager Wang, and let Zhou Lang be the deputy manager for the time being."

Someone shouted in dissatisfaction: "Why is he, it's unfair to lead you?"

The leader was not annoyed, and smiled, "Don't be angry, this appointment is only temporary. If he doesn't do well, I won't make him a regular."

"Among you, if anyone is more capable than him, you can recommend yourself. I will uphold the concept of fairness and justice and select the best."

The voice of talking and talking gradually became weaker, and the colleague who was familiar with Zhou Lang poked him with an elbow, "Zhou Lang, you are so angry, you are awesome."

Zhou Lang frowned slightly, but he didn't think it was a big happy event. He raised his eyes to meet the leader's gaze, and said, "I will do well."

"How about this, Zhou Lang, you make a plan for me tomorrow, and I will list out what you guys do, how many days and how much work you have to do."

The lights in the box were a bit bright, Zhou Lang took a while to write down the information, and replied: "Okay."

The leader smiled, "Young man, opportunities are often brought by you yourself, keep working hard."

The leader really came here to take a look this time. Although Manager Wang didn't say it clearly before, it can be seen that he has too much work, which makes him a little bit powerless.

Manager Wang is good at writing and writing work. Since this is the case, he will be appointed as a deputy manager. After thousands of choices, the leader caught Zhou Lang at a glance.

Manager Wang is not bad, he thinks highly of Zhou Lang, and he praises him both openly and secretly, "He is practical and lively. Last time, a foreigner came to look at the decoration temporarily. He was the one who helped communicate and made a big deal. business."

"Oh, you mean that Jason." The leader remembered.

"That's right," Manager Wang said, "Zhou Lang, he is indeed a rare talent."

"Okay, then I'll meet him tomorrow."

So there is today's scene.

When I saw him today, he looked pretty good, steady and down-to-earth, not like a frizzy young man.

Finally, when the dinner was over, it began to drizzle outside again. Zhou Lang walked to the bus stop without an umbrella, his hair was soaked, he didn't feel anything, and silently waited for the bus under the stop sign.

Still clutching the phone in his hand, it was silent and there was no news.

He waited until the bus came, he dropped his card and got on the bus. The bus was crowded and he couldn't find a spare seat, so Zhou Lang stood in the corner holding on to the pole.

A window of the car was not closed tightly, and fine raindrops floated in along the cracks of the window, shining in bits and pieces in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Zhou Lang's heart sank.

Song Yirong, if you don't come again, I will go find you.