Chapter 55: What Were You Two Doing Just Now?

Chapter 55: What Were You Two Just Doing?

That damn CEO!

If looks could kill, the CEO would have died ten thousand times!

Whether anyone wants me or not is none of the CEO's business!

Hmph, even though I've never been in love, I can still imagine.

I'm determined to find a partner richer than the CEO in the future! Then show off in front of the CEO.

If I could see the CEO at a disadvantage, I'd be overjoyed!

After Fu Zhichen adjusted Song Jiang's tie, the two set off for the company.

The rain cleared up, and the trees on the mountain, washed clean by the rain, gave off a faint fragrance.

Away from the city's hustle and bustle, it felt peaceful and serene. It was no wonder Old Madam Fu chose to live here.

Before driving, Song Jiang took a few deep breaths, feeling refreshed and much more energetic.

Mmm, not bad—comparable to the air back in my rural hometown.

Seeing the two about to drive away, Tian Tian quickly ran out and waved at them.

"Brother Zhichen, how am I supposed to get back if you leave?!"

"Wait for me! Don't abandon me, Brother Zhichen!"

Song Jiang secretly glanced at the CEO in the rearview mirror. Damn, who could tell me why the CEO seemed to be in a good mood today?

His thin lips were almost curled into a grin.

Wait, was the CEO's mouth stuck with tape today to keep that shape?

Used to seeing the CEO's stern, unsmiling face every day, seeing him like this today was quite eerie.

I hadn't fully rolled up the window, and I could still faintly hear Tian Tian's shouts as she chased after them.

Poor Tian Tian, chase all you want—even if you break your legs, the CEO won't stop the car.

If you ask whether the CEO saw Tian Tian,

of course he didn't. Even if he did, he would definitely ignore her.

Tian Tian wanted to ride in the CEO's car? Hmph, no way!

Good thing I stepped on the gas quickly. If Tian Tian had actually got in, the CEO would definitely have put on a sour face.

The two arrived at the company an hour later.

Song Jiang accompanied the CEO back to his office and only then had a chance to sit down.

He still had a few big meat buns in his hands.

On the way, they passed a breakfast shop, and the CEO told me to buy them.

How weird.

The CEO used to see me eating meat buns and kindly warned me that the meat was actually rat meat.

After that, I never dared to eat them again.

But why did the CEO specifically allow me to stop and buy them this time?

No way? Could it be that the CEO... dislikes me and wants me dead?

The more I thought about it, the creepier it seemed. I looked down at the big, fragrant meat buns in my hand... swallowed hard, and found them too hot to handle.

I would go downstairs later and secretly throw them in a trash can.

Going hungry was not an option. I found a pack of cookies from my drawer that still had half a month until expiration.

It's fine, it's fine. As long as they're not expired, they're edible, I comforted myself.

Meanwhile, Mei Moyu walked out of the CEO's office after reporting on work.

Mei Moyu, who looked like an elite in his suit inside the CEO's office,

deflated like a balloon the moment the door closed.

"Xiao Song, my dear Xiao Song."

"Come save me."

"Support me."

"..."

Mei Moyu staggered as if he might fall any second. I found it a bit speechless—acting like this early in the morning—and I helplessly went over to support Mei Moyu's arm.

"Slacker Bro, what's wrong?"

Usually, when Mei Moyu was like this, he either hadn't slept well or hadn't eaten breakfast.

"Didn't eat breakfast?"

"Xiao Song, you really get me." Mei Moyu patted Song Jiang gratefully.

In his half-dead state, Mei Moyu's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw something.

Mei Moyu eagerly grabbed his hand and said, "Xiao Song! You wouldn't leave me to die, would you?"

The emotional shift was a bit sudden, and I subconsciously nodded.

Friends really shouldn't leave each other to die, but what was Mei Moyu going to...

I was still confused, but the next second I understood what Mei Moyu wanted to do.

Wow, Mei Moyu rushed over, grabbed the meat buns Song Jiang had placed in the corner, and wolfed them down!

He also plopped down on Song Jiang's chair. After receiving Song Jiang's stunned look, he mumbled with his mouth full,

"Xiao Song, I'm commandeering your meat buns!"

"Next time, bro will buy you ten!"

"No..." I wanted to say something, but didn't know how to put it.

Mei Moyu wolfed down each one in two or three bites, chowing down happily; he polished off all four big meat buns in under five minutes.

Can you blame him?

If Mei Moyu gets diarrhea from eating rat meat buns, don't blame me!!!

Mei Moyu finally downed a big gulp of water, and his wolfing-down finally stopped.

Song Jiang had been standing nearby with his mouth half-open, as if he wanted to speak. Mei Moyu swallowed and asked, confused,

"Xiao Song, what's wrong with you?"

Mei Moyu squinted and guessed, "You're not reluctant to part with your meat buns, are you?"

Reluctant? Over rat meat buns? No way. Song Jiang waved his hand repeatedly, "It's nothing, nothing."

"As long as you're full, Slacker Bro, that's fine."

Only then did Mei Moyu look satisfied. He looked Song Jiang up and down and said, "Xiao Song, the suit you're wearing today actually looks pretty nice."

"I've seen this somewhere before, haven't I?"

Mei Moyu thought for a few seconds, trying to remember.

"Doesn't the CEO have the same suit?"

Mei Moyu isn't good at remembering other things, but he's got a photographic memory for the CEO's outfits.

What a legend.

Song Jiang quickly denied it, "Bro Moyu, are you kidding? How could I have the same clothes as the CEO?"

Mei Moyu thought it over and decided it made sense. "Fair enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mei Moyu wrinkled his nose and sniffed around left and right. "Xiao Song, are you wearing cologne?"

Song Jiang, the minimalist, definitely didn't have that. He shook his head without hesitation and said, "No, I didn't."

Mei Moyu was a bit surprised. "Then why do you smell so familiar?"

???

Song Jiang was confused. "Do I?"

Mei Moyu stood up directly, leaned close to Song Jiang, took a deep sniff on each side, and said with certainty,

"There definitely is, I'm not lying to you." Mei Moyu thought for a second, then clapped. "It's the exact same scent I caught in the CEO's office earlier!"

"And it's like it's coming from his pores." Mei Moyu was on a roll and kept going,

"Xiao Song, come clean. If you didn't sneak a spray of the CEO's cologne, where did this scent come from?"

"…"

Song Jiang was stunned.

He really wanted to ask, does Mei Moyu have a dog's nose?

All this nonsense Mei Moyu spews every day had Song Jiang's brain running slow.

His brain was about to short-circuit!

Song Jiang held his forehead, paused for almost half a minute, sighed, "Sigh, Slacker Bro, I guess I can't keep it from you. I also think the CEO's cologne smells great."

"But my wallet says no; there's no way I can buy the same cologne as the CEO." Song Jiang shrugged, looking helpless.

"So I scoured the mall and finally found a laundry detergent with the same fragrance!"

"No way! There's something like that?" Mei Moyu exclaimed. "Quick, quick, send me the link!"

"…"

He doesn't have a damn link.

Just as Song Jiang was thinking about how to cover up his lie, his intercom rang.

Yeah, the phone the CEO only used when he wanted to call Song Jiang in.

Fu Zhichen said just two words over the line: "Come here."

"…"

That meant he had to drop everything and go to his office right away.

Damn it! He had to be on call at all times! What if he was in the bathroom? Was he supposed to just cut it off mid-stream and yank his pants up?!

If it weren't for that five-figure salary, no one would put up with this crap!

Song Jiang thought Fu Zhichen would still be in the good mood from this morning.

However, when he pushed open the door and entered the office, the temperature inside was a world apart.

It was freezing cold.

Fu Zhichen stood with his arms crossed, lips pressed tight. He wasn't handling any work, just staring at him without a word.

What the hell—who pissed off the CEO now?

Or was the CEO just a moody person?

They stared at each other for a few seconds. Song Jiang blinked and was about to ask Fu Zhichen what he wanted him for.

Unexpectedly, Fu Zhichen spoke first, "Steward Song, what were you two up to just now?"

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Wuwuwu, after finishing typing, I saw a bud gave me a bad review. I'm not feeling good ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅

And it appears as the first review, making me even sadder. Buddies, could you help me give a rating to push it down? Please, please, I'll give you extra chapters (hands clasped together, humble, thick-skinned).

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