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Even though what Boss Wang said was the truth, exposing me in front of so many people was still too much of a disgrace.

He replied to me at a leisurely pace, "Little girl, let me tell you a piece of philosophy as well. People dare to face what they have done. " When he looked at me, most of them were dismissive. "You can't just enjoy the benefits of this matter for nothing, and yet you dare not face the public opinion it creates. Say, am I right?"

The sarcasm in his words grew stronger, with scornful contempt.

I clenched my fist in anger, just as I was about to attack back, Zhao Kun, as the company's leader, stood up and spoke out once again.

"You two stop bickering, we're partners in the same company from now on, it's not good for us to lose decorum with each other if this goes on."

Actually, after observing the actions of the so called Boss Wang, I had already given up on working with him. Even if I didn't have the investment, it would still be better than having a dog's eyes and dog's ears barking every day.

Before I say anything, Boss Wang opened his mouth first.

"To tell you the truth, to be able to choose your company and work with people like yours, I have to give Mu Huainan face. If not for him, who would waste their time listening to your blind competition?"

This so called Boss Wang, dressed in black clothes, black pants, black shoes and big golden chain, the clothes of a rich mature person, I have always disliked him.

With his dog eyes, he had made everyone look down and offended him.

Zhao Kun stood up first before I even needed to say anything. With a darkened face, he stood in front of Boss Wang and lightly glanced at him before turning around to help him open the door to the private room. He coldly said: "Boss Wang, I won't send you off."

It was probably because he did not expect that he would be hit by this unknown manager. He could not get rid of his face, and his butt felt like it was sitting on a nail, as if he was performing acupuncture.

He wanted to leave, but he felt that it was too embarrassing to stay.

As he was feeling awkward, I unhurriedly helped Zhao Kun stab Boss Tu once again.

"Stubborn and unwilling to leave, this is such a disgraceful matter."

The remaining three investors couldn't help but laugh.

Boss Wang stood up from the sofa and glared at me. His mouth twitched, and before he left, he left a few words in ridicule.

"Let me tell you, someone like you should be glad that Mu Huainan can look like this. If it was me, I would have burned incense long ago and you still want me to, why are you still pretending to be the holy goddess' white lotus?!"

With that, he left, spitting heavily on the ground before leaving.

This man was too disgraceful, making people's blood boil.

But he said I was pretending to be the white lotus, and that was what really bothered me.

Probably, everyone felt the same.

After Boss Wang left that day, the remaining few shareholders did not have much to say. The atmosphere became very awkward, but in the end, there were still gains, after all, the project book was favored by the few shareholders, and two of them needed to invest in it as well.

Before I left, I treated everyone to a meal, and when we were settling the bill, Zhao Kun kept saying that this meal should be his treat, but in the end, he didn't turn me around.

I drank a little wine and became a lot bolder. After all, the strong wine made people afraid. As my mind sunk, I unconsciously started talking a lot more.

Zhao Kun took me home, I sat on the front seat, disobediently opened the window, the night wind was blowing loudly, I turned and looked outside the window, my mouth was wide open, the night wind was blowing in my stomach, I burped, and heard Zhao Kun, who was driving behind me, call me.

"It's easy for you to throw up like this."

I ignored him and continued to breathe in and out of cold air.

The window in front of him slowly closed.

I turned my head unhappily to look, Zhao Kun had used the main switch to close the window on my side.

"What are you doing?"

"You'll be ashamed to puke in my car later."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Hmph, don't worry. I won't do such a shameful thing."

"Is that so?" Zhao Kun suddenly laughed.

"Then who was it that came out of the hotel today with the song 'Borrowing from the Heavens for another five hundred years'?"

I was stunned. I tried to recall, as if the person he was referring to was me?

But that was not important. I comforted myself with a few words in my heart before speaking with confidence.

"Fang Zheng I didn't go off tune, what's there to be ashamed about?"

I looked at him as he nodded with a stifled smile. "Yes, yes, you're right." He added in silence: "It's just that the tune used throughout the entire process was only a theme song from Journey to the West."

My face is a little hot, and this is a little disgraceful.

After a while, I was quiet for no more than three seconds when I got drunk.

"Do you know what cold air tastes like after drinking it?"

Zhao Kun shook his head, "There's still a scent in the air?"

I laughed at his inability to observe life.

"Of course there is. Hot alcohol will evaporate in your mouth and the cold air will swallow your stomach. There will be a fresh taste of grass."

Zhao Kun was even more shocked now.

"You even ate grass? "What? You grew up together with cattle on the prairie?"

The romantic feelings I had and the literary and artistic atmosphere I had built up were all ruined by these two actions of his.

Ignoring him, he did not expect that after a while, he would actually press down the window. Then, he turned his head around and inhaled deeply.

The window was closed, and although I was still angry with him, I could not suppress my curiosity.

"What smell?"

He thought about it.

"Vanilla ice cream."

I frowned. "It's obviously the scent of grass."

But think about it, grass, vanilla, it's about the same?

Zhao Kun answered me seriously: "I have never eaten grass before, so I don't know if it tastes the same as grass."

… ….

I don't want to talk to him anymore.

The car turned a corner and I held my breath, occasionally glancing at him out of the corner of my eye.

Zhao Kun was the typical business guy who did not talk much. Only when he worked and talked about work-related things would he see his side of chattering. He was modest and polite, as many of the co-workers had first impression of him, including me, of course.

However, after gradually understanding it, he discovered that he seemed to always be in this state.

Polite, refined, typical of a gentleman.

After a while, I finally couldn't hold it in anymore.

One more word.

"Actually... I've never eaten grass. "

Zhao Kun turned his head and looked at me, giving me a faint "En".

"So."

"Ugh …" I said it looked like grass, but it was just that the smell was very similar. Under the sun, lying on the lawn, it was filled with the scent of grass and was extremely lush green everywhere. When I was young, there were a lot of those feelings. "

He recalled for a few seconds, then nodded.

He turned to look at me with a serious expression. "But you really do look like you've eaten grass."

… ….

I don't quite understand.

"What do you mean?"

"Because eating grass has no nutrition."

I struggled to understand what he was saying.

If eating grass didn't have any nutrition, then … If you don't nourish enough, you will develop hypoplasia, and your brain will become sluggish.

"You're calling me an idiot in disguise!"

I stared at him.

"I'm your boss! Do you believe that I will deduct your salary! "

Finally, he smiled without a burden. His smile was very happy, his mouth was wide open, and even the corner of his mouth seemed to be wishing that he could hide behind his ears.

"You can't believe me when I say that you grew up eating grass. Although you are my superior, I am the person in charge of this company. If you do not serve me politely, maybe I will sell you and the company one day."

I was startled.

"There's such a dark operation?"

He curled his lips.

I was discouraged. I really knew too little about this profession. I deserved to be tricked by everyone.

"I know I'm stupid." I slumped back in my chair and sighed. "But I'm really trying to do everything right."

Zhao Kun spoke without hesitation: "I know." He turned his head to look at me. "Therefore, I must stay by your side and help you. Otherwise, if you lie to others, I will definitely be the one who failed to supervise you. It's a heinous crime. I won't even forgive myself."

I looked back at him, grinning.

"So you know how to joke around."

It wasn't as rigid and dogmatic as usual.

I asked him, "Do you believe the rumors?" I took a deep breath, and spoke his name in front of outsiders for the first time.

Zhao Kun said: "I have never cared about or judged other people's family. We are partners in work, even if we were to develop further and become friends, I still do not have the qualifications to ask about your family's matters."

"I suddenly realized that you are someone who lives very well."

I couldn't help but lament, "You have to teach me more in the future. How can you live so clearly? I always feel that I'm a mess."

Zhao Kun couldn't help but laugh.

"I don't think you live in disorder at all."

"Where is the chaos? Don't comfort me."

"You're very progressive, and you're so hardworking. You're so young, so you must have done it because you know what you want."

"What do you want..." I repeated his words in a whisper.

"Ask yourself what you want."

I thought about it for a moment.

"I want to break away from Mu Huainan's halo, and earn money by relying on my own hard work. If I want to earn people, then don't rely on me alone!"

The car slowly drove to my house. Zhao Kun got out of the car and opened the door for me. Then he supported me home, swaying.

I don't sing "Lend it to the heavens for another five hundred years." Instead, he changed his tone and shouted out, "Say that I'm relying on myself!"

Zhao Kun carried me home and helped me pour some hot water. Although I was in a daze, I saw all of this happen and knew what he said to me and why he said it.

Then we opened two more bottles of red wine at home, and he drank one and a half by himself, and I wanted to, but he wouldn't let me.

Then, strangely, he said a lot of unusual things.

I know you want to make money, and I also know that you are in such a hurry to prove that you did it in order to get rid of the Mubai's halo.

Like me, he said, he had wanted to rely on himself.

In fact, he said, he understood me a lot of the time.

Don't take too much notice of others' opinions, he said. It's enough for us.

He had talked about a lot of things that had nothing to do with work, and he had known him for a long time. This was the first time she heard him speak so much.

Everyone had a door in their hearts that they couldn't open or close. It was just left ajar, and once in a while, the wind would blow, causing the gap to grow a little larger. When the wind stopped, the door would be ajar again, returning to its original state.

I think it was the alcohol.

He took his milk out of the refrigerator and drank it, sliding down the sofa, sitting on the carpet beside me, his back against the sofa.

I kicked him lazily on the shoulder.

"We were drunk driving today. If we get caught, we will be sentenced."

He was probably really drunk. When he smiled, the corners of his mouth were raised lazily, looking lazy and casual.

"I didn't drink much during dinner. As someone who knows his place, I still want to send you home. The main reason is that your family's wine is strong, so I was a little dazed from drinking too much."

He put his foot on his shoulder like this, pushed it out and hooked it back, pushed it out and hooked it back, and he didn't resist, just let me control it.

I have only seen two men who are drunk and have lost their minds. One of them was the Mu Huainan who was drugged, and the other was Zhao Kun.

After Mu Huainan got drunk, he became hundreds of times more tyrannical than usual. He controlled me and forced me to drink.

But Zhao Kun is completely different. He is docile, kind, soft, and can even be freely trampled upon by me.

"Are you drunk?"

I put my foot on his back again, stepped on it, and touched the bone with my fingertip. "Are you drunk now?"

Zhao Kun laughed foolishly.

He spun around, and suddenly my foot was free of gravity.

He held his head high and looked at me, who was curled up on the sofa in a huff.

"What's the point of laughing?" I stuck my tongue out at him.

"I actually have a very bold idea, but I just don't dare to say it."