Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Everyone only knows that Zhang Peiwen is the rich second generation who inherited his father's legacy. They know that he has a background, a high degree of education, and a talent.But there is no more consultation.

The newly-minted CEO has only been seen in the company twice so far. Once was when he gave a brief speech at last year's annual meeting, and the other time was when he was halfway through a business trip and took a red-eye flight back. .

No one still knows what major event made Zhang Peiwen rush back, and how urgent it was that made him go straight from the airport to the company.

Under the curious gazes of her colleagues, Jian Anran instantly felt like she was a little shorter than others. She wished she could find a hole to crawl in and never come out again.

how to explain?

How did she, an intern, meet Zhang Peiwen, the director of the company?Not to mention meeting the director, how did she, a young college student, know so well the story of the chairman's wife?
I have long heard that the company often arranges rich young men from major nearby companies to experience life. The looks that colleagues cast in Jian Anran's direction made them feel awe-inspiring.

Colleagues thought: Whose daughter is this?I'll have to go back and find HR to find out.

Jian Anran waved her hands repeatedly and subconsciously took a step back until her butt was touching the bar of the tea room, unable to retreat.

I don't know if it was her psychological effect or something else, but she always felt that her colleagues were getting closer and closer, so that her forehead began to sweat slightly.

Seeing Jian Anran's red cheeks and increasingly nervous look in front of them, the curiosity of the colleagues was even more aroused. Someone asked again: "Classmate Jian, do you know Mrs. Zhang?"

"I..." Her lips were slightly open, but her throat couldn't squeeze out the complete words for a long time.

“I’ve seen it on Weibo before!”

Colleagues were a little confused, "Weibo? What Weibo?"

Seeing her colleagues' confused looks, Jian Anran straightened her expression and cleared her throat slightly, "It's 'Today's Luojiang'? Haven't you seen it?"

Speaking of Luojiang today, Jian Anran had never seen it before. It was not like last year when she and Wen Siheng were secretly photographed entering and leaving the hotel. She has since developed post-traumatic stress disorder about these four words.

Only then did another colleague react, "I think I've heard of it? The one who was talking about Luo Jiang's gossip and entertainment news?"

Jian Anran nodded quickly, "Yes, yes."

"I have seen Valin Director Zhang's wife on it before. It seems that not long after Director Zhang took office, people found out the life story of the outstanding wife behind him." Jian Anran somewhat admired her ability to tell nonsense, and opened her mouth Just come.

The colleague behind me who was checking his cell phone had questions all over his face, "Are there any keywords? Why can't I find anything? Searching for 'Valin' didn't show up, searching for 'Zhang Peiwen' didn't show up, or even just searching for the word 'director'" nor."

Jian Anran pretended to be calm, "I guess it was sued by public relations and taken down, right? This Weibo account is often sued."

A colleague immediately echoed, "Yes, yes! Wasn't this the same public account that broke the news last year that a teacher from Luoyang University went to rent a house with a student?"

The people next to me were shocked, "Is there such a thing?"

The colleague shook his head and said, "That must not be the case. This account was directly sued by the professor."

The person next to me asked, "What are you suing for? Invasion of privacy?"

The colleague shook his index finger in a secretive manner, "The professor and his wife went to a five-star hotel for a romantic date on the weekend, but it was rumored that the professor and the student were checking out a hotel room."