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Chapter 31 The so-called love

Chapter 30 The So-Called Love

"Who is David Yang?"

I grabbed Hu Qianyu's arm and looked up at him.

He laughed, keeping secret: "You think I'll tell you?"

I know he won't, but...

"I beg you!"

I gritted my teeth and looked at him beggingly.

He cupped my face and fixed my eyes: "It's not like you. Lin Weiling never asks for help, does he?"

"I want to know the truth!"

"One day you'll know."

"In this case, why... show me the file?"

He smiled, and the smile quickly disappeared: "Because I want you to know that everything you want is in my hands.

You can't escape my palm.

Therefore,
You don't need to find another man. "

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The next day, I was transferred internally.

Distributed to the frontier and transferred to the assistant room.

As soon as I entered the office, Director Zou from the Human Resources Department followed me in.

Looking at the transfer letter on my desk, I almost laughed.

Didn't Hu Qianyu not take my opponent seriously?Why transfer me from the finance department?
Seeing that I didn't respond for a long time, Zou Bu couldn't help being anxious: "Lin Li...Miss Lin, I'm sorry, this is a transfer order signed by Mr. Hu himself. We can't help it!"

That said, coupled with a carefully processed so-called apology.Is it because I am afraid that I will embarrass him and force him to give an explanation?

He's stuck in my office watching me like a prison warden.I can only obediently pack up my things and leave.

A small employee has no chance of winning against the ruler of the Hu Empire.

Lin Weiling will never do anything that has no chance of winning.

A few minutes later I was within range of the assistant's room.

No one around greeted me. The "airborne troops" are already vulnerable to exclusion.

Wang Shuwei, who personally took me to the assistant's room, briefly introduced me to his colleagues, and then left me alone.

I'm in a daze.What filled my ears was nothing more than words like "Would you like coffee? How many cups? Okay...I'll deliver it right away."

As for me, I am used to a life surrounded by words such as "building a position, accumulating funds, raising the price, retracing, shipping, and clearing the position" every day.

Nothing to do, make a cup of coffee and drink until noon.

The coffee was cold and ignored.I, too, was ignored.

Someone finally remembered my existence before leaving, and invited me, a new colleague, to have dinner with me in a transactional manner.Hearing my refusal, she immediately showed a face of relief, as if she was afraid that I would regret it, she stepped on the stiletto heels, "噗噢噐", and immediately disappeared.

At this moment, the assistant's room was empty, far from the noisy scene earlier.I went to the tea room to make coffee, but I ran into Wang Shuwei here.

He was making coffee, I didn't speak to him, I turned around and sat down aside, waiting for him to leave.But Wang Shuwei made coffee, but he didn't leave, but walked towards me instead.

I lowered my head and rubbed the rim of the mug in my hand, reminding myself over and over again: don't look up.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw him walk up to me.So close that the embossing on the buttons of his suit could be seen.He paused, didn't speak, just put his cup of coffee in front of me, and turned to walk away.

Like me, Wang Shuwei also likes to drink coffee from a mug.

I looked at the cup of coffee and didn't move for a long time. Anger slowly rushed to my head. I stood up abruptly and took the cup to the sink. The coffee was poured out and the cup was thrown into the trash.

I was a little out of control, the coffee was burning my hand, it was painful and numb.My mind was a little wandering, but fortunately at this moment, the phone rang suddenly in the empty office area outside.

I didn't linger in the pantry any longer, and went back to my desk to answer the phone.

It shows that it is the president's internal line.

I thought about it, and finally answered the phone.

A familiar voice came as expected.

"One C meal, delivered to my office."

I was dumbfounded, not knowing how to answer Hu Qianyu's words.

After a moment of silence, Hu Qianyu on the other end of the receiver said, "Lin Weiling?"

I felt a sudden sense of sympathy in my heart.If I don't say a word, can he know it's me?
"Lin Weiling."

"Yes."

"One C meal. Please hurry up."

"Yes."

Go to the restaurant to order food.I don't know if God is deliberately making it difficult for me to meet the person I can't meet at the moment.

Li Muchen was in the elevator room, and I was outside the elevator door.

He lowered his head, leaned on the side of the elevator, leaning against the railing of the elevator, seemingly absent-minded, and the elevator stopped for a while, and a slightly harsh "ding" sounded, and he came back to his senses, so he knew Feeling, it is worrying.

He looked up, meeting my gaze.

His eyes stayed on my face for a moment, then moved to the lunch box in my hand.

"Hi." I greeted him with a smile.

Li Muchen turned a deaf ear to my greeting.He quickly withdrew his gaze, without any emotional fluctuations on his face, bypassed me, and walked straight to the restaurant.

Subconsciously, I looked back at his back, and felt that there was inevitably some decisiveness in it.

This person, this attitude.

We can no longer be friends.

Hopefully, I won't be an enemy.

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77th floor.The president's secretary was sitting at the desk outside the president's office, and was on the phone. Seeing me approaching, he looked suspicious.

I picked up the food box, "I'm from the assistant's office, and this is the president's lunch."

She immediately turned pale and hung up the phone immediately.

"You may be mistaken. Mr. Hu's lunch has been brought in just now."

I don't know if this counts as shutting me down, but I can't wait to walk away immediately.

I got into the elevator.The elevator doors closed slowly, and my face was reflected on the metal surface.

I looked at my face, a face that couldn't laugh or cry.

This Hu Qianyu, is playing with me?How can I not laugh and cry?

At this time, the elevator door that was about to close suddenly opened again.I didn't even have time to wonder, and was dragged out of the elevator by someone grabbing my wrist.

The person who was holding me, relying on his long legs and being tall, took his own big strides and walked forward quickly, regardless of whether I could keep up or not.I had no choice but to stagger as he pulled me hard.

"Hu-qian-yu!"

I called him, he ignored.

High heels screech in protest all the way.My ankle hurts, my wrist hurts.

All thanks to Hu Qianyu.

After a while, I was within the boundaries of the president's office.

The door of the president's office was wide open, and it could be seen that Hu Qianyu was in a hurry to get out.And the cold-faced beautiful secretary was staring at the door, watching Hu Qianyu dragging me in, with surprise flashing across her face.

"Go out." He glanced at her and said coldly.

After hearing Hu Qianyu's expulsion order, the beautiful secretary immediately understood and disappeared instantly.

Hu Qianyu took the lunch box in my hand and put it on the table.He pulled the chair over again, pressed my shoulders, and forced me to sit down.Then he sat on the other side of the table.

In front of Hu Qianyu was another full lunch box.

I tapped the C meal box I brought with my chin, raised my eyebrows and looked at him: "What do you mean?"

Hu Qianyu didn't answer, but opened the lunch box for me, took out the chopsticks and handed them to me: "Eat."

Seeing that I was slow to move my chopsticks, he repeated: "Eat."

I couldn't help but laugh, "You... are you inviting me to lunch?"

The first time I encountered this situation, I was caught off guard.

But he didn't respond to me any more. After stuffing the chopsticks into my hand, he just focused on eating by himself.

"You called inside to the assistant's room just to trick me into having dinner with you?"

I said the word "lie" very emphatically, and he looked up at me with a half-smile.Then he bowed his head to eat and ignored me.

I stood up, "Sorry, I'm not hungry now. I'll go down first."

His gaze finally left the food and turned to me, "You didn't eat in the morning. You don't want to eat at noon?"

When we got up in the morning, the servants of the villa made breakfast for me and Hu Qianyu.There are both Chinese style and Western style, and I don't understand why this servant knows what I like, and the breakfast I usually like to cook.

Fine food, take my pick.

But facing Hu Qianyu, I couldn't bear it.It was that way in the morning, and it's the same now.

"Facing me, can't you eat it?"

Once again he guessed what I was thinking.

"..."

He put down his chopsticks and looked at me slowly: "Miss Lin, I hope you can adapt quickly. From now on, it will be like this every day. I don't want to see you starve to death."

His strength is a headache.

Being manipulated in this way, I was out of anger, but I could only restrain my anger, with a smile on my face, but secretly gnashed my teeth and asked, "Why?"

He glanced at me, smiled, and smiled harmlessly: "At work, you are my subordinate; in private, you are my lover. Why do you think I should?"

I almost forgot that he was a grand slam debater in the National Middle School Students Debate Competition, and he never lost again except for being snatched away by me as the best debater.

His eyes flickered, and there seemed to be an evil light flashing through his eyes: "Or...you think my office environment is not good enough, so you can't eat? Why don't we go to the staff cafeteria? It's very lively there, maybe you will be more interested appetite."

He is already an obvious threat.staff canteen?He wants everyone to know about my relationship with him?

Finally, I had to sit down again, open the food box, and bury my head in eating.

The dishes are not bad, to my liking, and my favorite lamb chops.

Hu Qianyu was in a good mood seeing me obediently cooperating, and even brought me food from his own place.I'll eat whatever he picks up, I'm not picky eaters, good behaved, comparable to pets.

I quickly dealt with it, looked up, Hu Qianyu was looking at me, the food in his food box, except for a few pieces of lamb chops caught by my side, the rest had not moved.

He noticed the redness of my fingers, and frowned: "What's wrong with your hand?"

He was so careful with me, I was just scared, deliberately and calmly replied: "It's okay."

Finally finished eating everything in the lunch box, I got up and asked, "I'm done eating, can I go?"

He turned his hand across and wiped the corners of my lips with a tissue.I didn't hide or evade, he was quite satisfied, and finally nodded to allow me to leave.

Almost at the door, he stopped me.I didn't look back and gave him a back view.Wait for his instructions.

He just gave me one sentence:
"I'll go to your place tonight."

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This man named Hu Qianyu officially entered my life.

When he is free, he will invite me to dinner, or play golf on weekends.

I gradually learned to adapt to various situations.

When I got home, I saw him sitting on my sofa reading documents, heard the sound of the door opening, glanced at him and then turned my eyes back to the documents again.

We ate together, met someone who was familiar with him, and when asked "Who is this?" This kind of question requires me to declare my net worth, I smiled ambiguously and perfunctorily.

When the Investigative Agency sent an email, Hu Qianyu was occupying the living room, watching a newly released literary film.

And I am in the bathroom, enjoying the aromatherapy bath, this is my rare private time this week.

Hu Qianyu seemed to call me, but the voice was not loud, drowned by the sound of splashing water.I wrapped my bath towel, opened the door, and poked my head out: "What did you say?"

But at this moment, he was nowhere to be seen on the sofa—he was standing in front of my computer, looking back at me: "You have mail."

I didn't care about getting wet all over, and rushed over, my hair dripping all the way.

On the monitor, there were photos of Huang Haoran, one after another, hugging and kissing, the same woman.

I looked up and saw Hu Qianyu retracting his gaze from me.He nestled back on the sofa and watched his literary films.

"You don't have anything to ask me?" I probed.

He looked at the photo, but there was no reaction.I couldn't figure out his thoughts, which made it even more difficult.

"You investigate Huang Haoran and want the shares of Hengsheng in his hand."

His answer was direct, undisguised, and looked directly at him.

"It's just that you won't get what you want." Hu Qianyu announced like a judge.

The arrogance in his eyes was natural and not abrupt.

At this moment, in the movie, the neurotic woman looks up at her lover at a 40-degree angle, and her lover, condescending, stretches out his hand to her and says: You, come here.

Hu Qianyu stretched out his hand to me and said, "You, come here."

I was stunned, and finally walked towards him. As soon as I got in front of him, I was pulled to sit down, and the towel in my hand was taken away.

Hu Qianyu helped me wipe my hair with gentle movements.

Everything seems to be in order.I found myself getting used to his presence.Facing his intimacy, I no longer have antibodies.

It's dangerous, I remind myself.

"How do you know he won't promise me?"

I have always been curious, Hu Qianyu seems to know everything and predict everything.

Of course, everything, just "seems".

he laughs.I looked at him with a malicious smile through the messy hair.

Hu Qianyu took my mobile phone and dialed a series of numbers.

Huang Haoran's number.

The receiver was placed next to my ear.

The phone was connected quickly.Huang Haoran's voice came clearly: "Hello?"

I looked at Hu Qianyu, he was still helping me wipe my hair, as if nothing else was important except my hair.Don't care about the conversation between me and Huang Haoran at all.

I looked away, swallowed and said, "It's me, Lin Weiling."

There was a moment of silence on the other side, and the tone was lingering: "Miss Lin, what's your business?"

I laughed: "Are you free tomorrow? I would like to invite Mr. Huang to dinner."

I hung up the phone and greeted Hu Qianyu with a smile.

"Don't wish me success?"

I laugh.With him, you have to learn to laugh, it doesn't matter if you are sincere or fake.To smile, the smile must be touching.

"You won't succeed."

He is delivering the sentence again, high above, condescending.

Lin Weiling, in the past 20 years, used to live proudly.

Even in my first few years in Manhattan, I didn't allow myself to look up to tall, swaggering white men.Because, I am used to living proudly.

But this person in front of him takes pleasure in trampling on the pride of others.

I broke free from his grip, knelt on the sofa, and supported my body on my knees.

Looking down at him: "What if I succeed?"

"Whatever you want."

I sneered: "Don't promise too early. What if, I said that I want your shares in Hengsheng?"

"Yes." To my surprise, he readily agreed, his voice was flat, his expression was indifferent, as if deceiving, "However, if you are as I expected, you can't say Huang Haoran, go skiing in Switzerland during the New Year's holiday. Come with me Together."

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I arrived at the restaurant I made an appointment with Huang Haoran on time.

I like to discuss business in restaurants, and this restaurant is the one that best interprets the words "the strong eat the weak".

The weak, food in other people's mouths.

I didn't say a word during the meeting.

"Miss Lin, did you invite me here just for dinner?"

He looked as if his thoughts were disturbed by irritability. I looked at him and was quite satisfied.

I had almost eaten, put down the fork, wiped the corners of my mouth, and looked up at him, "You should know why I'm here."

He raised his eyebrows: "Shares?"

"Yes."

"I remember that I have already rejected you."

I took the portfolio out of my bag and handed it to him.

He opened it and took out the photos in the bag.

He looked at them one by one, and his face became more and more ugly.Then turned back to me, full of fury.

Huang Haoran waved his hands angrily, and the photos were scattered on the table.

"what do you mean?!"

(End of this chapter)