From Body to Love

You will have a lot of things you don't want to face. The ice edges mixed in the wind scrape madly on your face, leaving blood marks. Meng Fu felt that the heat sprayed by Guze on his face was like ice edges.

He said, "Meng Fu, from today on, you will officially become my assistant."

Guze threw him a brand-new suit, watched him put it on and took him to look in the mirror.

The man in the mirror wore a suit like this for the first time.

Delicate and gentle face, thin bangs on the forehead and close fitting high custom suit, the stranger is not like himself.

"Very nice." Guze truthfully praised that his fingers gently slipped through the red mark on the back of his neck.

Meng Fu's heart was filled with anxiety.

Before going out, Wen Xueyan said leisurely behind his back, "Mr. Meng, it seems that there is news of Di Jun."

Meng Fu's body stiffened, Gu Ze's hand pressed on his shoulder, turned back and gave Wen Xueyan a vicious warning, "Wen Xueyan, if you tell Meng Fu any news about the outside world, I'll drive you out of the house."

"Mr. Meng, don't you care about Di Jun's news at all?" She didn't seem to hear Guze's warning and asked Meng Fu persistently.

"I..."

As soon as he uttered a word, Guze's hand pinched his shoulder.

Without saying a word, he pushed him out of the door.

Close the door heavily, Guze next to him, "Meng Fu, don't you mind those things." He grabbed Meng Fu's wrist and pulled him into the car.

Meng Fu thought he would meet those people in the restaurant. However, he didn't. He just sat opposite Guze, separated by a sofa.

The whole office, only Guze and him.

The space between two people is very narrow.

He said he would be his assistant, but he didn't tell him to do anything. Meng Fu looked at the computer in front of him, and sometimes looked out of the window. There were no wax plum blossoms, only high-rise buildings.

Here, there is no difference from home in Guze.

Just another place of imprisonment.

"What are you looking at?"

I don't know when Guze stood in front of him.

"Nothing." He shook his head. "Is there anything Mr. Gu wants me to do?"

Please, let me do something.

Or, let me go back to your home, at least in that home, I don't have to face you during the day.

"Go and make me a cup of coffee without sugar." Gu Ze ordered faintly.

In fact, I don't know what Meng Fu can do, but I don't want him to look for a job everywhere, but I want to look at him in the daytime.

That's it.

Gu Ze leaned against the edge of the table and meditated for a moment. Meng Fu put his coffee on his table.

Before turning around, Guze hugged him from behind.

The arms gradually tightened.

"I'll show you the information about the contract cases involved in the company later." He said.

Meng Fu didn't speak.

The weird feeling became more and more obvious.

This intimate gesture is still in Guze's office, not Guze's home, not the place where he thought it would only have a relationship at home.

With a knock on the door, the door suddenly opened.

"Mr. Gu, the big thing is bad..." the voice suddenly stopped. Secretary Wang Zhang Huang looked at the two people in front of him. I don't know whether to continue or retreat.

Gu Ze naturally loosened Meng Fu, as if there was nothing. He whispered to Meng Fu, "go back to your seat first."

"Yes."

"Gu Zong." Secretary Wang glanced at Meng Fu and seemed to feel that it was inappropriate to report the situation in front of Meng Fu.

"Just say it when you have something."

He doesn't mind that Meng Fu is in his office, let alone listening to the internal affairs of the company.

"Mr. Gu, there was food poisoning in the restaurant. He said it was caused by eating the new curry steak yesterday. At present, five people have been hospitalized. The media also received news. "

Gu Ze frowned and asked directly, "did you go to the hospital to check the patients? Are you sure it's food poisoning from the restaurant? "

"Yes, they all said that after eating the steak, they didn't feel well that night. The doctor also said it was food poisoning. " Secretary Wang truthfully reported what he had learned.

"Now you immediately find out who cooked this dish yesterday. Now you go to investigate, take the steak to test its ingredients, and take out funds to appease the hospitalized patients. Prepare a press conference tomorrow to clarify the facts and apologize. " Guze issued a decisive order and stood up, "go to the restaurant now."

"Yes." Secretary Wang followed.

As soon as the door was closed, the steps stopped, "Secretary Wang, you start first."

Secretary Wang nodded clearly. Meng Fu, a man, a man who fascinated Gu Ze, the fate in this world is really wonderful, isn't it?

He looked back and watched Guze enter the office of the legal department.

Suddenly it was quiet, without the breath of Guze, inexplicably relieved.

Meng Fu got up from his seat, went to the window and pointed his finger on the petals of the orchid. He lowered his head and smelled a burst of fragrance.

This reminded him that he had never smelled the fragrance of Chimonanthus chinensis.

Winter has passed, and wintersweet no longer blooms.

"Next winter, I will plant Chimonanthus chinensis around my house." A sudden sound.

He backed away from the orchid in a slight panic. He knew what Guze said and planted Chimonanthus. Guze clearly said that he wanted to destroy his favorite things one by one.

Plant, bloom, and then cut it off?

"No." He shook his head.

I would rather not have seen a flower bloom than a tree flower rustle down in front of me.

Guze put a stack of information on his desk. "I'm going to the restaurant now. You're obediently in the office. Don't run away, you know?"

"Yes."

"This is a lawsuit to be fought by the company. There are some evidence materials in it. You can have a look."

He looked up with surprise in his eyes, "Mr. Gu."

Gu Ze walked up to him in three or two steps and glanced at the orchid, "I'm leaving."

Turning around, he turned back reluctantly, "listen, I won't cut down the Chimonanthus tree."

"OK." Meng Fu replied, "Mr. Gu, go and solve the restaurant first."

Guze finally turned and left, and his nostalgic eyes were blocked by the door.

The suddenly diverted track, the suddenly forked intersection, the suddenly deflected light, the established route, changed the track at a moment.

You don't know what love is, and you don't know what hate is.

Gurgling is the cold blood, is the continuous pain.

Meng Fufan looked at the company's information, page after page. His dark eyes were bright light.

The cell phone rings as if it had been expected.

Strange number.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Meng, di Jun is in danger now. I think only you can save him."

Meng Fu didn't even have time to think about why Wen Xueyan had his number. His face turned pale for a moment, "what happened?"