Rebirth 09: A perfect life starting from college

At ten o'clock in the evening, at the brightly lit entrance of the top floor gym.

Wen Jie poked her head out from the side of the entrance and looked into the gym.

There was no one.

At the same time, the sound that had been intermittently continuing also stopped inexplicably in silence.

The empty gym hall returned to silence.

There was only the dull sound of raindrops occasionally hitting the glass windows outside the window.

Strange...?

Looking at the silent gym without a single figure, Wen Jie immediately felt puzzled.

Was the strange sound she heard just now all her illusion?

In doubt, she walked lightly into the hall, and while walking, she looked around vigilantly.

Finally, some rustling sounds were heard from the lounge on one side of the gym hall.

——Isn't that Mr. Jiang's private lounge?

Curious, Wen Jie frowned and walked over carefully.

When she got close to the door, Wen Jie, who was originally hesitant about whether to knock on the door, suddenly found that the door of the lounge was not closed, but left a small gap.

For some reason, Wen Jie gave up the idea of ​​knocking on the door, and instead glanced into the lounge through the narrow gap.

!

The next moment, she trembled all over, and the whole person was stunned on the spot.

Then, her face, which had finally recovered its fair color, became extremely hot again.

At the same time, Zhang Pinglang in the room, also out of her intuition, inadvertently raised her eyes.

Her eyes just met the eyes cast from outside the door in mid-air.

"......"

The two were also stunned.

However, after the initial panic, the latter's plump red lips suddenly revealed a slightly upturned arc that showed no concern.

"What's wrong?"

Perhaps sensing Zhang Pinglang's momentary hesitation, Jiang Cheng, who was lying on the recliner with his eyes closed, asked lightly without raising his eyes.

"Nothing..."

Zhang Pinglang smiled and shook her head, and her peach blossom eyes moved back from the empty door.

"Mr. Jiang, can I give you a massage later?"

"Yes."

Jiang Cheng nodded and responded vaguely.

"Let's change places later. This recliner is too small and it hurts me."

"There is a newly opened Hilton downstairs. Do you think it's okay?"

"Yes, it's okay."

Jiang Cheng said casually, thinking secretly in his heart.

Perhaps it would be better to prepare a temporary bedroom in the company...?

......

The next day, morning.

From the sound of raindrops hitting the window, Jiang Cheng slowly woke up from the bed in the hotel.

I looked at the time, it was not yet 8 o'clock in the morning - I probably slept for less than 3 hours.

Looking back, although I worked hard until dawn, I slept for a short time.

But my shoulders, back, waist, abdomen and whole body seemed to have no soreness and fatigue after staying up all night.

And I was also very energetic, without any signs of dizziness, but refreshed.

Although all this should be mainly attributed to the physical fitness enhanced by the gene-enhanced serum.

However, the credit of the skillful massage technique should not be denied.

Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but turn his head to look at the voluptuous girl who was sleeping soundly beside him.

- With this level, being a receptionist is indeed a bit of a waste of talent.

It would be more appropriate to be a personal trainer.

After sitting for a while and waking up completely from sleep, Jiang Cheng got up and washed up, then took out a thick stack of cash from his wallet and put it on the bedside, then put on his clothes and left.

Jiang Cheng would not refuse a girl like Zhang Pinglang who approached him actively.

But he did not take it too seriously.

It was like a good snack to relieve fatigue. Although delicious, it was only suitable for killing time and occasionally giving a little surprise.

However, it was definitely not presentable.

Because judging from Jiang Cheng's experience, the reason why Zhang Pinglang approached him so actively was probably because she was more interested in the wealth of the boss of Qinfeng Capital.

So as to get the corresponding benefits.

Of course, if it was just money, Jiang Cheng would not care.

Or, this kind of relationship based on material things was easier and more convenient for him.

After all, money was just a line of numbers in Jiang Cheng's account.

Since she wanted it, just give it to her, just as the cost of hiring a fitness personal trainer~

......

Since it was the weekend, Jiang Cheng walked directly into theHe took the elevator up and returned to the Qinfeng Capital headquarters on the top floor, intending to continue processing the remaining documents from yesterday.

He walked out of the elevator, passed the empty front desk and work area, and walked back to his president's office in the middle of the floor.

As soon as he opened the door, he looked at his neatly classified and spotless desk, and Jiang Cheng was slightly stunned.

If I remember correctly, when I left last night, the desk was still as messy as a doghouse, right?

When I left yesterday, I had already left work, and today is the weekend, and it is still 8 o'clock in the morning.

So it is definitely impossible that the company's cleaning staff did it.

This is a bit strange.

Jiang Cheng scratched his head, and when he was wondering, his eyes suddenly stopped on the pot of hyacinths placed on the desk in front of him.

The white bouquets bloomed in competition, which looked pleasing to the eye.

Looking at it, Jiang Cheng suddenly remembered the flower language represented by white hyacinths in his mind.

—— Secret love, silent love, and true love but unspeakable sorrow.

By the way, it's not that Jiang Cheng knows much about the language of flowers. It's just that in his previous life, he loved Zhong Xier deeply but couldn't get her, so he once gave her a pot of white hyacinths as a token of his love.

Of course, Jiang Cheng didn't know where the pot of flowers went, and he didn't want to think about it anymore.

At least it has nothing to do with the present.

Touching the bouquet, Jiang Cheng sighed for a moment, walked back to the table, pulled out the wide boss chair, and sat down.

Unexpectedly, his long legs stretched out casually and kicked a plastic bag, making a rustling sound.

"What the hell?"

Curious, Jiang Cheng picked up the bag under his feet and took a look.

The corner of his mouth twitched immediately.

- Wow, it turns out that the bag is full of stockings.

He suddenly remembered that he had indeed asked Wen Jie to buy some for him before.

Doesn't this mean that Wen Jie returned to the company last night?

Then, the newly tidied desk and the hyacinth pot on the desk can be fully explained.

Hiss... Wait...

With such certainty in his heart, Jiang Cheng's mind suddenly trembled, and he suddenly recalled Zhang Pinglang's behavior at a certain time last night...

Damn...

No way...?