chapter85
Fortunately, everyone in Chengze didn't see their young president in a mess.
The exclusive elevator directly to the top-floor president's office protects Tan Jinxue's privacy to some extent. He walked straight into his office, the shutters were closed.
Fang Ai sat down in his seat silently.
As the life assistant of chief designer Zong Zi, she can only stay in her cubicle and sort out documents.
After all, the ancestor who could even take a bite out of talking about snow might not need her.
After a while, Fang Ai saw He Hua, the boss of the president's secretariat, stepping out of the elevator in a hurry, without even bothering to say hello to everyone, and went straight into Tan Jinxue's office.
The man was looking down at the documents, when he heard the sound of the door opening and closing, he looked up at the person coming.
"Don't know to knock on the door?" Tan Jinxue's voice was cold, but the content fully expressed his displeasure.
He Hua paused, but he was not frightened by his words. He directly walked around Tan Jinxue's table and approached him, his tone was also extremely cold.
"Let me see your wound."
Tan Jinxue raised her eyebrows, "No need."
He Hua was a little out of breath, and snorted coldly through his nose, "Aren't you afraid of tetanus if that lunatic bit you?"
Before Tan Jinxue could speak, He Hua spoke very quickly, and said again: "You are not afraid, I am still afraid that the news of President Cheng Ze's death due to rabies will affect our stock price!"
His words are not only poisonous and damaging, but also very presumptuous.
Tan Jinxue was stunned for a moment by the words he swept out like a machine gun.
After He Hua finished speaking, he was also taken aback, and felt a little unbelievable to himself.
He was suffocating, his mind was full of Wei Xiaoyang's report to himself, "Mr. Tan seems to have been ravaged by others and gnawed several mouthfuls", and seeing Tan Jinxue's nonchalant appearance, he finally couldn't help but exploded .
He poured out all the anger in his heart at once, and He Hua realized that he was afraid belatedly.
He carefully glanced at Tan Jinxue's expression.
The man's brows were slightly frowned, and there was a slight furrow between his brows.
"Headache?" He Hua asked.
Tan Jinxue shook his head, "It's fine." He looked up at He Hua, "Yesterday he lost control of his emotions, but he's better."
Seeing that he wasn't angry, He Hua secretly breathed a sigh of relief - after all, Zong Zi was actually the one he scolded more just now.
As a highly professional secretary, He Hua has always admired Tan Jinxue's calmness and rationality, and never questioned the decisions and choices of his superiors for personal emotional reasons.
But Tan Jinxue is not only his superior, he is also regarded as a friend. Caring is messy.
"It's not uncommon for him to lose control. Artists at his level are probably a little crazy, but you just let him torment you?!" He Hua's tone was still somewhat resentful.
"He will always be enlightened." Tan Jinxue said lightly.
He Hua was stunned by this sentence.
"You mean—"
Tan Jinxue nodded.
He Hua was silent for a moment.
He can almost be regarded as the person in Chengze who has been talking about Jinxue for the longest time. Of course, except Zong Zi.
The young man who met Tan Jinxue and studied abroad together, returned to China and Tan Jinxue founded Chengze by himself and took the position of president. In just a few years, the little-known Zongzi became famous. International jewelry designer.
Although Chengze was gaining momentum at that time, he didn't have the confidence he has now, and he could only secretly covet a designer like Zong Zi.
Just when the senior executives had given up their extravagant hopes for Zongzi, the young genius signed Chengze's letter of appointment.
On the second day when he came to work, the design department was like a meeting place for star-chasing fans.
He Hua was also in a mixed mood at the time, feeling both honored and unbelievable, and quite puzzled.
The arrogance of the black-haired young man can almost drive his "fans" back three feet, not to mention a company like Chengze, who "exudes the atmosphere of an upstart, and the only thing that is good at is picking up people's teeth".
— This evaluation was given by Zong Zi back then. He Hua still remembers the "brilliant" faces of the high-level executives at the meeting.
Since in his heart, Chengze is so unbearable, why did he choose to become Chengze's designer?
How can such a proud, sensitive, mean and even neurotic person be willing to join a new company with no reputation? Such a move is tantamount to finding a less gorgeous cage for oneself.
But he quickly solved his doubts.
He watched the young designer barge into the CEO's office, and Tan Jinxue, who had always been serious about smiling, showed him an almost indulgent smile. The man even allowed Zong Zi to order a takeaway in his office.
Talking about Jinxue working overtime, Zong Zi actually slept on the couch in his office.
At that time, He Hua suddenly realized that the two of them had known each other for a long time, and their relationship was very good!
But later He Hua knew more.
Mr. Secretary took a cup of coffee and looked in through the shutters before knocking on the door. he sees—
The man stood by the sofa, covered the designer with his coat, and rubbed his hair casually.
Fingers lightly slide over the designer's eyelashes.
That is absolutely, absolutely not the gestures and eyes that exist between friends.
The CEO looked at the young man with a gentleness that He Hua had never seen before.
After all, he knocked on the door and went in, and then watched the other party quickly restrain his expression just now, and the queen gave him a warning look.
From that time on, He Hua knew that his boss had an ulterior feeling for the chief designer.
And the more he got to know these two people, the more he felt worthless for talking about Jinxue.
Until his emotions were noticed by Tan Jinxue, the two had an open and honest talk. Tan Jinxue briefly talked about her relationship with Zong Zi, and He Hua promised that she would not interfere or talk too much.
He just felt that his president was working too hard.
With such feelings in his arms, he gave that person everything he could, and he gave everything he could.
But the genius who is extremely keen and witty in artistic attainments, is not open to emotion.
Looking at today's situation, although Tan Jinxue's appearance is a bit miserable, since he said that Zong Zi has already enlightened, it is really rare.
Thinking of this, He Hua couldn't help feeling a bit more disgusted with that designer whom he hadn't met a few times. The president of his family has been waiting for too long.
He taunted: "He's enlightened, and it looks like you've suffered a lot."
Tan Jinxue couldn't deny this fact, and couldn't help showing a wry smile, "You little bastard."
He Hua rubbed the goosebumps on his arms and changed the subject.
"I've bought a band-aid for you, you can do it yourself." He put the plastic bag in his hand on the table, and then said, "I've made an appointment for the hospital. Do you go by yourself or should I go with you?"
Tan Jinxue glanced at him, and there was a hint of warmth in her plain tone, "Don't bother, I can do it myself."
He won't go to the hospital. There is a "spirit of pretending to be sick" who goes through the game quickly. What lesions and inspection results are there?
It's just a brain tumor, that's easy.
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