Your Most Faithful Companion

Cen Sen just ridiculed casually, and didn't care much. He was busy at work, and when he came out of Mingshui, his family and personal affairs were all left behind, not to mention reflecting on his words and deeds and taking care of the young lady.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, there was a lot of traffic near the CBD of the Imperial Capital. The wind blew gusts of heat, and the sun was shining brightly.

At work after the lunch break, most white-collar workers walked back to the company in groups with coffee cups.

Today is Friday, everyone is talking and laughing, in a relaxed state. Only two girls working in Junyi received the group notice, and their expressions of chatting and gossiping instantly gathered and hurried to the company.

"Why so fast? Didn't it mean that I might not come today?"

"Who knows, if I can understand these people's thoughts, then I just go blindly buy stocks. Okay, hurry up."

Junyi Headquarters has two connected buildings near the financial center. It is a geometric split-level structure, towering high and very eye-catching.

The building on the east side is the most representative luxury hotel Junyi Huazhang under Junyi, and the other is the office building of the group headquarters.

At 2:15, the empty lobby on the first floor of the office building is full of company management. The ranks are arranged in two neat rows from low to high, and from outside to inside. Standing on the outermost side is the conference team. Group leader.

At 2:20, three black cars drove into the porch of the building one after another.

Cadillac opened the road ahead and stopped in front of the Roman column on the right. The Bentley was very domineering in the middle and stopped right in the center.

The Bentley co-driver got off a young man wearing glasses. He buttoned his suit and walked back. He bent slightly and opened the back seat door respectfully.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes focused on the car door, and there was no reason to raise tension from the soles of their feet.

In the afternoon, the sun is extremely blazing, the road is hot, the leaves are green and light, and in the heat and noise of summer, it seems that there is a kind of distant and quiet with a telephoto lens slowly pushing away.

Cen Sen got out of the car and stood up slowly.

He has a clean look with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and he has a slender and tall figure, standing there with a natural cold feeling. From a distance, young and expensive.

Without waiting for everyone to return to their minds, the doors of the front and rear cars also opened, and three men, three women and six assistants came down from there. They all wore professional suits and carried briefcases. They followed Cen Sen very well and kept about half a meter. distance.

There are many high-level people who come to meet Cen Sen today, but there are also a few old vegetable gangs who deliberately did not show up, wanting to show young people the red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple of this world.

A group of people walked in blankly. When they entered the elevator, someone suddenly helped press the floor.

"President Cen, I am President Huang's secretary and my surname is Yu. You can call me younger than that. President Huang has been unwell recently and has been recuperating at home, so I couldn't pick you up today."

Secretary Yu is accompanied by a smiling face, seemingly attentive and courteous, but standing straight. The tone is soft, but it also reveals the high above that is not difficult to detect.

"President Huang also specifically confessed that I must treat you well. If you have anything you want to see, just let me know."

The air was silent for a moment.

Zhou Jiaheng stood on the side of the elevator, slightly lowered, and stretched out his right hand to clear the way for Cen Sen.

After Cen Sen got into the elevator, Zhou Jiaheng turned around and said to the secretary: "It's normal for Mr. Huang to be old and uncomfortable. Yu Mi, please tell Mr. Huang, please let him take care of his illness and he can raise flowers and plants at home. He doesn’t have to worry about the group’s affairs."

"Cen is coming back this time and will take over Jun Yi in an all-round way. For those who have made great contributions to the group like President Huang, President Cen will do his best to provide him with the best retirement life."

retired life?

Secretary Yu didn't react for a while.

But after Zhou Jiaheng finished speaking, without waiting for him to answer, he went straight into the elevator, stood behind Cen Sen, and changed the floor to the 68th floor.

The elevator doors closed slowly, and Cen Sen stood in the middle, with a gentle and indifferent expression, and he didn't give the pioneer Yu Secretary half a glance from the beginning to the end.

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The group arrived at the chairman's office which had been idle for a long time on the 68th floor.

One of the assistants neatly posted a temporary nameplate on the door;

In addition, two assistants cooperated with each other to measure and record various data in the office to arrange the desks and chairs that Cen Sen likes;

The chief assistant Zhou Jiaheng turned on the laptop and sent an early notice to all employees through the company intranet——

"After research and decision by the group leaders, starting today, Mr. Cen Sen will be transferred from the former Director of Overseas Development Department and President of Junyi Australia Group to the President of Junyi Group. All departments are requested to actively cooperate with Mr. Cen Sen’s transfer of work. Under the leadership of Mr., Junyi Group can reach a new level."

The signature is Cen Yuanchao.

At the same time, the computers in the office area sent out new mail prompts.

Upon receiving this notice, the entire company was blown up.

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"Is Dong Cen's body really bad? That one is only twenty-seven, twenty-seven or twenty-eight? He is too young."

After get off work in the evening, a group of the marketing department of Junyi organized a department gathering.

Every weekend, everyone tacitly hopes to return to their private lives. When colleagues meet on the road, it is best to pretend to be a stranger and not to say hello.

But today because of Cen Sen's appearance, Jun Yi's interior was particularly restless. After get off work, many people made appointments to drink wine and gather for gossip.

"What's the matter with my youth? I graduated from Harvard and presided over the M&A case of Sikang at the age of 22. At that time, the M&A case caused Mr. Liu and Deputy Dong to be particularly angry, but the person was resolved by dividing by two. Call a Lisuo."

"I know he's great, isn't Shui Yunjian what he did too, that is... to take over the group directly, it feels a bit too young."

Another female colleague interjected: "I don't think it's a problem of being too young, it's a problem of being too handsome, looking like a star, I always feel unreliable."

"Handsome is not good, is it possible that you are willing to see Mr. Yu's face every day?"

Yu is always their marketing manager and looks like a stream of consciousness.

The room roared with laughter, and the atmosphere suddenly became relaxed.

"Does he have a girlfriend? It's a shame to be so handsome and not engage in office romance." A female colleague teased.

The male colleague sneered lightly, and burst the pink bubble that had just risen relentlessly when he spoke, "Returning his girlfriend, I got married early."

"married?"

"No, why haven't I heard of it."

"Who is his wife?"

"Married early in the British year."

Everyone was chattering.

The gossip expert contributed real information, "His wife belongs to the Ji family."

"Which Ji's family?"

"Which Ji family is there, of course the Ji family of Huadian."

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"...Do you know? He actually let me go to the Potala Palace with three knees and nine knees. Can you believe this is what a man said? I have never seen such a man in my life for more than 20 years. Also praise him, you simply don’t know anything about his meanness! What evil did I do in my last life...cough! cough cough..."

In the private ginseng soup between water and clouds, Ji Mingshu, who was being discussed by Junyi employees, was spitting out in a bath towel. She spoke too fast and was choked. She subconsciously held down the rocks by the pool and kept coughing.

Gu Kaiyang heard her insulting for a quarter of an hour, and his stomach hurts with laughter. While handing her a tissue, he also wiped tears from his eyes.

The temperature of the water in Tangchi was just 40 degrees, not too hot, but Ji Mingshu was so excited that after a while, he felt unable to breathe, "No more, no more."

She got up, changed into a dry bath towel to wrap her body, and walked toward the pool while pulling her long hair.

This Ji Mingshu’s exclusive ginseng private soup is in the deepest part of Shuiyun Tangchi Garden. Yichi built a small pavilion with carved palace lanterns on the eaves and surrounded by ancient screens. Green trees, flowers and grass can be seen in the day, and mist and warm yellow lights are intertwined at night. The two sceneries are interesting and interesting.

The service staff guarding outside the screen heard the movement. Those who took bathrobes took bathrobes, and those who handed tea handed tea.

Not long after, Gu Kaiyang followed. The two of them took a shower together, and then chatted to the SPA center.

When passing by the VIP lounge, Gu Kaiyang suddenly stopped, bending his elbow and hitting Ji Mingshu, raising his chin to signal, "Jiang Chun."

Ji Mingshu paused, followed Gu Kaiyang's gaze and looked over.

The waiter was serving a fruit salad to Jiang Chun, and his slightly bent body blocked most of his vision.

Rao is like this, Jiang Chun also saw them two from the gap sharply, and he was not afraid of death and actively called them by their names, "Ji Mingshu, Gu Kaiyang!"

Ji Mingshu smiled, exchanged glances with Gu Kaiyang tacitly, stepped on his long legs and walked in leisurely.

"Miss Jiang, rare guest."

Ji Mingshu sat generously next to Jiang Chun, with his legs crossed sideways, picking up a small silver fork without seeing it, and picking out a small piece of cucumber in the fruit salad.

Jiang Chun looked up and down the dresses of Ji Mingshu and Gu Kaiyang, and suddenly remembered something. No wonder she just took the VIP private soup year card and Junyi black gold card and couldn't go unimpeded in the garden. It turned out that Ji Mingshu belonged to the Tangchi.

She also crossed a piece of fruit, and said without a smile: "It's been a long time since I heard that your husband has returned to China. He accompanied Su Cheng to the zero-degree dinner last night and also took a necklace? That necklace is 1.2 million heavenly. Come on, your husband has lifted it more than four times, so generous."

Ji Mingshu Yun was calm and calm, "No way, our Asen has always been more enthusiastic about public welfare."

Our Assen...

Both Gu Kaiyang and Jiang Chun were numbed with goose bumps.

Ji Mingshu smirked at Jiang Chun regretfully, "It's a pity that you didn't go last night, oh by the way, why didn't you go last night?"

The goose bumps that Jiang Chun had just come out all shrank back, and his expression instantly solidified.

Not long ago, in order to sit in the front row of a certain brand's first show in the capital, Jiang Chun placed more than 4 million orders without blinking. He still showed the friendly relationship with the brand, and wanted to raise his eyes among the celebrities who looked down on her.

The brand was boycotted by digital fashion industry leaders due to serious plagiarism issues before Kexiu was launched.

The attitude of the brand is still very arrogant, and indirectly pulled out a melon field, the matter spread and fermented, and everyone knew it. In the end, the reputation became stinky and the show did not take place.

In fact, the fashion circle rarely puts people on plagiarism hats, and most of them are only interpreted as popular, classic, and similar creativity. It is not easy for this brand to lock itself tightly with the word "plagiarism".

Jiang Chun was mad. He called and abused the brand PR for three consecutive days, but he couldn't return the orders he had placed.

Because of this, she made a lot of jokes in the circle, and recently had to keep a low profile and rarely show up in front of others.

Suddenly being poked into the pain, Jiang Chun completely forgot the newly learned etiquette. The fruit bite and rattled, and he said expressionlessly, "No time."

Fortunately, at this moment, her fiance Yan Yu sent a message asking where she was, saying that he would come and pick her up for dinner.

Her complexion turned from cloudy to sunny, and she shook her phone towards Ji Mingshu, with a naive voice in her voice, "Yan Yu wants to pick me up for dinner, so I won't be with you. By the way, why didn't Mr. Cen be with you today?"

Ji Mingshu has never seen a woman who shows her affection.

She flirted with her long hair disapprovingly, showing the red marks on the side of her neck just right, resting her chin on her hand and said sweetly: "He is busy at work, usually with me at night." By the way, Jiang Chun threw an ambiguous wink.

Jiang Chun: "..."

What a bitch.