Your Most Faithful Companion

"What do you keep teasing her for, she is much more interesting than your plastic sisters."

After Jiang Chun left, Gu Kaiyang fiddled with the straw, squinting at Ji Mingshu.

Ji Mingshu said leisurely: "Just because it's funny, don't you think she looks like a penguin? So cute."

Gu Kaiyang had a meal, but did not know where to turn his eyes.

After teasing Jiang Chun, he did a full-body SPA. Ji Mingshu's mood was much better than when he was in the hot spring.

Unlike just opening their mouths to Jiang Chun to show off, Ji Mingshu and Cen Sen actually have very little contact. No matter at home or abroad, the two of them will not take the initiative to find each other, let alone those who accompany or not accompany at night, they usually meet at home. It depends on fate.

Cen Sen's conviction early in the morning made Ji Mingshu not even want to involve this fate.

She didn't return to Mingshui the whole weekend, so she was at ease in her apartment in the city center, thinking about changing the design drawings by the way.

I have to admit that Cen Sen's mockery hit her self-esteem. She repeatedly looked back at the drawings and the photos of the zero-degree dinner scene, suddenly rejoicing that on such occasions, the interior designer usually has no name.

Cen Sen didn't return to Mingshui Mansion either. He had just returned to China, and there were a lot of entertainment. Moreover, the company's great drama has just begun, so how can the protagonist leave early?

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On Monday, after Cen Sen’s transfer notice to take over the group, Junyi employees received another heavy bomb.

The intranet announced the notifications of dozens of high-level personnel changes without warning, including the day Cen Sen returned to the company, but he did not come forward and asked the secretary to give the current general manager, Huang Peng, who dismissed the horse.

These so-called personnel changes, to put it simply and clearly, are expulsions.

Outside the office of the President on the 68th floor, a row of black bodyguards stood up early in the morning.

Junyi Wonders Today——

Several high-level executives rushed to the president to discuss their opinions, and were finally dragged out by the bodyguards mercilessly into the elevator.

Some senior executives seem to be demented. After being dragged out, they completely ignore the usual image of being aloof and curse their father and mother in front of the employees.

People are probably strange creatures that don't hurt themselves and don't have a long memory. If a few years ago, Nancun worms were still entrenched in the company, they would be no stranger to today's scenes.

In comparison, Cen Sen's move was a bit gentle today. After all, the last time, he directly asked the bodyguard to throw people out of the group building.

Huang Peng was the last person to visit the president.

Huang Peng's name is relatively round and rough at first glance, but his body is thin, with gentle eyebrows, and a very stylish dress.

People who are close to the ears are well-maintained like the beautiful uncle in his early forties, and it fits well with the praise of graceful and elegant gentleman.

If it weren't for him to be so fond of things, and like to talk about life and philosophy before going to bed, a girl in her twenties would not want her son or me like Xibao.

"Uncle Huang, sit down."

Cen Sen invited him to his seat gently and politely, but it was difficult for Huang Peng to assume the calm posture that everything was under control in the past.

He stood upright, and there was an uncontrollable coldness in his voice, "Don't dare, I'm afraid I won't be able to reach this uncle and nephew."

"Uncle Huang, what are you talking about?" Cen Sen leaned back in his chair slightly, and said straightforwardly, "If it weren't for the face of Uncle Huang, how would I care about Xiaofeng. Xiaofeng is playing a little bit lightly now, according to me. Say, take a lesson."

Some things have been prepared for too long, and he no longer wants to go in circles.

When Huang Peng heard this, his pupil suddenly shrank.

Huang Zifeng is Huang Peng's only son. He has always been a stubborn boy since he was a child. He doesn't know anything about the good, and is proficient in everything that is bad. At the age of eighteen, he and Lao Tzu snatched up a woman.

However, the little girl likes mature and stable styles, abandoning him like a shoe, desperately insisting on following Huang Peng.

Because of this, the originally disharmonious father-son relationship has become worse and worse. In recent years, Huang Zifeng has been playing more and more fiercely outside. It is no exaggeration to say that he is a scum with all five poisons.

"What's wrong with Xiaofeng?"

Huang Peng's voice was low and it was not difficult to hear the tension in his words.

He has always beaten and scolded this incompetent son, but it is only such a single seedling who inherited the "Yellow" position. If he hadn't controlled him explicitly and was arrogant in secret, he would not have used Huang Zifeng to become such a waste.

Cen Sen clasped his hands and said slowly: "I was in Star City a few days ago. I happened to ran into Xiaofeng playing with a friend and was detained by the police. I have already said hello to the bureau, so Uncle Huang doesn't need to be nervous."

These days, he was busy dealing with the big actions of the father and son of the Cen family, and Huang Peng didn't have the time to manage where Huang Zifeng was roaming. Thinking back carefully, he hasn't heard of Huang Zifeng for about a week.

Huang Peng knew what virtue he cultivated. Last year, three men and three women skating|skated so much that he took a long time to get the people out. There was no sign of any movement after being detained for so long this time, and Cen Sen was clearly prepared.

The air fell silent for no reason at this moment.

Huang Peng's tense expression slowed down, and his attitude suddenly softened a lot. He thanked him first, and then began to clamor for the old friendship.

"Speaking of speaking, you and Xiaofeng are also considered brothers. When he was in high school, he had Brother Sen on his mouth every day. After so many years, he is not like you and not a good one."

As he said, he shook his head on his own.

It's a pity that Cen Sen looked plain, as if he hadn't heard him, opened a document at hand, and took off the pen with the cap, and pushed forward together.

"Retirement is a good thing. Uncle Huang will have time to discipline Xiaofeng in the future."

He only wore a tailor-made dark shirt today. When he raised his hand to tidy up his shirt, the silver square cufflinks on his wrist were faintly visible, just like the newly added black, white and gray metal elements in this office. It's all cold.

This contest has long won or lost.

Seeing that Cen Sen didn't take the emotional card at all, Huang Peng calmly stopped on his face, slowly became stiff, and then slowly retracted.

After a long silence, Huang Peng took a step forward.

He looked straight at Cen Sen, holding the pen very slowly, and refused to bend his waist. He didn't even look at the signature at the end of the document.

Cen Sen didn't avoid his sight either. After Zhou Jiaheng confirmed his signature, he said coldly: "Uncle Huang, don't worry, I will reserve a table for Xiaofeng in the Lan Building. If it is to catch the wind and dust, you are here now and the time is just right. Company affairs Many, I will not go."

Huang Peng's forehead was vaguely violent with blue veins, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and then he left the office without saying a word.

Although he didn't bend down from start to finish, his back when he left seemed not as tall as he was when he came in.

As people walked away, Zhou Jiaheng stepped forward, as if nothing happened just now, and reported to Cen Senhui: "Cen, the land in the north of Star City Jinsheng agreed to transfer, and Lu Dong has reduced it by 5%. I have prepared a gift for someone to give it. Going to Jinsheng, the Legal Department is going through the contract. It is expected that the contract can be signed this week."

Cen Sen nodded.

"This is the itinerary after the adjustment this week. Please take a look." Zhou Jiaheng handed the tablet over, "Also, call me from Nanqiao Hutong and ask you and your wife to have dinner tonight."

Cen Sen looked at the tablet, still nodding.

Without knowing what he thought of, he suddenly asked: "Madam is at home?"

Zhou Jiaheng observes his nose, nose, and heart, "in Bocui Tianhua."

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Bachui Tianhua is a famous hotel serviced apartment in Imperial Capital. In a place like the imperial capital, high housing prices are not uncommon. The reason why Bocui Tianhua is well known is that it relies on the cultural concept of the circle created by it.

At the beginning of the opening of Baicui Tianhua, there were rumors that it strictly reviewed the qualifications of home buyers and rejected the demand of many celebrities.

It is difficult to verify whether it was true or the real estate speculation at the beginning, but now, it has really been successfully built into a gathering place for blockchain bigwigs.

Ji Mingshu’s apartment here is a wedding gift given to her by her uncle Ji Rusong, occupying the entire floor of the top floor of Baicui Tianhua.

On one side is a nearly 20-meter-long arc-shaped panoramic floor-to-ceiling window, and on the other side is a wide balcony like a pavilion in the sky, offering unobstructed views of the south of the imperial capital.

Ji Mingshu raised a lot of flowers and trees on the balcony. Obviously he didn't know how to take care of the flowers in his greenhouse, but the flowers and trees that he raised savagely grew out of the posture of a strange garden, which was open and fresh.

When Cen Sen got downstairs, Ji Mingshu just corrected a satisfactory drawing.

She took the drawing to admire it repeatedly, wishing to call Gu Kaiyang and ask them to re-host a dinner immediately, then press Cen Sen to the scene, let him open his dog's eyes to see how amazing Miss Ji's true level is.

After repeatedly admiring it one hundred and eighty times, Ji Mingshu was satisfied to get up, stretched his waist, and stepped on a mess to fill the bathtub with water.

You don’t have to be so rules to live alone, she deliberately placed the bathtub in the sun room.

When the water was ready, she turned on the music and closed the curtain on the side facing the window, immersing the whole person in the warm water.

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Downstairs, Cen Sen made two phone calls to Ji Mingshu, but no one answered.

After going upstairs, he patiently rang the doorbell for another minute, and there was no sound inside, so he swiped his card to open the door.

The blame lies in the sound insulation of the house. It was silent outside. When the door was opened, there was a deafening sound of heavy metal music inside.

Cen Sen stood at the door, and for a moment, thought that Ji Mingshu, the eldest lady, was not willing to be lonely, and she wanted to find a bunch of low-intellectual creatures at home.

When he saw the messy but empty room in front of him, he heard the female rapper screamed with ignorant passion in the sound of music:

"Heyboy, lookatme!"

"..."

Cen Sen followed his reputation and saw Ji Mingshu sitting in the middle of the bubble, holding a loudspeaker in one hand, and holding the other hand up, making yoyo gestures to go up from time to time.

"Ji Mingshu is a fairy!"

"Fairy! Fairy!"

"The fairy who reverses all beings!"

"Fairy! Fairy!"

Although she didn't keep up with the beat, she was quite able to stir up the atmosphere. After singing a sentence by herself, she also vividly imitated the audience's response.

Cen Sen was forced to appreciate it for thirty seconds.

When he thought that this deadly passionate rap was over, rapper·Ji used his creative strength to tell him that everything was just the beginning.

"Ji Mingshu is a fairy!"

"Fairy! Fairy!"

"The fairy who makes you a minister under your skirt!"

"Fairy! Fairy!"

"The fairy you can't sleep!"

"Fairy! Fairy!"

"Your orientation sniper! Sniper! skr~!"

The sentence "skr" ended perfectly with the gesture of aiming and shooting, but the air fell into dead silence at this second.

Across the glass of the sun room, Ji Mingshu seemed to see a line written indifferently on Cen Sen's face: Oh, I'm asleep.