Chapter Six (Part Two).

After he coughed a few times, I hesitated to say words of concern on the side. I hesitated and took out a HelloKitty-patterned candy box from my bag and handed it to him, "I have loquat candy, this is good for soothing the throat..."

Su Wen looks like she wants to throw me directly out of the window.

Is it here?

Anlan, what did you say?

I nodded and opened the car door, hesitating to look back at him before getting off, wanting to say thank you and good night, but seeing him staring straight ahead without glancing at me, his posture restrained by the seatbelt, seemed strangely unnatural.

It's not appropriate, but there's nothing we can do! Originally, the meeting was scheduled for Monday, but it was suddenly moved up to today. Ye Jing is feeling unwell and refused to come. I wanted to handle it myself. The child's grandmother just called and said they've had a high fever for two days. They just went to the hospital and were told they need to be hospitalized. The old lady doesn't understand anything and can only cry on the phone... Su Wen quickly bit her lip, still maintaining a strong tone and expression, "This is also a good opportunity. It's good for you to go and leave an impression on Mr. Ji in advance."

This sentence is something I thought in my heart, or something I actually said, I'm not sure.

He chuckled, "Polishing, polishing, it might really be a quick guess."

He glanced at me and said, "The little girl can really bounce around, not bad, not bad."

The cover reads "Product Manual". Although it may not be any trade secret, I shouldn't casually browse through it.

Arriving at the company, I didn't even have time to explain to Su Wen. She looked very angry and immediately blamed me for being late.

This night I tossed and turned for a long time and couldn't fall asleep, my thoughts were scattered, and I didn't fall asleep until it was almost dawn.

However...

I think his complexion is good today, much better than that day. He just looks tired after getting off the plane and has a slight cough.

Others find it strange that Mr. Fan, who has such a bad temper, would believe me. In fact, people just empathize with each other.

I was completely confused listening to Su Wen's detailed instructions on matters needing attention. Finally, I nervously took the opportunity to interrupt her when she paused for breath and asked, "Su, is it appropriate for me to accompany General Ji to the meeting?"

Just as I had fallen asleep for a while, my phone rang by my pillow. I reluctantly opened my eyes and saw that it was Su Wen calling.

I didn't intend to please Mr. Fan, but gradually I realized that having good relationships with the driver, receptionist, and even the janitors could bring unexpected benefits. Although they have the lowest status in the company and are often overlooked, they are also the most closely related to everyone. They often see and hear more than anyone else, and their information is far more well-informed and versatile than you can imagine.

Sometimes, when I think about it, I have never deliberately flattered my boss. Instead, I am polite and considerate to these junior employees. It is important to maintain good relationships. Especially someone like Lao Fan, he is a good person. Sometimes when I feel frustrated, I would talk to this old uncle.

Don't underestimate Lao Fan just because he's a driver. He's actually a talented person in the company. Except for General Ji, he doesn't give good face to anyone, no matter who they are. He only drives for General Ji and manages the driver team. General Ji only recognizes him. As he puts it, he doesn't seek promotion or salary increase, he just focuses on driving well. Therefore, he doesn't rely on anyone the most.

I forced a smile and said, "Is this supposed to be a compliment?"

He turned his face away, placed his hands on the steering wheel, and said softly, "Let's go up and rest early."

What am I saying?

After arguing all the way, we finally arrived at the airport.

Get ready quickly. The driver is already waiting downstairs. First, go to the airport to pick up General Ji and give this to him. The company's meeting is at ten o'clock, and he only has time to look at it on the way. She handed over a thick and large notebook, speaking quickly, "Later, there will be a meeting with the new project design team, and there will be people from the design department. You just need to prepare the meeting minutes for General Ji."

As expected, he is the well-informed person around the boss. Even though Ye Jing's resignation was kept secret, he still found out.

Also, my dad really hates eating sugar, just like you... I suddenly stopped talking, looking at his expression, wishing to stuff my own mouth with socks—what kind of words are these? Comparing him to my old man, my dad is an old man in his fifties, while he is only in his thirties, a talented and promising young man...

The telephone on the table rang urgently, Su Wen picked it up, furrowed her brows, "Alright, she will be here soon."

I wanted to refute, but found myself at a loss for words. When this "good thing" falls on my head, if I explain it seriously, it may be misunderstood as being overly sensitive. Even someone as kind as Lao Fan may still think negatively of others. The more I say, the more mistakes I make. I fell silent, changed the topic, and continued to chat with him.

Ji Yuanyao was taken aback, then smiled. He took the candy from my hand, which was a face-saving gesture, but frowned after putting it in his mouth. "Why does it taste so strange?" I was puzzled and replied, "That's just the taste of Luo Han Guo candy. Haven't you ever had it before?"

When washing my face, I woke up by splashing cold water on it. General Ji came back for a meeting, why do I have to work overtime?

Received Ji Yuanyao's call, Lao Fan went to pick up his luggage for him, leaving me alone to accompany him.

I said, "Do you think I have what it takes?"

He stared at me without moving.

After that, Mr. Fan took good care of me.

But today, sitting in the car, I didn't feel like joking with him. I held a heavy booklet and absentmindedly stared into space.

I wonder how there is another person who doesn't like to eat sweets. Sugar and meat are indispensable in my life.

He often doesn't take others seriously, but he has a particularly good relationship with me. He always calls me "princess" in private and mocks me for being delicate. When I first joined the administrative department, he didn't give me a good face. Later, there was a time when several senior executives, including Mr. Ji, attended an event hosted by the government. Four drivers were sent to the venue, and Su Wen and I accompanied the service. There was a luncheon during the event, and Mr. Ji initially said he wouldn't go and would leave after the event, but that day he had a great time chatting with several officials and decided to stay.

It is said that objects resemble their owners. Does it mean that it is just like me, shameless, unable to remember and unable to learn to behave?

Mr. Fan is in his forties, calling him "Uncle" is not inappropriate. I often rely on him for small favors.

Hurry up and go, the driver is urging, don't be like last time when you picked up Chengzong, making the boss wait for you, isn't it ridiculous!

I got off the car, walked into the building, entered the elevator, and opened the door to the room. Sitting on the sofa, I suddenly felt my eyes dry, my whole body weak, and an overwhelming sense of disgust knocked me down. ... Lying on the sofa, with my eyes closed, I felt everything around me was unbearable, nothing was meaningful, Mu Yan, the general secretary, and the damn job... Get away from me as far as possible. Lying on the sofa, with my eyes closed, I felt everything around me was unbearable, nothing was meaningful, Mu Yan, the general secretary, and the damn job... Get away from me as far as possible.

He noticed my surprise and smiled gently, saying, "Men generally don't like to eat sweets."

He saw that it was me who came to pick him up, but didn't ask anything and just nodded.

Do you think I'm stupid?

I looked at him, and suddenly my throat became dry and hoarse, so hoarse that it hurt.

Old Fan was also a bit silent, driving on the highway. After exchanging a few random words with me, he suddenly asked, "I said, is it possible that you are going to replace Ye Jing's shift?"

He suddenly turned around, his gaze piercing.

I hurriedly carried the valuable items, rushed into the elevator, and then rushed out of the garage, only to see the eye-catching Mercedes-Benz parked in front.

He turned his head to look at me, the angle of his profile, the expression of his smile, all the same as in my memory, as if time and space had overlapped.

He shook his head, "I don't like to eat candy."

The driver, Lao Fan, saw that it was me and pushed his sunglasses in surprise, saying "Why, it's you, little missy?"

Today's Anlan is not the same as the Anlan back then. I shook my head and smiled as if nothing had happened, "Goodnight, General Mu."

What am I stepping on? I'm not a sandbag. I shouted at it angrily.

I made a bitter melon face, "I was forced to become a strong man."

Mu Yan's voice rang in my ears, and I suddenly came to my senses. The car had already stopped downstairs at my house.

Su Wen sent me out to eat by myself. She accompanied me alone, probably thinking that small people should not appear in public. When I was eating at a nearby KFC, I suddenly remembered that there were a few drivers waiting there hungry. They dared not leave their cars, not knowing when the boss would summon them. When I returned, I brought them each a meal. I saw them eating biscuits with mineral water. I didn't expect Lao Fan to be so moved. I didn't know that hunger was a common occurrence for these drivers. Su Wen never cared about these things, as if it was normal for drivers to suffer hunger for their bosses. When I returned, I brought them each a meal. I saw them eating biscuits with mineral water. I didn't expect Lao Fan to be so moved. I didn't know that hunger was a common occurrence for these drivers. Su Wen never cared about these things, as if it was normal for drivers to suffer hunger for their bosses.

I was startled and sat up, then I collected my thoughts and realized it was indeed Saturday.

Weizhen Tian jumped up, pressed his big head against my leg, and rubbed it, while his fleshy claws stepped on me one after another.

After I finished speaking, I remembered that I had asked someone in the meeting room if they wanted sugar last time.

This cat is usually quite self-respecting. Today, even after I scolded it, it didn't sulk and run away, shamelessly came over and rubbed against my hand.

Anlan, General Ji has returned early. There is an important meeting at ten o'clock, and you need to come and work overtime. Su Wen's voice was like a bucket of cold water pouring down from above my head. I reluctantly agreed, lay back down, and clung to the pillow for a while, before finally getting up in pain.

Let's talk about it later!