Xu Yiming stomped his feet hard, "Let the fuck let me go!"

Chu Zhao was almost displaced by his facial features and his temper became terrified, "I just don't let go!"

The two eyes each had their own fire and stared at each other without any worries.

Over there, Xiang Wenxun and Tao Le have finished fighting.

Xiang Wenxun bent down and picked up the clothes thrown on the ground, put them in an orderly manner, and rushed to Tao Le, who was sitting on the ground with a bruised nose and a swollen face, and said, "Let Mr. Jie accompany you to the infirmary."

Tao Le swallowed all the refusal.

Xiang Wenxun raised his chin to Jie, "Anyway, you have nothing to do tonight, go."

Jie Shao's index finger twitched.

Jiang Xueyan hurriedly said, "Is it me who is really okay? Let me go."

Xiang Wenxun raised her hand and immediately suppressed her smile, "I have something to look for you."

Jiang Xueyan looked at Mr. Jie worriedly.

Major General Jie slowly put his twitching fingers into his pants pocket and supported Tao Le with his other hand.

Tao Le was flattered and slipped several times before he stood up. The look he looked at Xiang Wenxun was definitely even more close than his own father.

Xu Yiming didn't stare at Chu Zhao anymore, and turned around and said, "I'm idle, I'll take him to the infirmary."

Xiang Wenxun said: "I have something to look for you, too."

Xu Yiming's mouth twitched, and he turned his head unwillingly.

Seeing Tao Le and Jie Shao leave, Wang Xiaoming was just not sure why he was called, but saw Chu Zhao keep winking at him.

...

Could it be that Xiang Wenxun beat Tao Le because Tao Le got drunk last night? But Tao Le didn't do anything at that time?

Wang Xiaoming walked to Xiang Wenxun with confusion and whispered: "Mr. Xiang, don't you think I beat him up?"

Xiang Wenxun's eyes flashed and he said lightly: "Do you feel relieved?"

...

It's really because of him?!

Wang Xiaoming didn't know whether to show happiness or guilt for a moment, and said embarrassedly: "He didn't do anything to me, he was just drunk."

"It's okay." Xiang Wenxun raised his hand and touched his hair.

Wang Xiaoming was stunned.

Since he became sensible, no one would touch his hair like this. Even Chang Haitao only occasionally patted his shoulders. As Xiang Wenxun's palm left, he found that in these short three seconds, he began to greed for the warmth and gentleness of his palms.

Jiang Xueyan is not a person who expresses her emotions. Although she is surprised, she does not show it.

Xu Yiming saw too much about this kind of thing and didn't feel anything surprising at all.

Compared to their calmness, the shark's skills were a little worse. His eyes, which were already quite large, were supported to the maximum, and he looked like he was a ghost.

Xiang Wenxun calmly brushed his clothes and smiled at Wang Xiaoming, "Eat together tonight."

There seemed to be some magic in his smile, which made Wang Xiaoming nod involuntarily and said, "Okay."

Xiang Wenxun touched his hair again, and then took Jiang Xueyan and Xu Yiming into the elevator.

Chu Zhaochong was still staring at Wang Xiaoming in the direction of the elevator and waved, "There are no more people, don't look at them."

Wang Xiaoming came back to his senses and said shyly: "Manager Chu."

Chu Zhao sighed and said, "I asked you to put out the fire, who knew you were just watching the fire."

Wang Xiaoming's face turned redder.

"Okay, go to work." Xu Yiming stepped on it just now, but his instep was still numb. Chu Zhao waved to the shark.

The shark came to support him very consciously.

Chu Zhao was about to leave, but Wang Xiaoming blocked his way. "What are you doing?" His relaxed nerves suddenly became tense again.

While observing his face, Wang Xiaoming said carefully: "I want to do some substantial work."

Chu Zhao said expressionlessly: "I understand. If you have such a thing in the future, I will definitely be the first to think of you and give you another chance to show off and make contributions."

Wang Xiaoming is also very strong and strong.

"Don't take the persuasion of the fight seriously." Chu Zhao quickly interrupted him, "The safety and stability of a team are crucial, not to mention that both are the heads. Do you understand how important a stable decision-making level is to a company? How big an unstable factor will the decision-making level bring to the company? Go back and think about it carefully, think about the importance of this and tell me."

Wang Xiaoming was stunned by his words. When Chu Zhao left and disappeared, he murmured: "How important is it?"

Barr sneered behind him: "It's so important that it's dispensable."

"..." Wang Xiaoming lowered his head.

When Barr saw that he didn't refute for most of the day, he was a little anxious, "What are you thinking?"

"Nothing." Wang Xiaoming's voice was low and he walked towards the office in a dejected manner.

Bar suddenly grabbed him, but Wang Xiaoming failed to stand firm and fell into his arms.

Although others cannot see it, for him, Barr truly exists, can see it, and can touch it.

Wang Xiaoming felt a powerful heartbeat coming from his chest, as if he was a divine needle to calm the anxiety and unwillingness in his heart.

"How long will you stay?" Barr asked impatiently above his head.

Wang Xiaoming and his province immediately retreated.

He was irritable when approaching, and even more irritable when away. Barr couldn't figure out his thoughts, so he simply blamed him, "You can't even walk well, you're really going to be successful but not enough to make trouble."

Wang Xiaoming felt as if someone had punched her chest hard, and all the negative emotions surged into his heart, "It's all my fault, otherwise Mr. Xiang wouldn't have fought with Tao Le."

Barr sneered: "Do you really think Xiang Wenxun is fighting for you?"

"Isn't it?" Wang Xiaoming looked up in surprise.

"The only people who know that Tao Le is drunk and pestering you, Tao Le, Jie Shao and Xu Yiming, who do you think will tell Xiang Wenxun?"

Wang Xiaoming thought for a while and spoke tentatively: "Xu Yiming?"

Barr glanced at him angrily, "Xu Yiming doesn't know your relationship with Xiang Wenxun, he's full and says?"

"Then, Tao Le himself?"

"Why don't you guess Mr. Jie?"

"I don't think he is such a person." Wang Xiaoming said in surprise, "You think it's him?"

"No." Bar said, "The answer is, Xiang Wenxun didn't know what happened last night."

"But..." Wang Xiaoming recalled the conversation between himself and Xiang Wenxun, and realized that from beginning to end, Xiang Wenxun did not admit that he had vented his anger for him, but he just wanted to cooperate with his induction.

Bar said: "Did you figure it out?"

Wang Xiaoming nodded slowly.

"It means you're just a fool, not an idiot."

"..." Wang Xiaoming said, "Since it's not because of me, why did Xiang fight with Tao Le?"

"Curious?" Barr said.

Seeing that his face was not kind, Wang Xiaoming smiled dryly and said, "I'm just a little curious."

"Didn't he ask you for supper? You won't ask him yourself?"

Wang Xiaoming said in confusion: "Are you angry?"

Barr was stunned, "Why am I angry?"

“…Yes, why are you angry?”

Barr's forehead was scratching black lines, "I'm not angry."

Wang Xiaoming looked at him suspiciously.

Barr stretched out his hand and waved it. The paintings on both sides of the corridor suddenly flew up, colliding with each other in the air, and falling to the ground.

Wang Xiaoming was stunned.

Barr was very calm and he was lying on his cuffs, "Look, I'm not angry at all."

“…”

The restaurant where Xiang Wenxun brought Wang Xiaoming to dinner was a guest restaurant in the Ginquard, which was more than ten times higher than the employee restaurant.

The pianist sat behind the black grand piano and played it with merriment. The music was like the spring water in the artificial pool next to the restaurant, flowing endlessly.

However, the scene of Feihua impressed Wang Xiaoming too deeply, and even in such an elegant environment, the banging sound of paintings colliding still sounded in my mind.

"Not to your taste?" Xiang Wenxun's eyes fell on the plate that he had only eaten two bites in front of him.

Wang Xiaoming quickly put the meat on the fork into his mouth, "No, I'm just not used to it."

Xiang Wenxun smiled and said, "Then we come every day until you get used to it."
To be continued...