Wenrou heard the young lady at the front desk swallow a mouthful of saliva.
Wenrou: "Let's eat together?"
The lady at the front desk: "No, we can't eat at work."
The front desk of a company represents the company's image, so eating in the lobby is really not a good idea.
Wenrou: "That's so pitiful. I didn't eat in the morning and I will be hungry all morning."
The lady at the front desk: "It's okay, it's inevitable that I won't have time for breakfast."
Wenrou: "How about this, while there's no one around now, I'll divide some of the buns for you and put them in the bathroom. You go there and eat a few bites quickly." The bathroom is the only place in the company that is not monitored.
The lady at the front desk was shaken: "Isn't this bad?" But she couldn't help but said, "They are the soup dumplings from Lao Pickles' shop outside." In fact, she already agreed with her in her stomach.
Wen Judao: "No problem at all. You have a really good sense of smell, just like the soup dumplings from the old pickle family."
She carried the box toward the back bathroom.
The restrooms in large companies are very clean, with a bathroom inside and a sink outside.
There is no surveillance in the bathroom, and the lady at the front desk is only safe here to eat.
Wenrou opened the box, put a few on the lid, took it out herself, and left the rest for the little sister.
Wenrou walked back to the hall: "I'm watching from here."
The young lady showed a grateful expression, ran to the bathroom quickly, took a bite of half a bun, and it turned out to be the soup dumplings from the Lao Pickles family, so delicious.
Although Nanxiang Xiaolongbao is the most famous in the magic city, because it is far away and you have to queue up to buy it, my sister often eats the soup dumplings from this old pickle restaurant, and she prefers the taste of this restaurant.
The young lady quickly ate the buns and felt better in her stomach. The buns were so delicious!
Wen Judao: "Can I order another cup of soy milk for you?"
The young lady waved her hands hurriedly: "No, no, we are not allowed to eat at work. I have a bad stomach. If I don't eat in the morning, I will feel very uncomfortable. After eating your steamed buns, I feel much better."
Wen Rouhun didn't care: "It's just a little effort."
The young lady said, "If Mr. Wen passes by here, I will give you a cough."
Wenrou continued to sit on the sofa and waited, while ordering snacks and melon seeds.
Around eleven o'clock in the morning, the elevator door opened and two men walked out.
One is in his twenties and the other is in his forties.
Wenrou is dozing off.
The young lady coughed repeatedly, and the two men passing by almost thought she had pharyngitis.
Douzi yelled in his mind before Wenrou woke up.
Wenrou opened her eyes and saw the two people who had walked to the door. She heard the young lady coughing and said hurriedly: "Wen Zixian, wait a moment."
The two men turned their heads at the same time and looked at her.
Wenrou was in a dilemma for a moment, which of the two was Wen Zixian?
No matter what, I might as well try both.
Wenrou's hands went deep into the pockets of her skirt, and Douzi quickly passed the letter into Wenrou's hands.
Wenrou stood up and limped towards the two of them.
As she got closer, she realized that the young man between the two looked familiar.
"Is that Wen Zixian of yours?" Wenrou asked directly.
The young man said, "What do you want?"
Wenrou confirmed again: "Which of you is Wen Zixian? I have a letter from him here." She shook the letter in her hand as she spoke.
The young man stretched out his hand and said, "I am."
After receiving the affirmation, Wenrou handed the kraft paper letter to the young man, consciously paying attention to the completion of the task.
Wen Rouguang was thinking about the completion of the task, but she didn't realize that when Wen Zixian saw the handwriting on the envelope, his pupils shrank suddenly.
He quietly tore open the sealed brown paper and took out the letter paper.
The letter paper was not thick, only three pages. Wen Zixian quickly read the letter and looked up at Wenrou: "What do you want to do?"
Wen Rou was wondering in her heart. She obviously got the letter from this person and read the content of the letter. Why is the task status still unfinished? Suddenly she heard Wen Zixian ask and was stunned: "Ah, deliver the letter. Are you sure it's Wen Zixian?"
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Wen Zixian shook the letter in his hand: "Just sending a letter?"
Wenrou nodded: "Ah."
Wen Zixian said coldly: "I received the letter."
After saying that, he turned around, crumpled the letter paper and envelope into a ball, threw them into the trash can next to him, and walked out of the door without looking back.
The older man glanced at Wen Rou, turned around and followed Wen Zixian's footsteps.
Wenrou was still stunned: the letter was clearly delivered, why is the mission status still unfinished?
Douzi: "We don't know, it must be that the task did not meet the requirements. Let's study the task description again." Douzi said that he had already started to study the task description and wording.
Wenrou walked to the trash can and picked up the crumpled letter paper and envelopes.
The envelope read the addressee: Wen Zixian, Jinsuiyue Group, Zhixin Industrial Park, Pudong New District, Shanghai.
The signature is only the first name: Wen Ruozhen.
The address to which the letter was sent was not stated.
Douzi said: "To complete the mission, Wen Zixian needs a letter of approval. Is it because Wen Zixian did not approve the letter, so our mission shows that it is not completed?"
Wen Judao: "What you said makes sense."
Wenrou walked towards the young lady at the front desk: "Are you sure that person just now is Wen Zixian?"
The lady at the front desk: "Yes, that's our Mr. Wen. Our Mr. Wen, right?"
"Do you have an old Mr. Wen named Wen Zixian?" Wenrou thought that maybe the task was not completed because the person who sent the letter was wrong.
The young lady at the front desk: "Of course not. Our former Mr. Wen was the former Mr. Wen, who was also Mr. Wen's mother."
Wen Rou: "Does Wen Zixian take his mother's surname?"
"Yes, our little Mr. Wen takes his mother's surname."
"What was your former President Wen's name? Are you retired now?" Since everyone is talking about the former President Wen, he must be no longer President Wen.
"Our former President Wen was called Wen Ruozhen, and he has passed away."
Wenrou lowered her head and glanced at the sender on the envelope, Wen Ruozhen.
So this is a letter from a dead mother to her son.
That's right. The recipient of the letter is Wen Ruozhen's son Wen Zixian. Why does the task show that it is not completed?
Wenrou and Douzi have many doubts, but the mission must continue.
At least today I finally know who Wen Zixian is.
Wenrou decided to go back to recuperate and think about the mission.
Saying goodbye to the lady at the front desk, Wenrou limped back to the hotel.
New front desk lady: “Are you a guest of 606?”
Wen Judao: "Yes, is something wrong?"
The front desk lady hurriedly said: "No, no, our manager said that he will visit you when you come back. Is it convenient for you?"
Wenrou: "I plan to take a lunch break, let's talk about it in the afternoon."
"Okay, okay. If you need anything, call us."
Wenrou took the elevator to her room on the sixth floor. Her hands were all bruised, so she didn't wash her hands and just lay down on the bed.
Chu Chu was floating around in the room, and Wenrou felt that she was dazzled by her floating, so she said, "Chu Chu, why don't you listen to the gossip?"