From the first floor to the ninth floor, all the previously fortified doors were opened instantly. Whether it was the lobby or each floor along the road, waves of commotion seemed to be faintly aroused among the staff on duty at the grassroots level.
"All departments, please pay attention. We have reached the second floor, the third floor, the fourth floor..." The security guard in the lobby just now swallowed nervously, not even daring to blink, and stared at the elevator display.
screen, for fear that the elevator would stop at any floor.
"Ding——"
"We're on the ninth floor, nih floor." The elevator door opened, and the receptionist from Zhongling was already standing at the door.
The person in the elevator shook the drink he was holding on his index finger, pulled down his sunglasses and glanced at the girl in front of him.
"Didn't I not inform you? Why did you come out all the time?"
The receptionist was a little nervous, and she didn't dare to raise her head. "My colleague happened to see you downstairs just now, so I'll come and open the door for you first."
The person inside didn't seem to want to answer the front desk, and walked straight out of the elevator, "Look, if you just record my face, wouldn't this be a problem?"
The receptionist swallowed and pushed the scattered hair behind his ears.
"Forget it," he waved his hand, "Where is your seating chart? Show it to me."
The receptionist wanted to refuse, but she didn't dare to directly offend the person in front of her. She subconsciously looked at the door, and her boss who was standing there just now disappeared in an instant——
Everyone has always adhered to the principle of hiding from the person in front of them. If they can't confront each other head-on, they must run far away. This is what the front desk leader told her on her first day of employment.
This frightening Buddha opened the computer at the front desk unscrupulously, and dug out the company's seating chart from the folder with ease.
He poked the screen with his fingertips and drew a line along the table on the screen. Like a vampire who finally locked eyes, he curled up the corners of his lips and walked straight towards the end of the corridor with his drink in hand.
"Chu Chen? Why are you here?" When Jian Anran saw him walking over with a drink, it was as if he had encountered a ghost in broad daylight.
Chu Chen? Hearing this name, other people in the department poked their heads out and looked here curiously.
Is it really Chu Chen?
He was wearing sunglasses, a casual shirt and shorts, and limited-edition sneakers that he just flew to the United States to auction last week.
His smile was quite cynical. He just smiled, took off his sunglasses with one hand, and placed the dripping milk tea on Jian Anran's table.
"I sent you a WeChat message, but you didn't reply to me, so I came directly." He took a piece of paper from Zhang Gong's table next to him, wiped the water on the milk tea cup, and helped Jian Anran insert it.
Up the straw.
The milk tea was handed to Jian Anran's mouth. She looked up and saw the strange looks from other people in the department. She looked away with some embarrassment and lowered her voice: "What are you doing here?"
Chu Chen looked innocent: "Didn't I tell you just now? If you don't reply to my WeChat message, I will come directly."
"Here? Where?" Jian Anran asked, "How did you tell the front desk? Isn't there an access control downstairs?"
Chu Chen shrugged, with a look like "Don't ask me, I don't know either". Seeing that Jian Anran had no intention of drinking milk tea, he took her hand and put the milk tea into Jian Anran's hand.
"Three cents sugar, less ice, make sure it's still ice cold when you get it." The person in front of him looked proud, and he pulled over Mr. Zhang's chair and sat down.