"Isn't Director Zhang here?" The male voice on the other end of the phone sounded a little anxious.
The secretary just raised his head and cast a pleading look at the person in front of him. He paused for a moment before looking down at the person on the phone again, "Sorry, Director Zhang is still abroad, and we can't contact him yet. ”
Wen Siheng's face darkened. Are you still abroad?
According to the news he has received so far, Zhang Peiwen clearly returned to China overnight yesterday. How could he still be abroad?
Or was Zhang Peiwen rushing to the airport late at night, not actually returning to China? Instead, he went somewhere else?
The worst thing is that Zhang Peiwen did return to China, but the people in the secretary's office were unwilling to let him know. No matter which of the above situations, it was definitely not what Wen Siheng wanted to see.
Since spending time with Jian Anran, he may not understand other things, but Wen Siheng knows Jian Anran's character very well.
Even if someone bought an extra bottle of water for her today, she would immediately buy another bottle to return it tomorrow. She would never accept someone else's favor in vain.
She has her own little self-esteem, and Wen Siheng knows this very well.
Anyone with a discerning eye can tell what Shen Huainan is thinking at a glance, let alone Wen Siheng, who is considered "sophisticated". After all, age and qualifications are there, and Wen Siheng can tell at a glance what these young people are thinking. .
It would be great if Jian Anran knew that her job was a "favor" from others. Wen Siheng even looked forward to seeing them fall out——
Nothing.
For the first time, his thoughts were as busy as fetching water from a bamboo basket.
It seems that his face is not that important to Zhang Peiwen, or in other words, Zhang Peiwen has something more important than his face.
What is it? Wen Siheng thought for a long time after hanging up the phone but still couldn't figure it out.
……
"Want to go to dinner together?" Shen Huainan smiled at Jian Anran.
She had been inexplicably busy all morning today, and Jian Anran's forehead had already become shiny, and the broken hair on her forehead fell down and stuck to her face randomly.
She seemed to be so slovenly in front of Shen Huainan, or in front of anyone else. She did not hesitate to expose her truest self to the sun, and did not hide anything from anyone.
Of course, the above are all Shen Huainan's personal subjective thoughts. Even Jian Anran herself has not been able to understand Jian Anran's true thoughts.
Want to eat? Jian Anran thought about Shen Huainan’s much-anticipated identity and shook her head subconsciously.
Shen Huainan probably sensed Jian Anran's concerns, and then pointed in the direction of his office, "How about I order takeout and come to the office to eat together?"
There was no hesitation this time, and Jian Anran nodded immediately.
To be honest, I have only seen the luxurious president's office online, and Jian Anran has not really seen what the future heir's office of the company will look like.
But the more important reason is that it is almost lunch time and she has no intention of working anymore. She might as well fish with Shen Huainan upstairs.
"Please come in." The moment Shen Huainan pushed open the office door, Jian Anran suddenly felt like "the crystal is like a newly opened mirror and the cold light has just emerged from the box."
Shen Huainan's office can be said to have a 270-degree large glass floor-to-ceiling window. It is located on the 36th floor and has the entire Luojiang city under its feet.