Chapter 121 The workplace crisis stopped her from working

"it's already over."

   Pei Zhen couldn't hear him sigh.

   They have been in a relationship for so many years, and they all understand each other's temperament, and some words don't need to be said.

   He poured wine into Lin Kanglu's glass: "You drink this glass, and we won't care about you being a shriveled turtle."

   "Do one?"

   "Don't even think about it, just drink it!"

  Lin Kanglu drank a glass of wine with a smile.

   He narrowed his eyes and went to pick up the peanuts again, trying to suppress the spiciness in his throat: "Do you two want to eat more?"

   "I can't eat any more."

   "Just another bag of peanuts is enough."

   Seeing him putting peanuts on a plate, Pei Zhen exchanged glances with Chu Kui: "When are you going to meet Hongyuan?"

   "No plan."

   "Are you still angry with him?"

  Lin Kanglu did not speak.

   He remembered that Lin Hongyuan, who had been rejected many times but kept coming in, could not be soft-hearted.

   "Old man Lin, he's your own son!" Chu Kui saw through his emotions and said quickly, "How can father and son have an overnight feud?"

   Pei Zhen echoed: "We can understand your feelings, but who didn't make mistakes when they were young? You are so old, you may not want to hide in this village for the rest of your life?"

   "Hongyuan has been married for so long, and you haven't even drunk the tea that his wife's daughter-in-law honored. It's spread out that you want her to behave?"

   "Yeah, you can't talk too much!"

" "

   "Okay." He wiped the corners of his mouth: "I'll think about it and talk about it later."

   Hearing that there was a play, Pei Zhen and Chu Kui happily clinked glasses and discussed his birthday.

   The hearty laughter they made, accompanied by the breeze blew past the ears of the three people in the courtyard.

   Chu Yuzhou, who was leaning on the reclining chair, held a dog's tail grass in his mouth: "What are they talking about?"

   "Are you going in to listen?"

   "Forget it, I don't want to move."

  Lin Jiao looked at his flushed face: "Do you want to drink hangover soup? I'll cook it for you."

   "No." He folded his hands behind his head: "I just get on my face easily, but I'm actually not drunk."

   "Is your heart beating fast?"

   "Unhappy."

   "That's good." Lin Jiao was relieved.

   She yawned and leaned into Pei Zhi's arms, the sun falling from the tree cracks sprinkled on her eyelashes: "Uncle, I'll sleep for a while."

   "It's easy to catch a cold when you sleep here."

   "But I want to bask in the sun."

   Pei Zhi went into the bedroom and found two blankets.

   He first threw one to Chu Yuzhou, then hugged her and lay down on another reclining chair: "How long will I be calling you?"

   "Forty minutes later."

   "Then I'll set an alarm clock."

   "Yeah." Lin Jiao pressed close to his chest.

   She listened to his heartbeat, and in an absolutely stable environment, she closed her eyes that were stained with broken light.

  The chirping of insects and birds lingered in the ears, and the birds parked on the branches flapped their wings, casting shadows over the sleeping faces.

  The golden wheel hanging on the horizon gradually falls from the west with the passage of time, leaving only a little afterglow shining on the mountains.

  The Mercedes-Benz parked on the edge of the field also drove along the mountain path towards the noisy city when night fell.

  *

   Monday's busy schedule starts with the morning meeting.

   The employees sitting around the conference room, listening to Pan Jun in front of the projector, pointed out a series of questions.

   He first criticized and then praised several employees in turn, and then looked at Lin Jiao: "There is a big problem with the writing you submitted last week."

"which aspect?"

   "To pile up words and leave enough content for customers to read, it is easy to make people tired."

   "I don't think I have the problem you mentioned." Lin Jiao put down the pen and retorted neither humble nor arrogant.

   She met Pan Jun's gaze: "This time, the customer groups are different, and the necessary descriptions must be indispensable."

  Pan Jun caught the gazes of others, and for the first time felt the majesty of being challenged.

   He said slowly: "It is indeed necessary, but you have piled up too many parts."

   "Have you really read my writing?"

   "I have carefully read every piece of writing you submitted, there is no doubt about that."

  Lin Jiao wanted to laugh.

   She said calmly: "According to the process, all the proposals I submitted need to be reviewed and approved by Manager Wu before handing them over to you, right?"

  Pan Jun understood what she meant.

   He glanced at Wu Xiuwen next to him: "Your problem is not enough to abandon the whole plan."

   "But I have no problem at all."

   "It's good for young people to have self-confidence, but from a professional point of view, you still need to improve and learn."

  Lin Jiao frowned.

   She caught the deep meaning in his eyes, and had an ominous premonition: "What do you mean?"

   "In the next period of time, you can learn from them again, and you don't need to write for the time being."

  Pan Jun's words made the conference room fall into silence.

The employees around    felt that it was unfair, but most of them had no idea of ​​taking a stand for Lin Jiao.

   Only Wu Xiuwen and Zheng Yi stood up.

  The former said in a fair manner: "Xiao Lin's work has always been excellent, I don't think she has the need to study."

   The same is true for the latter: "I have also read the writing she submitted, and I did not find the problem you mentioned."

  Pan Jun's face became more and more ugly.

   He impatiently put down the document in his hand and put his hands on the table: "I let her study for her good, not for her harm!"

   "Sorry, I don't accept your kindness."

"you…"

   "Pan Jun!" A sharp female voice sounded.

   The plump middle-aged woman pushed open the door of the conference room and glared at him angrily.

   She took out a stack of photos from her bag and threw it in front of the employee: "Is this why you insist on divorce from me?"

   "What nonsense are you talking about!?"

   "The evidence is here, why don't you admit it?"

  Pan Jun hurriedly grabbed the photo with a rare panic in his eyes: "Don't use the processed pictures to frame me!"

   "Isn't she in your company? You asked her to confront her! Do you dare?!"

   "Get out of here!"

   "Is this urgent?" She put her hands around her chest: "I tell you Pan Jun, I will let you down and my name is not Li!"

   Pan Jun was afraid that things would get bigger, so he dragged her to the next office and slammed the door.

  After they left, the remaining employees picked up the photos they had left behind and exclaimed when they saw what Xiaosan looked like.

   "It's actually Zhao Lan?"

   "My God, I can't see it!"

   "How did these two get together? I never saw them say a few words before?"

   "It's good to hide."

   "He's going to get cold this time."

  “…”

   After watching a good show, Wu Xiuwen put away the photos and ended the unfinished morning meeting ahead of schedule.

   He stopped Lin Jiao: "Xiao Lin, your work attitude is obvious to all, there is no need to care about his opinion."

   "I know." Most of Lin Jiao's suffocated breath dissipated when his wife appeared.

   She guessed Pan Jun's fate and said with a smile, "You are more suitable for managing the planning department than him."

   (end of this chapter)