Chapter 12 chapter 12 That piece of chocolate, originally...

Expensive suits are difficult to take care of. Zhao Manzhi found the only after-sales store in Shanghai, but was told that it was only open to members. After many twists and turns, she finally borrowed a membership from Chen Muchuan and finished the laundry before work.

Chen Muchuan was very interested in the men's suit that suddenly appeared in her hand. He asked about the owner of the suit in a roundabout way. When he heard that it was her boss, he replied meaningfully, "Okay." Zhao Manzhi hated his tone. When she came back to get clothes and made an appointment with Fang Ling for dinner, she complained: "He has such a big fish pond, but he is still worried about losing my fish? What a strange possessiveness."

Fang Ling pursed her lips and smiled: "You just received his kindness, and now you turn around and say this to him. You are also relying on his kindness."

"Really?" Zhao Manzhi unconsciously stirred a ball of pasta, "Anyway, he also used me to ward off peach blossoms. He sacrificed his reputation for so long. It's nothing to say a few bad things behind his back." "

That's right, you are the most impressive one."

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Zhao Manzhi suddenly remembered that on the way home that day, she subconsciously played Chen Muchuan as the most impressive card.

But even so, it only earned Zhuang Youkai's faint smile of "Little boy".

Fang Ling picked up another shrimp ball, and seeing that she was still in a trance, she stretched out her hand and waved it in front of her eyes, "What are you thinking about?"

"Oh, nothing." Zhao Manzhi put the pasta into her mouth. She was thinking about something, and no matter how she ate, it tasted bland. "You're right, I think I went a little too far." "

?" Fang Ling's eyes widened. Zhao Manzhi, who was always like a high-spirited swan, suddenly reflected on herself? "Manman, what's wrong with you?" "

I just thought... I also used Chen Muchuan as a shield."

"Someone is pursuing you? Then you should give up when you know the difficulty."

In the eyes of college students in their early twenties, Chen Muchuan, a rich second-generation with excellent character and academic performance, is considered the ceiling of mate selection.

"No, he doesn't take it seriously at all." After explaining, Zhao Manzhi felt something was wrong and added, "No, he didn't pursue me either."

"Then why are you using Chen Muchuan to scare you?" Fang Ling smiled, "It can be seen that he is really not defeated."

After listening to her friend's words, she realized belatedly, yes, what is she competing for? She had to save face in front of Zhuang Youkai.

But the gap between them was so huge that the best choice in her eyes pales in comparison to him.

She only kept her worries to Zhao Manzhi for a while, went shopping and had a meal with Xiaoling, and when she got home, all her worries disappeared.

The next day, she took her suit jacket to Huanye, and took a taxi to avoid wrinkling it. She didn't see Zhuang Youkai when she arrived, and only after asking Uncle Ning did she know that there was an emergency meeting to be held, so she arrived early in the morning.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Manzhi took the key to Zhuang Youkai's lounge from Uncle Ning, hung up her suit in the dressing room, and when she came back, she couldn't help gossiping, "Logically, I should be the one to handle the work."

"Mandy, did you go to bed early?" Lu Qianning asked suddenly, "There aren't many young people who don't stay up late."

Later, Zhao Manzhi learned that a hot search exploded in the middle of the night last night. An indecent video of a certain internet celebrity was circulated on the Internet, setting off a wave of melon-eating craze. As a background board, Huanye Hotel was also innocently shot.

Originally, this kind of thing didn't have such a high public relations level, but it seemed that someone deliberately led the rhythm, saying that the VIPs of Huanye Hotel were mixed, and many peripherals used it as a base, just short of saying it was a den of prostitution. 

All high-end hotels and luxury goods are of the same nature. As a face for the rich, this will inevitably make those who used to have Huanye Diamond VIP cards very angry. A flood of complaint calls came in. Zhuang Youkai was half asleep when he was awakened by the PR director's frightening work report call. He arrived at the group meeting room at dawn. 

"The hot search has been suppressed and the keywords have been withdrawn, but many netizens are spreading it privately, and there are also many people who are leading the rhythm." Lu Qianning sighed, "Don't think that the hotel industry has not been as good as before in recent years. After returning to China to take office, Akai has not had a good sleep." 

Zhao Manzhi naturally had no position to comment on these things. All she could do was to summarize each document presented to him and place it neatly on his desk to save him the time and energy spent on complicated and trivial matters. 

The public relations meeting lasted until noon. Zhuang Youkai's meals have always been specially provided, delivered by Lu Qianning on time. The nutritional ratio and the combination of the meals are quite exquisite, which makes Zhao Manzhi think that the hotel staff buffet, which she had thought was a delicacy for a long time, pale in comparison. 

On this day, Zhao Manzhi was also preparing to eat at mealtime. As a result, she ran into Zhuang Youkai walking in with great momentum as soon as she got up. Just as she was about to say hello, she heard him say with a sullen face, "Come here." 

"Okay." 

Zhao Manzhi followed in with a notebook and pen. A stream of delicious meals were laid out, but it was a pity that the person who could handle them was obviously not in the mood. 

Zhuang Youkai called her to remind her of the urgent business trip. He was going to Sucheng in the afternoon, and Zhao Manzhi had to accompany him. There was a lot of preparation before the trip, including documents, travel supplies, and she had to prepare them all. 

The trip was in a hurry, and Zhuang Youkai had many requirements and was very careful in his instructions. Zhao Manzhi had only drunk a cup of latte in the morning, and she felt a little dizzy while writing. Her body swayed slightly and her pen stopped. 

She closed her eyes and calmed down. When she calmed down, Zhuang Youkai had already talked about the next thing. 

Although she was reluctant, she thought that the cost of messing up or missing something was higher, so Zhao Manzhi interrupted and said, "Excuse me, can you repeat the request for the commemorative gift?" 

Zhuang Youkai raised his eyes, "Are you a fish? You only have a seven-second memory?" 

"Sorry, it's my problem." The dizziness came again, she bit her lip and clenched the pen, "I will definitely remember it well this time." 

"It's not a tutorial, there's no need to take notes." The childish student spirit is indeed only at the university level. Zhuang Youkai was silent for a moment, and repeated the previous words again. This time he deliberately slowed down his speed. Zhao Manzhi hurriedly picked out the key words, and finally looked at him, indicating that he could continue. 

Zhuang Youkai mentioned the guests who were coming to visit in the afternoon and the time arrangement. Zhao Manzhi remembered it very clearly, but her hands were powerless. There was a layer of sweat on her palms, her breathing became rapid, her center of gravity was unstable, and she swayed on her heels before she could stand. 

"Hey, Mandy, why are your lips so white?" Uncle Ning's voice came. 

Zhao Manzhi was about to say something, but before she could open her mouth, someone pressed her shoulders and sat her in a chair. 

Blackness in front of her eyes, dizziness, nausea... She hadn't had these symptoms for a long time since graduating from high school. 

A hand appeared in her sight, with a corner of chocolate pinched on the fingertips. She didn't bother to tell whose kindness it was, she took it and put it in her mouth, and then she felt relieved. 

After her thoughts gradually became clear, she first saw a big hand with distinct joints, and then looked up, facing Zhuang Youkai's amber pupils. 

The man withdrew his hand, his expression still indifferent: "Low blood sugar?" 

"No, it doesn't count." The girl's porcelain-white face seemed to be soaked in rich bayberry juice. She was ashamed and said in a mosquito-like voice, "I'm hungry..." 

"..." Zhuang Youkai lowered his eyes and waved for Lu Qianning to come forward. He arranged the lunch boxes on the table and said, "Bring another set of tableware." 

Zhao Manzhi was not used to sitting and enjoying, and was about to get up to help, but Zhuang Youkai glared back, "Are you satisfied only if you faint here?" 

After he finished speaking, he unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled them up, revealing the lines of his strong forearms. He opened the lid of the lunch box and placed a bowl of cordyceps chicken soup in front of her, "Eat first."

"Boss, you should eat this——"

"I don't like soup."

He had a blank expression. Lu Qianning nodded quietly behind him, confirming Zhuang Youkai's words.

"...Oh." I thought this young master really cared about people, but it turned out that he just treated her as a trash can.

The skills of the Michelin chef of authentic Cantonese cuisine are needless to say. The delicacies that many people lined up to eat were not available, but they were used to cook working meals.

Zhao Manzhi didn't want to enjoy it either. She just held the bowl of chicken soup and drank it. She didn't even dare to touch the dishes. She sipped it in small sips, which was very delicate.

Zhuang Youkai saw this and subconsciously wanted to pick up some dishes for her, but felt it was inappropriate, so he called Uncle Ning, "Give her some dishes."

"I'll do it myself!"

Seeing Lu Qianning holding the serving chopsticks and preparing to do so, Zhao Manzhi panicked and randomly picked up some dishes on the plate. She didn't care about her image and buried her head in eating.

Sitting here was too painful. She just wanted to finish her meal quickly and leave. If she had known that she would be hungry at eleven o'clock,

she should have eaten the cookies in the drawer to avoid making a fool of herself in front of Zhuang Youkai. Her cheeks were puffed up by eating, just like a little hamster. It was not very pretty, but it looked much more lively than usual.

Zhuang Youkai took a sip of the black tea to cover the slightly raised corners of his lips.

"You eat so quickly, do you really not want to have dinner with me?"

"Huh?" He asked this question. Who wants to have dinner with the boss? Zhao Manzhi chewed a few times and swallowed the food in her mouth, forcing a smile, "I just want to finish eating quickly so that I can prepare for the trip."

The man raised his eyebrows, his expression clearly showing disbelief, but he still nodded slightly to give her some face without exposing her, "So what have you decided to do first?" 

"Wait a minute, let me see." Zhao Manzhi lowered her head and flipped through her notebook, "Go print the information first, no...order the gifts first, and then assign the tasks to the heads of the relevant departments, and then check the information, and print it after confirming that it is correct." 

Zhuang Youkai put down the teacup, "School teaches you SOP, but in practice, there are not so many rules. Assistant work is the same as the hotel industry, people-oriented, so it requires more observation, understanding and imitation." " 

For example, if you understand my thinking habits and internal logic, and can think of the second thing by saying the first thing, and use the point to lead the whole, you don't have to spend so much time on paper and ink." 

He took her memo, spread out the black cowhide notebook in his hand, and briefly sorted out his thoughts from the beginning. Zhao Manzhi, who originally needed a while to react when looking at his sloppy handwriting, suddenly became enlightened and quickly built a thinking network. She also had some foresight about the task that 

Zhuang Youkai would assign next. She enthusiastically reported the work arrangement to Zhuang Youkai, and in return, he nodded, "Quite smart." 

Zhuang Youkai closed the notebook and tapped her forehead with the spine of the book, "I hope you are not just talking about it on paper." 

"I have a strong execution ability." Zhao Manzhi stood up and bowed, "Then, I'll go do it first." 

After walking a few steps, she thought of another thing and stopped and turned back, "Your suit has been washed and hung in the lounge, thank you boss." 

"It's a piece of cake." 

"The same thing for today." 

This is the truth. For Zhao Manzhi, his advice is worth a thousand gold. 

She was about to leave after she finished speaking. Just as she grasped the walnut handle, she heard a voice behind her, "Zhao Manzhi." 

She turned around and saw the sunlight leaking in obliquely, scattered on his shoulders, which made her feel noble for no reason. The man looked at her, and there was a hint of tenderness in his eyes, "Who did you originally plan to give that piece of chocolate to?" 

"Chocolate?" Zhao Manzhi recalled with concentration, and exclaimed, "My friend. What's wrong?" 

Friend? 

The night when she was holding the photo of the little boy, showing off her power, emerged in her mind. 

Zhuang Youkai felt a little tight in his throat for no reason, loosened his tie a little, and said, "Nothing, it's just that I used your gift to save your life just now, and I probably need to buy a new one." 

She then looked at Zhuang Youkai's hand, and the carefully wrapped chocolate had been broken off in a corner, and it was uneven. 

Zhuang Youkai also noticed her gaze, thinking that Zhao Manzhi wanted to take it back, so he picked it up and threw it to her, saying casually, "Don't give it to others, keep it with you, if you really encounter a situation like today, it can save your life." 

"..." It was really inexplicable.