Chapter 34 (Three-in-one) Mr. Zhuang...

Zhao Manzhi's brain crashed for a moment, and after a long time, she finally squeezed out a dry sentence, "Didn't Miss Jiang invite me..."

"The sponsorship will be paid from my account, so what's unreasonable for me to come and talk with you?" He raised his chin slightly, "I have something else to do, let's talk in the car."

She was driven by her limbs to sit on the passenger seat, her palms were still slightly sticky and sweaty, and she was shaking when she pulled the seat belt.

Zhuang Youkai came over, covered her with his big hand, and clenched it to push the insert into the buckle.

The distance was too close, and she was too nervous. She only felt the breath of the other person being kneaded into her breath, as if she was nestling in his arms.

But in just a moment, she was surprised and scared that she had such an idea - Zhao Manzhi, just touched hands, and she thought of throwing herself into his arms?

But it was obvious that he didn't mean to leave.

Just like that day in the hazy shadows of the trees, his fingertips touched her slightly cool skin, and his voice was hoarse, "I have a name, why don't you call it?"

"Zhuang Youkai..."

Memories and reality overlapped, and when Zhao Manzhi realized that she had called out, she felt embarrassed, and her mind quickly returned to its place. She withdrew her hand as if she had been electrocuted, "I mean, Mr. Zhuang, it seems that your phone is vibrating..."

That was not his phone, it was clearly her who had been dialing Jiang Yu's Hong Kong mobile phone, and the one in his hand was vibrating non-stop. Zhuang Youkai frowned slightly and sat back, and pressed the phone calmly, his expression calm, "The other party hung up."

Then he changed the subject, "I saw you dialing just now, who did you call?"

"Ms. Jiang." She whispered, "Oh no! I, I forgot to hang up!"

When she looked at the phone screen again, what she saw was no longer the call interface.

Zhao Manzhi breathed a sigh of relief, "Luckily she didn't answer, it's really embarrassing."

Zhuang Youkai started the car, "What's so embarrassing?"

"Mr. Zhuang has no idea how scary today's scene is. I almost thought I was going to die here."

As she spoke, she edited a message to Jiang Yu to explain the missed call. Just as she sent it out, she heard a slight vibration of a message reminder on Zhuang Youkai's side.

Zhao Manzhi exclaimed, "What a coincidence, it seems like I sent a message to you."

Zhuang Youkai coughed twice, and before he could say anything, he heard her nagging again, "But I don't have your contact information."

He replied bluntly, "You didn't ask me for it."

"You didn't say you would give it to me." Zhao Manzhi pouted, "Mr. Zhuang is so arrogant. It's always the assistants or housekeepers who contact me. That is, when I was an intern, I used internal emails and could report to you directly."

The words were delicate, but there was a sour taste. Zhuang Youkai smiled, "You can also follow my Facebook and Instagram. If you send me a private message, maybe I will reply."

"..." Zhao Manzhi tilted her head to the other side, the convertible top was lowered, and the wind lifted her hair high, "Then don't do it."

Seeing Zhuang Youkai again, she was really happy. After several intimate contacts, she not only forgot the unpleasantness of the last time, but also forgot that the man in front of her was always high and mighty, so how could he understand her subtext.

She was too proud of herself, and even acted coquettishly towards Mr. Zhuang in a roundabout way. Unconsciously,

the car had approached the coast. Looking up, the sea was blue, breaking the sunlight and sparkling.

There is a long summer and no winter south of the Tropic of Cancer. The early autumn in the north is still hot and bright here, with clusters of flowers.

Zhao Manzhi realized belatedly that she didn't ask the destination. Just as she moved her lips, she thought of Zhuang Youkai's attitude in answering, and held her breath and held it back.

The moment the car stopped, she unbuckled her seatbelt and pushed the door open, but was stopped by a voice behind her, "Wait."

She turned around, "What can I do for you? Isn't it worth posting on Instagram and Facebook for me to see?"

Zhuang Youkai laughed instead of getting angry: I didn't expect Zhao Manzhi to be good at making sarcastic remarks.

"Then go to Instagram and Facebook and see."

Zhao Manzhi didn't know what he was up to, so she looked down and saw two notifications pop up on the lock screen.

"Raymond Chong followed you."

She clicked on it and it turned out to be his frequently used account. He didn't post many posts, but he gained a lot of fans.

The general public's desire to spy on the rich is really high.

She didn't reply immediately, but just asked, "So, you prefer to use these two apps?"

It was just pure curiosity, but Zhuang Youkai thought she was still being petty, so he had no choice but to follow her. He quickly typed a string of numbers and sent it to her, "My number."

Zhao Manzhi was a little surprised, but she didn't say anything. She gave him her phone number as a courtesy, "Please keep it for Mr. Zhuang."

Zhuang Youkai smiled, "Now it's Mr. Zhuang again?"

The young girl's mood was written on her face. When she was jealous, she called him Mr. Zhuang, and when she wanted to keep a distance, she called him Mr. Zhuang, so it seemed more affectionate and precious to call him by his full name.

Hearing his teasing, Zhao Manzhi felt her cheeks burning and pushed open the car door to get out. Apart from going to school, she was not familiar with Hong Kong Island. Looking down at the surging waves from a high place, she could only guess that this was on a mountainside.

"Where is this?" she finally asked.

"You'll know when you go in."

Going forward, there is an ancient double-opening iron gate. Even though it is located in such a quiet place, the black door paint is still spotless, which shows that the owner takes good care of it.

Zhao Manzhi looked up and saw the luxuriant branches piercing out from the red wall, hanging down with claws and teeth, decorated with numerous flower buds. Obviously this is a manor, but according to the estimated travel time, it is not like Deep Water Bay. Moreover, considering the size of the Zhuang family, this place is more elegant than rich, and it doesn't look like the residence of the top tycoons in Hong Kong Island.

Could it be Zhuang Youkai's residence?

A silver-haired old man came to the door to greet them. Even though her temples were white, her eyes were still sharp. She was surprised for a moment when she saw Zhao Manzhi, but then she quickly disappeared. "Are you Akai's friend?" "

Hello, my last name is Zhao." Zhao Manzhi nodded in confusion and looked at Zhuang Youkai for help. How should I address him? He didn't say anything.

"This is Grandma Xu, the director of the flower garden." Zhuang Youkai said, "She was responsible for preparing the flowers for the celebrations of the Huanye Hotel."

So that's it.

This piece of land supported the Huanye Hotel, which gradually grew with the concept of "holiday garden" in the early days. The hotel management professionals in Hong Kong Island have repeatedly recited it as an excellent case. Today, she finally saw her true self.

"Then why did you die later?"

"Do you want to tire me to death?"

Zhao Manzhi: "..."

Grandma Xu saw that the two people were bickering and smiled kindly, "My health is not that bad. Come, let's talk while walking."

She really didn't look like an old woman over 70 years old. She led them through the French corridor with a light body and came to an open flower field. "Tulips have just been planted here, red, yellow, purple, and white. They bloom in spring, like a rainbow."

"That one is lisianthus. It has already bloomed. Look, some haven't withered yet."

"There is another area of ​​lavender, on the hillside over there, it's a bit far, so I won't take you there." Grandma Xu looked deep, "Just now, Miss Zhao, you asked why there were no more flowers in the flowerbed in the back, that's because there was a fire one year, and they were all burned."

The purple and yellow flowers of the past were all burned, turning into a barren mountain.

Zhao Manzhi sighed a little, "To have such a beautiful view today, you must have taken a lot of trouble, grandma."

"You won't believe it, but I was also very desperate at the time. Planting flowers is like raising people. They are all like my children. How can I not be desperate if they are gone? The banker wanted to dispose of this plot of land elsewhere. It was the old lady who said that everyone thought that roses could not be grown on scorched earth, but she didn't believe it, so she left me and this garden, and even wrote a word for it, and called it Liuyuan."

As expected of Grandma Guan, the jewels and gems have never concealed her character. Hong Kong people talk about luck. I think she was not only competing for whether she could grow roses, but also the glory of the industry carried by this land.

"So, did the Liuyuan Garden finally grow roses?" she asked.

"Of course!" Grandma Xu blinked, "Let Akai take you to see it, and I'll help you prepare afternoon tea."

Zhuang Youkai was very familiar with this place, and the paths in the flower fields would not make him lose his way. He led Zhao Manzhi for a few minutes, and the sea of ​​Freud flowers came into view.

A few roses tied into a bouquet were enough to capture the heart, and now they spread like paint at her feet, and the rich fragrance of the flowers rushed into her nose, almost soaking her bones.

Zhao Manzhi looked for a while, and suddenly smiled, "What a coincidence, it's Freud again."

The same one that Chen Muchuan gave her that day.

Is it a coincidence or is it intentional? In this dreamlike scene, it is hard not to have delusions.

So she turned around, met Zhuang Youkai's gaze and asked him, "Is this the only rose in Mr. Zhuang's rose garden?"

"You don't like it?"

"Of course I like it, but I don't know why Mr. Zhuang only brought me to see this one."

Zhuang Youkai put his sunglasses on his nose, "No reason, just to show you something good."

"Oh--" Zhao Manzhi stretched out her voice, "In that case, Mr. Zhuang doesn't know who Freud should give it to?"

"You know?" He threw the question back.

"I know, give it to the person you are pursuing."

She said it so lightly, as if it was natural, but he had no right to blame her.

A surge of blood rushed up, and Zhuang Youkai felt dizzy. He closed his eyes under the cover of sunglasses to calm down. The little girl's words were getting more and more irritating. She knew what was not nice and picked on it.

But he couldn't be so fussy.

After calming down, he spoke again in a calm tone, "Then you accepted his flowers too?"

"He was pursuing me anyway, what's the problem?" Zhao Manzhi said leisurely, "Besides, those were the flowers chosen by the girls in the group, what do kids know, it's not good to argue with them." Zhuang Youkai

laughed angrily, chewing on her words again and again, "Yes, what do kids know."

He thought that with his self-restraint, he could probably act calm and indifferent, but with Zhao Manzhi's exaggeration, his anger grew stronger and stronger, so he simply stopped looking at her and turned his face away to sulk.

Zhao Manzhi tilted her head to look at his expression, it was so strange, it was not the first time she saw his face was livid, but it was the first time she didn't feel scared.

I don't know if it's because of the sun, Mr. Zhuang looks... fluffy today.

It makes people want to coax him.

"Are you angry?"

The man's figure did not move at all, Zhao Manzhi wrinkled her nose, still a stingy guy.

"Don't be angry, anger hurts the liver. You see, I'm not angry, especially sulking, which is the most harmful to your health."

Zhuang Youkai finally spoke, "You're not angry? Your smile was so fake during the performance that day, and your face looked even uglier than mine."

"That day..." After thinking back, Zhao Manzhi remembered her mood at that time. She is very good at self-regulation. Even if there is a hurdle that she can't get over, she won't keep it to herself. But he mentioned it, and she felt vaguely wronged again. "I understand that you couldn't come that day; I also understand that you let Miss Jiang come because you have a good relationship."

She paused, "But why did she go to so much trouble, claiming to be your assistant, and even teamed up with Cynthia to put on a show? Of course she would be unhappy if she played people around."

"She is-"

"I know she has her reasons, so I don't think anything of it after the incident, but before that she..." Zhao Manzhi thought of the conversation in the cicadas in Sucheng, bit her lip, "She tested me to see if I abide by the principles of an assistant."

She couldn't help but wonder, had Vivian also suffered such a "knock" before? Is it their pleasure to watch a young, beautiful but poor girl climb up, and then pull out the branch she was clinging to, causing it to fall to pieces?

She hated such arrogance.

Zhao Manzhi didn't want to accept the bouquet at first, but after hearing Zhuang Youkai say that he came to pick up Jiang Yu, she deliberately held it and said goodbye with a smile on her face.

She was a little intentional, and even had a bit of revengeful taste, but the night after they left, she lost from the beginning to the end in the Lychee Mousse Group Werewolf Killing, and everyone could see that Zhao Manzhi was absent-minded.

Some people are suitable for tit-for-tat, while others only listen to clear and objective reasons.

Zhuang Youkai never thought that this matter was so absurd from Zhao Manzhi's perspective. Even though he knew that Jiang Yu had no ill intentions, he couldn't defend her at the moment.

The more you talk, the more mistakes you make, and the more you explain, the worse it gets. Jiang Yu caused the trouble herself, and she will have to explain it herself later.

"In that case, I asked Jiang Yu to meet you again to discuss the sponsorship. Why did you come?"

After all, she once had the courage to challenge him directly.

Zhao Manzhi smiled, "Of course I know the big things about money."

"Aren't you afraid that she will embarrass you?"

"In the end, it's still up to you to make the final decision. Even if it's difficult, it won't affect the final result."

At this moment, she was flexible, but when she negotiated with him, her back was very stiff.

Zhuang Youkai said, "In that case, you should have accepted my terms directly at that time."

She narrowed her eyes and stretched lazily, "Yes, I should have accepted your terms at that time, why did you take such a big detour."

After taking a big detour, she realized that escaping could not solve the problem, and realized that she was not the only one who fell into it.

Just treat it as a dream, but the right to wake up from the dream should be in her own hands.

Sunglasses covered Zhuang Youkai's pupils, so Zhao Manzhi didn't know that at this moment, there was a trace of tenderness in his eyes that was hard to capture.

He opened his thin lips slightly, "So you are now..."

"Akai, Miss Zhao." Granny Xu's voice came from a distance, interrupting him in a nonchalant manner, "Afternoon tea is ready, please follow me."

Zhao Manzhi did not hesitate and stepped forward, "Okay, thank you."

She trotted onto the courtyard tour bus waiting with Granny Xu. When Zhuang Youkai arrived leisurely, the two seemed to be chatting enthusiastically. Seeing him coming, she ended the topic again.

He didn't understand, "What are you talking about? I won't say it now that I'm here?"

"I say you don't know how to be gentle with women. You let Miss Zhao bask in the sun for such a long time." Grandma Xu gently pushed his arm. "If I hadn't come, would you have just left her out like this?"

"She has a mouth. She'll speak for herself when she gets hot.

" "You, are just thin-skinned and only care about face. You show your concern for girls with words. You always talk so rudely. Who would want to date you?"

"Okay, grandma." He stepped out hurriedly before the car had stopped completely to avoid the criticism from his elders. "We're here. Let's eat first."

Afternoon tea was served in the courtyard with the best view. A small fountain was embedded in the green lawn. On the small Rococo-style table, there was a tower of French desserts, including macarons, croissants, Brest puffs, and daqavaze, which were as exquisite as works of art.

"Earl Grey, Darjeeling, Lapsang Souchong, Ceylon tea, what do you like, Miss Zhao?"

"Ceylon black tea, thank you."

Grandma Xu smiled knowingly, "Same as Akai's taste."

The tea had been prepared long ago and was served to the table without waiting too long. Zhao Manzhi leaned in to smell it, it smelled so good, better than the Ceylon tea she had used in Shanghai before.

"Does Mr. Zhuang come here often?" She cut off a small piece of koluli, "It doesn't look like your style."

"Indeed not often. After returning to China, I travel a lot on business and spend less time in Hong Kong, and basically live in Deep Water Bay."

"It's really a waste of God's gift."

Zhuang Youkai took a sip of the tea, saw her look of pity, and added, "But I heard that my mother used to vacation here often, and even gave birth to me here."

He rarely talked about these past events, but Zhao Manzhi gradually pieced together the full picture of the incident from all kinds of gossip. The rumors were all over the city, and this was the first time she heard the narration of the parties involved.

"In fact, Chen Peishan's methods are nothing to be afraid of. She made a scene in Deep Water Bay, but my father was not angry. He even knelt in front of the ancestral hall and swore that she was the love of his life. Although my mother was disheartened, she never thought of hurting her body. She could only turn a blind eye to it, so she moved to the Liuyuan Garden."

Zhao Manzhi suddenly thought of the previous fire, "Could it be..."

Zhuang Youkai nodded, "Chen Peishan is greedy. Not only does she want wealth and glory in this life, but she also wants to keep Zhuang Youliang for life. My mother is naturally a thorn in her side. Later, she got my father's permission to come to the Liuyuan Garden to select flowers for the Deep Water Bay arrangement. After she left, a fire suddenly broke out, which frightened my mother into premature labor. On the way to the hospital, she had heavy bleeding, and the family doctor was helpless."

When Zhao Manzhi heard the bloody truth of the struggle between the rich for the first time, she was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth. It turned out to be a man-made disaster that caused the beautiful Liuyuan Garden, which was like an oil painting, to become a ruin. After more than 20 years of reconstruction, it has its current appearance.

She lowered her eyes, "It must have been more beautiful here before."

"You're right. After all, my father used the sea of ​​flowers all over the mountain to woo my mother, and she thought that such a passionate love was worth entrusting her whole life to."

The painting that once wrote about love has become a tomb that buried her second half of her life. Lin Shuyun's short life is a pity.

What's more sad is that as the daughter of a gambling and entertainment industry group, she brought her family business as a dowry when she came, and merged it into Huanye without reservation. Such a thorough devotion could not withstand the unpredictable human heart in the end.

The fire burned not only the flower field, but also her love and life.

"Grandma said that roses can bloom again on scorched earth, but no matter how they bloom, they can never be as lush as before." He put down his teacup and adjusted his sitting position. "I shouldn't tell you this. It will affect my mood for afternoon tea."

"No." Zhao Manzhi said, "Look at the flowers all over the mountains. They are growing beautifully under the care of Grandma Xu and others. But you haven't seen the flower fields in the past, so you will only beautify them, so you think the current ones can't compare; or you just believe that the burned land cannot sprout new buds, so no matter how beautiful they bloom, you won't take them seriously."

When she said this, the wind gently blew over the tender petals of the roses on the table, and the fine hairs on her cheeks were also trembling slightly. The girl's plump lips were stained with macaron crumbs, adding a bit of naivety.

But it was just like this, with a magic that made people unable to believe it.

He had never felt his heart beating so clearly, the wind was blowing, the flowers were swaying, and just listening to her talk was very beautiful.

Zhao Manzhi raised her head, and the moment their eyes met, she realized that Zhuang Youkai looked at her with such a different look. The sunlight soaked his amber pupils, which were filled with admiration and desire.

She was startled and accidentally dropped the dessert spoon in her hand.

The sudden noise broke the silence, and Zhuang Youkai came to his senses and looked away.

Zhao Manzhi also lowered her head, her face burning hot, she didn't know how to face him, let alone how to face such a straightforward heartbeat.

Obviously, so many people had confessed to her before, even Chen Muchuan, when he approached her, he only felt fear in his heart, not like now, besides joy, there was more tension and worry.

If she really had to wrestle with Zhuang Youkai in the game of love, would she be sure to completely control her own destiny?

"Zhao Manzhi." Zhuang Youkai was calling her.

"Hmm?"

"I couldn't come that day because it was my grandfather's 80th birthday and I couldn't get away. Jiang Yu was appointed in a critical moment. She was afraid that you would misunderstand our relationship, so she claimed to be an assistant, which would also make it easier for you to introduce us to others."

He was explaining to her. It's rare that Zhuang Youkai can talk so nicely.

Zhao Manzhi crushed the mousse cake with a small spoon, "Why are you telling me all this? It's all over."

"You're over it because you're tolerant. I explained that I didn't want this matter to become a misunderstanding." Zhuang Youkai was calm and his voice was inexplicably more attractive. "Cynthia has been in this position for a long time. It's indeed time for her to be promoted. Moreover, her child is still young. Staying in the Central headquarters is the best choice for her. Jeffery, who will replace her, is still on a business trip in Europe and will not be able to report for work until some time. The position of intern assistant is indeed vacant, but from the beginning to the end, you are the only candidate I want."

She smiled lightly, "After saying so much, Mr. Zhuang still wants to give me an offer."

"Hmm." This is one of the few excuses that can keep her by his side.

Having been rejected by her twice, he was unwilling to force it, but just now, when he saw the girl's red ears, he was so determined to keep her for the first time.

Just like that, regardless of anything, he gave up his dignity and face and let her take the decision.

He stirred the teaspoon, "So, are you willing?"

Zhao Manzhi blinked, "Can I make a request?"

"You say."

"First, it cannot delay my existing courses and activities, so Mr. Zhuang is on a long business trip, and I cannot accompany him in some cases."

"No problem."

"Second, the location cannot be too far, and the time cannot be too late, otherwise Mr. Zhuang should pay me the OT fee."

"Okay."

"Third, either party reserves the right to terminate the relationship unilaterally."

Zhuang Youkai read the last item carefully and nodded very slowly, "That's all?"

She took a deep breath, "That's all."

This is her way out. If one day she is really deeply involved, she still has the opportunity to withdraw actively.

Zhuang Youkai hooked his lips, "Okay, I promise you."

*

When leaving Liuyuan, Grandma Xu wanted to give her a bouquet of flowers, but Zhao Manzhi declined. The flowers

Chen Muchuan gave her that day were already ostentatious enough, and bringing another bouquet back would inevitably cause trouble.

She did not let Zhuang Youkai take her back to the college, but went to Shatin Huanye together and then took the school bus back. When she arrived at the dormitory, Fang Ling was sitting on the bed with a computer in her arms. When she heard her come in, she greeted her without raising her head, "Are you back?"

"Yeah." Zhao Manzhi slowly closed the door, "What are you doing?"

"Looking for a part-time job to see if there is a formal offer." The graduation season has not yet arrived, and Fang Ling, who is good at planning, has already become anxious in advance. It is not enough to apply for a CV in the autumn recruitment. She wants to get a regular job through an internship to have more choices.

But there are many people who think like her. Good companies that have regular offers are flocking to applicants, and even Fang Ling, who has good conditions, has been rejected.

She was typing away on the keyboard to edit the CV, and she didn't forget to show concern for Zhao Manzhi, "How was the sponsorship discussion today?"

"Not bad, it went pretty smoothly."

"As expected, if you follow a good boss, everything will go smoothly. My summer intern boss only paints big rosy pictures, saying that if you perform well, you will have a great chance of becoming a regular employee. But I heard that he

only hired the person who was generally recognized as the worst performer in the group." Fang Ling paused, "I didn't realize she was a relative of Fang Ling, it's outrageous."

Maybe it was because she and Fang Ling had been busy with their own things recently and their relationship had become more distant, but Zhao Manzhi felt a little uncomfortable listening to such an ordinary chat.

After all, she couldn't judge without knowing the truth, so she smiled and comforted Fang Ling, "It's their loss to lose someone like our Xiao Ling. Gold will shine, and maybe they can get a more desirable offer in the end."

Zhao Manzhi put down her coat and bag, tied up her long hair, and brushed her bangs to both sides, revealing her face and preparing to remove her makeup.

Hong Kong Island is very expensive, and usually one floor shares a bathroom and shower room. She was packing up and about to go out when she heard Fang Ling asking, "Hey, Manman, you said that Mr. Zhuang thinks so highly of you, is it possible to get an internal recommendation opportunity at Huanye?"

Zhao Manzhi paused, a little bit unbelieving that this was Fang Ling's request. After thinking for a moment, she found a gentle way to laugh it off, "Now I'm not a formal employee of Huanye, I don't have the qualification for internal recommendation, not to mention that my relationship with Mr. Zhuang is not as good as you think. I was just an ordinary employee under him."

She sincerely suggested, "The most important thing is that your career advancement path has nothing to do with the hotel industry. It's better to go to the Big Four, which will be better for your development."

Fang Ling's expression froze for a moment, and then she smiled quickly, "Yes, I'm crazy about looking for a job, and I'm desperate to try any possible means."

The two didn't say anything else. Zhao Manzhi was washing her face in the bathroom, but she thought more and more strangely. Why does Xiao Ling feel so strange now? Is it because I've been too busy recently and ignored her?

I vaguely remember that Fang Ling had a general education course with Chen Muchuan this semester, so the relationship between the two seemed to be closer. Chen Muchuan was a bit utilitarian, and Zhao Manzhi did not expect that he would have such a great influence.

She bought two boxes of Vitasoy and put them in front of Fang Ling's desk, "Xiao Ling, there are some things we can talk about behind closed doors. Whether you listen or not, you'd better be careful."

Fang Ling raised her head, "What's the matter?"

"Chen Muchuan is a good person in some ways, but his problems are also obvious. He is self-centered and can incite people. When you get along with him, remember to keep a distance."

"Oh..." Fang Ling's eyes were a little evasive, "Why are you telling me this for no reason? There is nothing between him and me."

Zhao Manzhi took off the straw and inserted it into the beverage box, "He is not bad as a friend, just a close friend. Anyway, just treat me as nosy. How to get along with each other is definitely up to you."

"Don't worry, Manman, I know what I'm doing."

Fang Ling still wanted to continue to revise the CV. Zhao Manzhi put on headphones to watch the lecture video. A WhatsApp message popped up. It was Zhuang Youkai.

[Send me a class schedule.]

[?]

[See how to arrange your work time without delaying your classes.]

She couldn't help laughing and sent a screenshot of the class schedule. [Year 4 doesn't have many classes. Monday and Friday are day off. Sometimes the drama club has to rehearse and go to the slopes on Thursday night. I might take the kids out to play on weekends. The rest of the time is up to you.]

While waiting for Zhuang Youkai to reply, she clicked on his profile picture. He was wearing skiing clothes and the background was the snow-capped Alps.

He seemed younger at that time, and his smile was wanton and flamboyant.

It turned out that the difficult Mr. Zhuang also had such innocent years. Just thinking about it, she couldn't help but sigh that time plays tricks on people. Why did she seem so difficult to get along with when she first met her?

Zhuang Youkai sent her the work schedule, and she replied with "ok". Two ticks appeared under the conversation bubble, but the other party didn't send any more messages.

Zhao Manzhi wanted to get a glass of water, and just as she turned around, she almost bumped into Fang Ling. She thought she was wearing headphones and didn't hear the noise, so she quickly took them off, "Xiao Ling, you scared me!"

Fang Ling held the notebook and smiled awkwardly, "It's also my fault that I stood directly behind you, sorry."

"It's okay, what's the matter?"

"Oh, I wanted to ask you for some advice. Is it ok to write the internship experience description in this way?" She vaguely remembered that in the job application document writing course taught by Da Ying in the last semester, Zhao Manzhi got an A, which was rare for mainland students.

Zhao Manzhi put down the cup of books, took the computer, read it carefully, marked a few places, and gave her suggestions one by one: "The internship experience should use cases to increase credibility, and it is better to have data support. Then for the exchange part, you should write about the courses you have taken that are highly relevant to this position, how many credits you have taken, what your GPA is, and make it as good as possible. Although it requires truthfulness and pragmatism, you also have to know how to package it."

"I'm afraid that I will overwrite it and show my weakness at work."

"As long as it is your own achievement, it is real, and you have the ability to do so." After revising it word by word, Zhao Manzhi returned the notebook to her, "Okay, if you think my changes are inappropriate, just follow your ideas."

"How could it be, it's much better than what I wrote." Fang Ling thought of the content of the chat interface on her phone just now, and her heart itched. She asked tentatively, "Manman, are you really not going to find a job?" "

At this stage, I still want to study more."

"If I were you, I would make preparations for both situations. With your resume, even if you apply for the autumn recruitment now, there will definitely be a lot of companies that will offer you a job, not to mention looking for a part-time job."

Zhao Manzhi knew that she was kind, but she couldn't agree with this point of view, "But I don't want to work now. No matter how good the offer is, it's not what I need at the moment. It's not a big deal to lose it."

"Then you..." Why did you accept Mr. Zhuang's offer?

Fang Ling wanted to ask, but she had no position to speak, so she had to hold back her questions silently.

Zhao Manzhi was different from her. She had more opportunities to try and make mistakes, and she was more calm about gains and losses. But she had tried her best to touch a corner of prosperity. If she wanted to take root here, she could only be covered in bruises and linger on.

What she regarded as a treasure was as light as a feather to Zhao Manzhi. If she said she didn't need it, she didn't need it anymore. But she didn't think that this kind of free and easy attitude was a kind of bullying.

Zhao Manzhi didn't tell anyone about her part-time assistant job for Zhuang Youkai. On the one hand, she was worried that Fang Ling was too careful and would feel bad if she couldn't find a job. On the other hand, she was afraid that Chen Muchuan would do something after knowing about it. So she just rushed over with her clothes after class and changed in the bathroom before working.

They used to have dinner together when they were in class at the foot of the mountain, so Fang Ling was left alone. One day, she was having dinner at a canteen in the central part of the city and happened to meet Chen Muchuan. He was also alone, so they simply shared a table.

Fang Ling knew that he had other intentions, so as soon as she sat down, she half-jokingly said, "Manman is not here. She's been busy lately. I only see her when I go back to the dormitory at night."

Chen Muchuan's hands that were mixing noodles froze for a moment, but soon returned to normal, "Fang Ling'er, you said that, as if we don't know each other if Zhao Manzhi is not here."

"That's not what I said. Every time you come to me, don't you ask about her?" She scooped a spoonful of barbecued pork, "Unfortunately, I don't have any information to give you. Her whereabouts are a mystery. I can only ask her in person."

"Then I can't care about her, so I care about you. Last time we were playing a group board game, I heard you say you were applying for the autumn recruitment. How is it going?"

"I haven't found anything. Maybe my qualifications are average."

Chen Muchuan got excited when it came to praising people. "How could that be? You have to believe in yourself. Look, our Fang Ling'er has an excellent GPA, an absolutely great PAC, and she's beautiful. She always stuns everyone in interviews. How can she say that she's not good enough? It's because they have no vision."

He was so good at making fun of others, and his words sounded like a crosstalk, which made the reserved Fang Ling laugh. "I know what I'm like. No one will give me an offer even if you praise me to the sky."

"You're just too low-key. Why don't you admit it? This is your advantage. You're an absolute goddess wherever you put you."

"Forget it. All goddesses are like Manman. How can I compare to her?" Fang Ling laughed at herself. "The boss likes her so much. He can get sponsorship just by saying something. Finding an intern is just a matter of words. Why bother sending out resumes?"

It's not clear whether the speaker meant it or not, but these words did cause ripples in the listener's heart. Chen Muchuan didn't even bother eating his noodles. He took a deep breath and asked, "What do you mean? Zhao Manzhi--"

Fang Ling looked up and smiled innocently, "I don't know, but sometimes I see her rushing out of the school after class. Maybe she's talking about sponsorship."

Sponsorship? The last time they looked into each other's eyes, the jealousy in that man's eyes was so intense that he wanted to burn his flesh and blood. It would be strange if he could just talk about sponsorship.

Zhao Manzhi was jumping into the fire pit when she met him, but she was happy to do it.

It's not that Chen Muchuan didn't want to fight for it, but since he met Zhuang Youkai that time, he realized that the things he was proud of were worthless in front of that man.

The other party's words and eyes all showed his contempt.

What's more infuriating is that as a friend, Zhao Manzhi not only didn't help, but was also angry that he was so abrupt and made a fool of himself in front of everyone.

"I'm sorry, I really wanted to seize this opportunity, so I was so anxious to say hello to Mr. Zhuang."

"If you want to know him, you can tell me. It's really rude to disturb him without an intermediary. This is taught in business etiquette class! Chen Muchuan, you are such a smooth person, how can you forget such a simple truth?"

He could not forget the meaningful look on Zhao Manzhi's face when they walked at the end of the group meeting that day.

"Chen Muchuan, have you ever thought that your attention should not be on me in your current life."

...

Thoughts fell back.

Chen Muchuan looked up at Fang Ling opposite him, lowered his eyebrows and eyes, dodging his eyes, and his cheeks always flushed when he was anxious to speak.

Zhao Manzhi was right, maybe he should divert his attention.

"Fang Ling'er."

"Hmm?" She looked up at the sound and met Chen Muchuan's eyes. His eyes were smiling, as if there was magic that would make people drown in them involuntarily.

"Are you busy later? If you are free, let's go to the back hill to have dessert together."

This was the first time that Fang Ling, who was in her early twenties, was invited out by a boy. She wanted to nod and agree immediately, but she didn't want to seem too eager. She hesitated for a moment before stammering, "Just the two of us? That's not a good idea..."

"What's the matter? Can't friends get together for afternoon tea?" He smiled suavely, "You haven't found a job you like, I'll help you revise your CV and cover letter, let's go."

Objectively speaking, Chen Muchuan is sunny and handsome, no girl can refuse his dating, let alone Fang Ling. She knew that Chen Muchuan would never be as patient with her as he was with Zhao Manzhi, so if she missed this opportunity, she might never be able to get close to her again.

After a difficult mental game, even though the documents Zhao Manzhi revised for her were impeccable, Fang Ling still nodded and agreed, "Okay, then... thank you for your trouble."

"We are so familiar with each other and you are still polite to me." Chen Muchuan suddenly said, "Xiao Ling, I will call you that from now on, okay?"