Chapter 40 What kind of relationship do we have...

The day after Zhuang Youkai returned to China, Zhao Manzhi dressed up carefully before going to work. She wore a light satin shirt with a gray suit skirt, sprayed tuberose perfume, and small pearl accessories to embellish her look. She looked much more intellectual than when she first arrived at Huanye.

Due to jet lag, Zhuang Sheng arrived later. She organized people to clean up the office early, and trimmed and replaced the green plants and seasonal flowers to welcome his arrival without any mistakes.

It was her job, but she was very encouraged to do it. She had to confirm every detail herself before she felt relieved.

"The boss is here. I saw him get on the elevator."

A colleague from the administrative department informed her. Zhao Manzhi lit the white agarwood incense and left. She became nervous belatedly. It was strange. It was only a week since we last met. When facing him again, I felt like I didn't know what to say.

Later, she and Mr. Zhuang also chatted briefly on WhatsApp. The most recent one was yesterday, when Zhuang Youkai asked her if she needed to bring souvenirs.

Zhao Manzhi suddenly understood Vivian. It was easy to fall into the trap of a boss who would think of bringing souvenirs to employees every time he went on a business trip.

She sat at her seat processing emails, but she couldn't read a single word. Her heart was pounding, like the raindrops that crackled on the umbrella that day.

There was a commotion at the elevator entrance. Zhao Manzhi came back to her senses, stood up and looked in the direction of the people coming. At the first moment, she met Zhuang Youkai's eyes.

The dusty journey made his already three-dimensional facial features even more sharp, as if he was soaked by the melting snow of the Alps, and his desolate character was even more severe. He paused, turned his head and said to the man wearing gold-rimmed glasses beside him, "This is Zhao Manzhi, the intern assistant."

Jeffery nodded in understanding and greeted Zhao Manzhi, "Hello, my name is Jeffery. I have heard of Miss Zhao for a long time. You have been independently responsible for Mr. Zhuang's work recently. Thank you for your hard work."

Zhao Manzhi smiled and said, "It's my duty."

After that, the group strode into Zhuang Youkai's office and came out one after another within ten minutes. Zhao Manzhi was typing on the keyboard, but she was a little dazed. Was she looking forward to meeting too much? At the moment, she was actually a little disappointed.

She carefully matched her clothes, cleaned the office spotlessly, and the materials Zhuang Youkai needed for today's work were also in order. It was reasonable for her to do all these things, and it didn't deserve his extra praise.

But when doing these things, how much of the real intention is not seen, and only those who pay know it.

Zhao Manzhi got up and went to the tea room to make herself a cup of espresso. While waiting for the coffee machine to work, she tried her best to calm herself down. When she returned, she saw Jeffery waiting at her desk. She hurried back and almost spilled the freshly made coffee. "Sorry, I went to the tea room. Wasn't it the boss who wanted to see me?" "

Unfortunately, it was President Zhuang who called you." Jeffery smiled. "Don't be nervous. It was just half a minute ago. There's no need to blame me."

"Okay."

She put down the coffee cup, took a deep breath when she walked to the door, tidied her hair and clothes, and then knocked on the door and went in. "Boss, you wanted to see me?"

Zhuang Youkai stood beside the desk, fiddling with a fiddle-leaf fig she had placed in front of the desk. "How was your week?"

"Oh, it happened to be midterm for two courses. I studied for a few days and passed them successfully." She said in a businesslike tone, "How about you, is everything going well in Switzerland?"

"The merger and acquisition went smoothly, there's nothing wrong with it." Obviously, he was a little surprised by this polite answer, "What's wrong, you can't get up the energy to work after a week off?"

"Of course not."

Zhao Manzhi complained in her heart, can flowers prune their old branches by themselves, can incense sticks light up by themselves, can information run to the table by themselves? If this is still called being listless, then she simply doesn't know what it means to work well.

To figure out the little girl's thoughts, it is a rare blind spot for Zhuang Youkai, who has A's in every aspect. He leaned back a little, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at her with interest, "Why is that?"

She didn't like to play dumb, and Zhuang Youkai looked like he was going to get to the bottom of it, so he spilled the beans, "Mr. Zhuang, you can see, I came two hours early to prepare to welcome you, and the room was carefully decorated, and the things you want to see today are all ready, and I also specially..."

I also dressed myself up.

Zhao Manzhi was too embarrassed to say this. She paused for a moment and continued, "You also said that I was not in the mood to work. Isn't that too unfair?"

Zhuang Youkai laughed, "Oh, so Miss Zhao blamed me for not praising you."

"Not only that, we have such a relationship, but you don't even pay attention to me when we meet..."

"What kind of relationship do we have?"

It's really addictive to complain. Zhao Manzhi blurted out everything, and her mind was full of regrets. She bit her lip in annoyance, and was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to crawl into. "Nothing, just pretend you didn't hear it."

But he didn't mean to let it go, and repeated word by word, "What kind of relationship do we have?"

"A relationship where we can chat?" Is this considered a friend, or an acquaintance? She didn't know how to define it, so she decided to just run away. "I said something wrong. If the boss doesn't have any other instructions, I..."

She wanted to get away before the thunder and anger came, but she held the door handle and was carried by a force and turned around. Before she could stand still, she heard the door close behind her. Her thin back pressed against the cold walnut wood. There was a haze in front of her eyes. She could only smell his breath coming at her like a mountain and sea. Her heart seemed to have experienced a storm and was violently ups and downs.

Zhao Manzhi had never seen such a scene before, and she didn't dare to breathe. She was trapped in his arms and let her heartbeat get more and more out of control. Mr. Zhuang's clear Adam's apple, slightly blue stubble, and fuller lips than from a distance... It turns out that there are really people who are more attractive the more you look at them.

Zhuang Youkai held the door with one hand, enclosing the person in his figure. All he could see was the graceful curve of her chest, which was faintly visible under the gray satin. His throat rolled dryly, and he turned his face away, trying to calm down.

Did she do it on purpose?

He had endured so much in order not to cross the line, but she deliberately provoked him and had to ask such questions, as if deliberately testing his patience.

And she was dressed so... offensive.

"Mr. Zhuang, Mr. Zhuang."

Hearing the person under him whispering a reminder, Zhuang Youkai lowered his head and looked into her eyes. He was scared and confused, like a frightened bird, a complete victim. Who would have thought that she was the one who deliberately did evil.

"Are you scared now?" Zhuang Youkai chuckled, "So what's the point of a relationship where we can just chat? Can you look at your clothes if you can just chat?"

Zhao Manzhi looked down and immediately blushed and covered her chest, "Who would look at it from such a high place and so close."

"Me."

"..." How can you reason with such a bastard? He acted so distant in a gentlemanly manner, but who would have known that he was such a rogue in private. She took a deep breath, "You can say it's natural to take advantage of me."

He lowered his eyes, casting a shadow. Too long eyelashes would make him look feminine, but it was just right for his western face. "So you said that you cleaned the room and took care of the flowers and plants to welcome me, so you didn't dress yourself up at all?"

Zhao Manzhi raised her face unyieldingly, "What if I say no?"

"That means Miss Zhao is naturally beautiful. She doesn't need to dress up to be radiant."

"..." So, this is how Mr. Zhuang talks about love, which is more fascinating than she imagined. No wonder the beauties of Hong Kong Island flock to him. A man who is usually full of thorns can also have such a tender moment.

She felt as if the air stopped flowing and it became more and more difficult to breathe. After a long time, she came to her senses and hurriedly got out from the gap under his arm. After a few deep breaths, she felt that her brain had resumed thinking.

As expected, she is a little girl, with courage, but she can't afford to play.

Zhuang Youkai let her turn her back to adjust herself, walked to the desk, took out the gift he brought for her, weighed it in his hand, and finally put one of them down after careful consideration.

Zhao Manzhi's mind was back to normal, but her face was still flushed, especially her ears, which were red enough to bleed. She turned around and saw Zhuang Youkai still leaning against the table calmly, as if nothing had happened, and she was angry at herself for not having enough self-control.

As expected, beauty can lead to trouble!

Seeing that she was still angry, Zhuang Youkai smiled lazily, "Why, you still can't praise me?"

"No, you're praising me too much..." too... rude.

Zhao Manzhi didn't want to argue with him anymore, her hand still covering her chest, and she drew a line with dignity, "Today's email briefs haven't been sorted out yet. If Mr. Zhuang has nothing to do, I'll leave first." "

Who said no." He said in a low and mellow voice, "Come here."

After approaching, he handed over a box of beautifully packaged chocolates. Zhao Manzhi felt familiar with them. After thinking about it carefully, she realized that it was the brand that she wanted to give to Fang Ling, but accidentally gave to Zhuang Youkai.

"I saw you bought this brand before, and I thought you must like it. I happened to meet you, so I brought you a box."

She knew that this high-end chocolate made in Switzerland has factory lines and handmade ones. The one in front of her was obviously a handmade boutique bought from a specialty store in Geneva. The gift was small but the sentiment was great. Just this thought across thousands of miles was enough to make her happy for a long time.

"Thank you, boss."

Seeing Zhao Manzhi walk out lightly, Zhuang Youkai glanced to the other side. The small velvet gift box was engraved with the logo of a well-established Swiss watchmaker. Just by looking at the embroidery pattern, you can tell that it is very valuable. After opening it, a Vacheron Constantin Elysian Goddess watch lay quietly inside, with diamonds and sapphires shining brightly under the translucent enamel.

I never thought that one day, I would worry that the gift would be too expensive to give. Fortunately, I passed by the Chocolate Master Shop that day, so that the intention of giving her something did not become a burden.

This is Zhao Manzhi. She will accept good things with a smile, but if the things are too good, she will always fight for them herself.

"Some people say that cameras cannot record the beauty of sunsets, and I think the moonlight is the same. If possible, you should go and see it in person."

Zhuang Youkai sat in a comfortable cowhide chair, closed his eyes, and the scene at the Lausanne College yesterday emerged in his mind.

"Raymond, even without your recommendation, Miss Zhao's qualifications are good enough to enroll, so don't worry about it."

"I know, I just want her to go more steadily and smoothly."

"OK, since you've asked, the school will naturally take care of everything." The pot-bellied person in charge agreed with a smile, "Excuse me, Miss Zhao and you are..."

"No special relationship, Louis."

"Then why did you come to Lausanne in person? I heard from Jeffery that the time for this trip was squeezed out."

He looked at the continuous Alps with a light expression, "If she is really admitted, don't let her know what happened today."

"Oh, of course." Louis spread his hands helplessly. Is this the romance of the East? It's really confusing.

...

Thoughts fell back.

He stared at it for a long time, until he felt that the broken diamond light was blurred into a sea of ​​stars in front of his eyes, and then he put it back in the drawer at hand.

If there is a chance, when we get to Switzerland, I will give it to her together with the continuous snow-capped mountains and the moonlight that has never been seen.