Chapter 3: Meet again

One morning three years later, in an old apartment in City C.
Huh!
The knock on the door woke up Zhong Zhen, and then his girlfriend Wen He yelled crisply: "Little rabbit, behave, open the tree hole!"
Before Zhong Zhen's eyes widened, the little dumpling lying next to him rolled over and went to the ground flexibly, ran over and opened the door to let Wen He in.
Reluctantly sat up and rubbed his eyes, Zhong Zhen said dumbly: "Why is it so early?"
Wen He's wet hair was still wrapped in a towel, and he hugged his arms and curled his lips in disgust: "It's not early, get up quickly and take the shuttle back to City A. He will mess up the interview if he is late!"
"I will get up now to dress up and dress up." Zhong Zhen forced a smile at her, trying to make her laugh.
"Cut! Dare to say anything so nasty to call bed's grace!" But Wen He didn't appreciate it, and took the small dumpling's fleshy hand, completely unaware of her: "God bless baby, come, Aunt He will take you to brush your teeth. Teeth wash your face."
Zhong Zhen had to put down his slippers and walked to the closet to look for decent clothes, but his ears heard the cute and handsome little buns say: "Aunt He, our kindergarten teacher said, parents should not use polyphonic words when talking to me, such as brushing teeth, no It’s like brushing my teeth, because I’ve grown up."
puff! Zhong Zhen almost snorted with Wen He at the same time, and the two girlfriends looked at each other and held back.
"Well, Zhong Tianyou, you are right, Aunt He will pay attention to it in the future." Wen He suppressed his expression and responded seriously.
If it weren't for rushing to catch the shuttle bus, Zhong Zhen really wanted to go over and hug his son and girlfriend.
For the past three years, it is fortunate that they have been by her side to accompany her through the lowest moments in her life, otherwise she may not be able to survive and will go crazy.
Washing up, dressing up and coming out of the room, Zhong Zhen watched Zhong Tianyou's child lie on the edge of the coffee table with a pair of small hands, with a serious expression of the English letters on his face. The serious little appearance was too much to arouse her affection.
"Little bun, don't write, let's have breakfast first." She sat on the sofa and pressed her head to iron her son.
Zhong Tianyou didn't lift his head, but frowned, "Zhong Zhen, please call me Zhong Tianyou, I'm writing English letters now, don't let me get distracted? Go and catch the shuttle bus."
Er, Zhong Zhen is embarrassed, but her sensible son shows that she is ignorant!
"Look, the real genius son, fool, mother, right? Tell others that Mr. Zhong Tianyou jumped out of your belly, I'm afraid no one will believe it." Wen He on the side did not forget to go down to harm Zhong Zhen.
"When my son is young, you teach him to calculate addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, and then teach him 26 letters if it's not enough. Wen He, I warn you, don't make my son a boy with a white head!" Zhong Zhen stared sullenly. Girlfriends.
"Okay! Go and catch the car!" Wen He and Zhong Tianyou said in unison.
Zhong Zhen couldn't help frowning, Wen He had already squeezed the bag into her arms quickly, and pushed her out the door, not forgetting to say: "Remember to read the biography of Zhen Huan that I downloaded for you on the way, brain fills the workplace. Wind and cloud, be prepared to avoid stepping on the pit!"
Turning his head, Zhong Zhen replied: "I have watched that episode countless times, and it has nothing to do with the workplace situation!"
"Oh, you guys are so noisy." Zhong Tianyou Xiaopenyou pouted displeasedly in protest.
Zhong Zhen made a grievance at him and pouted his lips innocently. Wen He couldn't stand it anymore, and rebuked, "If you don't leave, you really can't make it!"
Raising his wrist to look at his watch, Zhong Zhen murmured a curse, waved his hand and ran to the elevator.
Hurry up, and finally got on the bus to City A.
Arrived two hours later and stopped a taxi to the headquarters building of Chenxing Holding Group.
Fortunately, the interview is only at 11 o'clock, and there is plenty of time.
Zhong Zhen walked to the front desk to inquire. The female receptionist in uniform was about to guide her, but her eyes suddenly lit up, she straightened her back suddenly, and placed her hands in front of her.
Looking back inexplicably with her gaze, Zhong Zhen saw a few men in suits and leather shoes walking in from the entrance of the lobby. The man headed by him was quite familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere!
"Feng is good!" The female receptionist bowed to the man.
Oh! He is Feng Beichen, CEO of Chenxing Holding Group! After Zhong Zhen confirmed his identity, he couldn't help but look at him more.
Feng Beichen briefly nodded in response to the calls from the staff in the lobby. He glanced over Zhong Zhen inadvertently, and immediately moved back.
Xiang Ming behind him also saw Zhong Zhen's existence. Hell, how could she be here?
Feng Beichen recovered quickly and walked into the elevator first without changing his mind. After standing still, he turned his face and gave Xiang Ming a wink. Xiang Ming immediately understood, took out his mobile phone and walked out to dial. phone.
The exclusive elevator came, Feng Beichen walked into the elevator car, Xiang Ming hurriedly followed, leaving the other subordinates to bow down.
After closing the door, Xiang Ming also closed the line and whispered to report: "President Feng, she is here to interview for the position of secretary."
Feng Beichen pondered for two seconds and ordered: "Let her participate in the interview, but not hire her."
"Yes." Xiang Ming didn't dare to neglect, so he called again to follow suit.
As a result, Zhong Zhen, who was completely unaware of where he was, was sent back by the interviewer and the head of the CEO’s secretary office, Zhang Junyan, to wait for the news.
Zhong Zhen is a discerning person. From Zhang Junyan's attitude, she can see that she is not good enough. So after she left Chenxing Holdings, she immediately bought a newspaper and sat in a small park to check employment advertisements and housing rentals.
Since three years ago, she rushed to City C to find her best friend Wenhe with her newborn son. She has only returned to the nursing home in City A to visit her vegetative mother at the middle and end of each month.
But at present, Wen He, who graduated from the C major journalism department, has been recruited by the TV station of City A. She has also graduated from a junior college, and it is time to move back to City A to take root.
Finding a job and finding a house has become their urgent need.
Throughout the afternoon, under the leadership of the real estate agent, Zhong Zhen looked at several houses, either the rent was expensive, or the environment was too poor, and none of them liked him.
The night was heavy, and she dragged her tired body back to her friend Fang Xinping's independent house to stay overnight.
Fang Xinping is the illegitimate daughter of the wealthy Fang family. She is a high school classmate with Zhong Zhen. The two are friends and above, and they are not close friends. This time she also informed Zhong Zhen that Chenxing Holdings was recruiting a young secretary.
Press the code to open the lock and enter the room. The large crystal chandelier in the living room was lit up. The dazzling light made Zhong Zhen half-squinted his eyes and looked around, confirming that Fang Xinping was not at home. She immediately stepped down her shoulders and staggered into the room with her bag .
Buzzing!
The phone vibrates in the pocket at the right time.
When Zhong Zhen took it out, it seemed that Fang Xinping's phone number belonged to Fang Xinping. He immediately picked it up: "Hello? When are you going home?"
"Zhong Zhen, come to the door!" Fang Xinping threw it and hung up.
Hearing her tone was very anxious, Zhong Zhen didn't dare to delay, turned around and opened the hall door, standing in front of the gate of the yard and looking out, there was no shadow of Fang Xinping outside, who was this going to cause trouble?