mtlumby2d Chapter 339 Thinking of You
Chapter 339 Thinking of You
In the coffee shop, Jiang Zhouzhou sat by the window, her long, smooth hair half-tied up, with a few strands falling down to partially obscure her eyebrows and eyes. Her fingertips rested on the keyboard of her laptop, optimizing the plan that Cheng Zhengxun had sent her. When she ran out of ideas, she would pick up a spoon and take a bite of a small cake.
The sweet taste lingered on her lips and teeth, making her feel happy and allowing her to enjoy the peaceful atmosphere.
The weather wasn't great today; it was sunny in the morning but turned gloomy in the afternoon.
She lowered her head, and the pointed chin of her profile appeared exceptionally slender.
A dark gray car was parked in a temporary parking space on the street. The window was rolled down, and a probing gaze fell unabashedly on the face through the glass window of the coffee shop.
The driver in the driver's seat remained silent, following the man's gaze. A look of amazement flashed across his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by curiosity.
He didn't dare start the car unless the people around him said anything.
After a while, the driver couldn't contain his curiosity and asked, "Does Mr. Chao like this girl?"
Unexpectedly, the man coldly replied, "I don't like it."
driver:"……"
Don't you like staring at someone for ten minutes or more?
The atmosphere in the car suddenly fell silent.
The driver secretly thought to himself, "No wonder everyone calls Mr. Cricket a 'chat killer' behind his back."
The weather grew increasingly gloomy, and the temperature became even more unpredictable after the onset of winter. The gradually rising cold wind carried a bone-chilling cold, making Chao Mu's face somewhat pale.
His gaze remained fixed, but his thoughts drifted somewhat.
The girl sitting in the coffee shop had very fair skin, and with her white sweater, even though the weather was gloomy, she seemed to be bathed in a soft halo.
Morning and evening, I can't help but think back to my time in the orphanage...
He hated winter the most. Without warm clothes and blankets, he could only wear a thin coat and huddle on the cold wooden bed, huddled together with a group of people for warmth.
A single candle is the only source of light.
The tiny gray moth flew towards the burning flame, and with a crackling sound, its wings were instantly burned to ashes, the sparks flying out like tiny fireworks, dazzlingly bright.
At that time, he didn't understand why moths fly into flames.
They naively assumed that this creature was also afraid of the cold, which is why it rushed towards the fire without hesitation to seek that meager warmth.
Moths are stupid creatures.
But when he was too cold to bear it, he would secretly place his palms on the candle flame to absorb some warmth.
He is now outwardly glamorous and admired, but he knows that his soul is still that of an ugly gray moth.
It’s not that I don’t like it.
It's because I don't dare to like it.
He feared that if he got too close, he would end up like his short-lived mother, thinking he was pursuing a warm light, only to be burned to the bone and ultimately reduced to ashes.
Jiang Zhouzhou rubbed her aching lower back after sitting for a long time.
Just then, her phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and her eyes lit up.
"Brother Nanfeng."
Perhaps because she ate dessert, her soft voice sounded sweeter than usual.
Gu Nanfeng's gentle voice came from the phone: "What are you doing?"
The man, who hadn't slept for two nights, felt somewhat relieved after hearing her voice.
Jiang Zhouzhou said, "I'm sitting in a coffee shop right next to the apartment. The little cakes there are very delicate and delicious, but I can't eat too many by myself, so I only ordered one. Next time I'll invite you to come with me, and then I can order two more flavors."
She kept talking, and Gu Nanfeng narrowed his eyes and replied, "Okay."
After finishing the last bite of her small cake, Jiang Zhouzhou asked, "What is Brother Nanfeng doing now?"
The voice on the phone was gentle and tender: "Thinking of you."
The chattering girl immediately fell silent.
Her every move was observed by the man in the car. He saw her answer the phone, her face beaming with a bright smile, which then gradually turned into a blush...
The car window slowly rolled up, blocking out the cold wind, and that pretty face became less clear.
Chao Mu said to the driver, "Let's go!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he coughed twice, his pale face turning slightly red.
The driver asked worriedly, "Mr. Chao, would you like to go to the hospital first?"
The man's complexion hadn't been good since this morning.
Asahi looked ahead and said, "No need, now is not the time to go to the hospital."
The driver frowned, finding the man beside him increasingly unpredictable. Did going to the hospital really have to be timed?
Jiang Zhouzhou didn't notice the car outside. After hanging up the phone, she hesitated for a moment and found Gu Nanfeng's assistant's contact information on WeChat.
[Jiang Zhouzhou: Assistant Song, is Brother Nanfeng in the company now?]
Assistant Song, who had been working non-stop with Gu Nanfeng these past two days, raised her eyebrows when she saw the message from Jiang Zhouzhou.
To be able to serve as Gu Nanfeng's assistant, one must be a shrewd and capable person.
The fact that they didn't ask President Gu but instead came to his assistant to inquire shows that they definitely didn't want President Gu to know.
[Assistant Song: Yes, President Gu just returned from Suzhou. The branch office's business ran into trouble these past two days, and President Gu barely slept for two nights. He just got back and rushed straight to the company to continue handling affairs; his eyes are bloodshot from exhaustion. If he continues to push himself like this, President Gu's health will definitely collapse. I, as his subordinate, can't advise him, but President Gu will definitely listen to Miss Jiang's advice.]
Jiang Zhouzhou fell silent after reading the long message the other party sent...
She simply asked if Brother Nanfeng was at the company, and he explained everything clearly.
If asked anything else, he would probably report even the color of Nanfeng's tie today.
The apartment was just a few minutes' drive from the Gu Group building. Jiang Zhouzhou bought two small cakes of different flavors from a coffee shop, put her laptop back in the apartment, and then opened a ride-hailing app.
After arriving at the building, I sent a message to Assistant Song.
Compared to his serious demeanor during their first meeting, Assistant Song was much more enthusiastic: "Ms. Jiang, I know you wanted to surprise President Gu, so I didn't tell him you were coming."
Jiang Zhouzhou's thoughts were directly exposed by him, and she secretly curled her toes.
As he saw her off to the elevator, the assistant beside him, who had previously been quiet and reserved, began to chatter, "Mr. Gu hasn't smiled in a long time. He'll be happy to see Miss Jiang."
Jiang Zhouzhou felt like she had triggered some kind of NPC dialogue, and continued, "Why? Is it because he's naturally not fond of smiling?"
Assistant Song: "..."
Jiang Zhouzhou: "..."
Their faces turned red from holding their breath, and the only sound in the elevator was a buzzing noise.