Chapter 87: Is your friend's surname Lu?

  At night, 10 o'clock.

  Qing made two cups of noodles and gave one to Yanzi. The two sat in the living room, watching TV and gossiping, feeling very relaxed. Recently, all the topics at the company have been centered around Huo Zhe. Yanzi could basically guess that it was related to the grudge between Huo Zhe and Gu Qingheng.

  Yan Zi concluded: "Isn't Su Mei enough to deal with? But for so long, she still can't handle Huo Zhi. This guy, colleagues all say he's a weirdo, what he thinks in his brain is different from us."

  In plain terms, it's called genius.

  In Yang's eyes, genius and abnormality are one and the same, with a derogatory connotation.

  Ning Qing nodded while listening to Yan Zi's words, watching TV at the same time, her mind was not focused. As for Huo Zhe's matter, she would hear about it every day in the office, so it wasn't unfamiliar to her.

  Yan Zi was eating instant noodles and asked her: "Don't you have to go out for social events?"

  Nian Qing shook her head, unsure: "When it's really my turn, I don't want to go, but I have to."

  In the office, she has the lowest seniority and is a newcomer, with no privileges.

  Yan Zi raised an eyebrow and bumped Nian Qing's shoulder, hinting: "Gu Qinghe can't bear to let you go."

  "......Then I'd rather go." Nian Qing smiled bitterly, her voice helpless. Being taken care of too well would make her lose the will to refuse.

  The mobile phone rang at this time.

  Yan Zi thought it was hers, and the ringtone she used with Nian Qing was the same. But the mobile phone on the tea table belonged to Nian Qing, and the incoming call display flashed out their boss's name, Gu.

  Yan Zi smiled and glanced at Nian Qing: "It's already past 10 o'clock, is he thinking of saying goodnight to you?"

  Ning Qing handed her bowl over to Yan Zi, patted her shoulder and begged for mercy: "I only ate two mouthfuls, I'll give it all to you."

  "I'm going to get fat to death!"

  "No, you're too thin," said Nian Qing, taking out her phone and entering the room.

  Close the door, mobile phone ringing, lingering in mind.

  Qing sat down beside the bed, picked up the phone, and spoke softly: "Hello."

  "Have you slept?" Gu Qingheng's voice came from the receiver, still crisp and clear.

  "Not yet." Ning Qing replied.

  "I want to hear your voice." Gu Qingheng said: "I've been wanting to call you, but I didn't want to disturb you when you're busy with work, so I've been waiting for you to rest enough."

  His voice dropped low, as if it were stuck to the microphone, close to her ear, very close, touching her most sensitive nerves.

  Subconsciously grasping the corner of her clothes with her pale and delicate hand, steadying her disordered heart.

  She sits in the office, no matter how hard she works, it's not even a tenth of what Gu Qingheng does. The one who is really tired is him.

  He has been thinking of her all along.

  Being overly gentle can lead people astray and make them lose their way.

  "...How's everything going on your end?" Nian Qing showed concern for Gu Qing Heng's situation, for the first time, subconsciously.

  "En, everything is fine, but I won't be able to return early." Gu Qingheng's voice was languid, with a hint of pleasure.

  "Oh." Nian Qing nodded.

  Silence.

  Each other's breathing sounds, through the receiver, surround each other, very sensual.

  "And you? I'd like to hear about your affairs too." Gu Qingheng broke the silence, asking a question and wanting to hear more of Nianqing's words.

  "I don't have anything special going on. Just the usual, go to work, come home from work, spend time with my son." Jing Qing said matter-of-factly. Her social circle has always been simple. She has always yearned for a stable life.

  Gu Qinghe smiled slightly, very satisfied with Nian Qing by his side, and no other men who shouldn't be there.

  Afterwards, they chatted briefly and the atmosphere was still harmonious, like friends, but also a bit ambiguous, close to romance.

  Finally, they bid each other goodnight and hung up the phone.

  The call time is only 10 minutes.

  She looked down at her red palms, which had been clenched tightly just now, and the blood couldn't circulate, all concentrated here, showing that she was extremely anxious.

  ……

  Two days in a row.

  Gu Qingheng would send a short text message to Nian Qing at noon, with a simple and caring inquiry. Nian Qing would reply with a similarly brief message after lunch.

  Afterwards, Gu Qingheng won't be sending anything back, thinking that he has a lot of things to attend to on his side in Haicheng.

  At night, around 10 o'clock, Gu Qinghe will call Nian Qing on time.