326: C326 I Discovered Assistant An's Secret

C326 I Discovered Assistant An's Secret

After returning to his office, Ang Zizhu had been thinking about Shirley kissing him and confessing to him in the morning.

Ang Zizhu had been muddle-headed the whole afternoon. When he got off work, young master Feng said that he wanted to rush back to his apartment to have dinner with Siyi and ask him to get off work early.

He then packed his things and left.

When he came to the parking lot, he saw a familiar figure squatting in front of his car.

Shirley wolfed down the dinner in front of her. What image did she have? She could not care less now.

Ang Zizhu, who was opposite her, watched her eat. He knew that since the morning until now, after she left the hotel, she was penniless. She had been hungry and waiting for him in the parking lot.

After Shirley put down the fork, Ang Zizhu took out a tissue and gave it to her.

"Thank you. " Shirley smiled and used a tissue to wipe her mouth.

"No need to thank me. I will call young master Feng later and ask him to send you to your father's subordinate. . . " Before Ang Zizhu finished speaking, Shirley suddenly stood up and ran out with her bag.

Ang Zizhu grabbed her hand. "Where are you going?"

Shirley looked at Ang Zizhu and then at the hand that grabbed her wrist. "I will not go back. "

"They are looking for you and you are penniless. Where are you going?" Ang Zizhu let go of Shirley's hand and asked.

"I will not go back. As for where I am going, you do not need to worry. " Shirley's eyes were filled with tears. She held back her tears. She said with a sideways face.

"You. . . " Ang Zizhu stared at Shirley.

Finally, Ang Zizhu brought Shirley back to his residence.

He opened the door, pressed the switch at the entrance, and the house lit up. Only then did Sydney notice that this was only a small apartment with two bedrooms and a living room. She looked at Ang Zizhu. She really didn't expect that the CEO's assistant of Fengxing Group would only live in such a small apartment.

Ang Zizhu brought Shirley to a room on the left. He opened the door and saw a room full of women.

Shirley instinctively thought that this was Ang Zizhu's girlfriend's room. Her face instantly turned pale.

"This is my sister's room. You can sleep in her room tonight. " Ang Zizhu said lightly.

"I thought you were your girlfriend's room. . . " Shirley muttered. Ang Zizhu did not hear her clearly. He turned around and looked at her.

Shirley immediately corrected herself, "I mean, why is your sister not at home?" Phew, he almost heard her.

"My sister went on a honeymoon with my brother-in-law and when she comes back, she won't stay at home anymore. " young master Feng had given all the shares of Siya to his brother-in-law. He was afraid that his brother-in-law would have to stay in B City for a long time. Ang Zizhu thought that his brother-in-law would call young master Feng from time to time to complain. He found it funny.

The expression on his face also softened.

Shirley also became infatuated with him.

When Ang Zizhu came back to his senses and saw Shirley's infatuated face, he quickly turned his eyes away and coughed lightly, "That Miss Shirley, if you want to wash up, the bathroom is over there. I'll go back to my room first. " After saying this, Ang Zizhu turned around and entered the room opposite him.

Shirley watched Ang Zizhu's door close with her eyes. Her heart started to beat wildly without any pattern.

Tonight, she would sleep under the same roof as him. Although they were not in the same room, she was satisfied with the room facing each other.

After Ang Zizhu returned to his room, he was hesitating whether he should call young master Feng and tell him about Shirley being with him.

Thinking of Shirley's firm expression, Ang Zizhu hesitated when he took out his phone.

He could clearly hear Shirley opening the room and walking towards the bathroom.

Then the surroundings fell into silence. Not long after, she came out of the bathroom and returned to the room.

Ang Zizhu stood up and rubbed his face.

He then picked up a change of clothes and walked out of the room.

Shirley happened to be sitting on the sofa in the living room. At first, he was shocked. In the end, he noticed that it was Shirley. He asked, "Why haven't you rested yet?"

"The time difference hasn't changed yet. You still have to work tomorrow. Quickly go and take a shower. " Shirley crossed her legs. In the darkness, the expression on her face could not be seen clearly.

"Do you want to drink some milk? Milk can help sleep?" Ang Zizhu walked towards the kitchen as he spoke.

"It's too troublesome. I don't want it. " Shirley got up and wanted to help Ang Zizhu, but she did not want to sit cross-legged for too long. Her legs went weak and she pounced towards the tea table.

Ang Zizhu was quick to react. He grabbed her arm and pulled her into his embrace, saving her from the fate of intimate contact with the tea table.

"Are you alright?" Ang Zizhu lowered his head and looked at Shirley.

Shirley looked up and their eyes met. Shirley licked her dry lips, then raised her head and kissed Ang Zizhu's lips.

Just as she was about to touch him, Ang Zizhu suddenly said, "I'll get you some milk. " Then he pushed Shirley away.

Shirley lowered her head and did not reply.

Ang Zizhu poured the milk and placed it on the coffee table. He did not even take a bath before he ran away from the living room.

After hesitating for a long time in the room, Ang Zizhu finally threw his phone into his briefcase.

After an unknown period of time, there was a knock on the door.

Ang Zizhu looked back and did not reply.

He knocked on the door a few times and stopped when he heard no response.

Ang Zizhu laid on the bed with his eyes open. He only fell asleep when the sky started to brighten.

His phone rang and woke him up.

He rubbed his eyes and touched his glasses from the table. Then, he took his phone out of his briefcase with his eyes half-closed.

"Hello! young master Feng!"

"Zizhu, are you still sleeping?" Mooh Yifeng's surprised voice came from the other side. After all, Ang Zizhu had been with him for three years, and this was the first time he had not seen anyone when the time came.

"That young master Feng, I slept a bit. " Ang Zizhu's tone was a little awkward.

"Actually, I just want to ask, where are you keeping those documents from new zone?" Mooh Yifeng continued.

"In the second drawer on the left side of my office, the key is on top of the cabinet behind. . . " Ang Zizhu rubbed his forehead and got off the bed.

"Then you can continue sleeping. There is no need to come to the office today. I will go to your office to look for it. " Mooh Yifeng hung up the phone after saying that.

Ang Zizhu walked out of the room and found that the door opposite was still closed.

He adjusted his glasses and went to the bathroom.

After washing up, he went into the kitchen and poured a glass of milk. He stood in the living room and drank it.

He was considering whether he should wake Shirley up.

He glanced at the entrance and finally realized that something was wrong.

Shirley's shoes were gone. . .

Ang Zizhu put the milk cup on the table and rushed into his sister's room.

The room was very clean, just like what he had shown Shirley yesterday.

The person who was supposed to be in the room had disappeared.

On the bed, there was a piece of paper written in English.

It was the letter Shirley left for Ang Zizhu.

Zizhu:

Forgive me for calling you that! I'm going back! Thank you for taking me in last night, thank you for treating me to dinner!

Goodbye!

It was a very simple letter, and there were some wrinkles on it, but Ang Zizhu read it for a long time. . .

Shirley did not appear again. There was now Mu Qianhan, the assistant, in Mooh Yifeng's office.

The new zone was already confirmed to be presided over by Mu Qianhan. These two days, Mu Qianhan had temporarily come over to do her internship.

It was rare for her to be relaxed, but Ang Zizhu felt like she was missing something.

He took out the crumpled letter from the pocket of his shirt and looked at it carefully. He looked very seriously, and even when Mu Qianhan came in, he did not notice it.

Mu Qianhan swore that she really did not mean to peek at Ang Zizhu's love letter. But she came to his office to pick up things. The office was only that big. When Ang Zizhu raised the love letter, she naturally saw it.

"Eh, an English love letter? Which woman is thinking about our Ang? She wrote it while crying. She really loves him. . . "Mu Qianhan could not help but say.

Ang Zizhu reflexively turned around, and his face turned red. Then he remembered Mu Qianhan saying, "She wrote it while crying. That Miss Mu, how did you know she wrote it while crying?"

"Nonsense, didn't you see the handwriting spread? And who would use a crumpled piece of paper as a love letter to write to someone? Of course it wasn't you who wrinkled it. You'll know when you look at the four corners of the paper. " That was why this woman was more meticulous than a man. It was just a piece of paper. So many problems.

Ang Zizhu's eyes fell on the paper in his hand again. She was writing while crying? Why did she cry? Wasn't it good to go home?

Mu Qianhan glanced at Ang Zizhu, then turned around and left his office.

"Didn't you find any documents? I have been gone for so long. " Mooh Yifeng looked at Mu Qianhan.

"I found him, but I also found a secret about Ang. " Mu Qianhan said mysteriously.

"What secret?" Mooh Yifeng heard Mu Qianhan's words and became interested in Ang Zizhu's secret.

Mu Qianhan whispered into Mooh Yifeng's ear, "Ang secretly read love letters while he was at work. Was it written by a girl, or was it written in English? Oh, right, when did Ang Zizhu get to know a foreign girl?" Mu Qianhan added in the end.

The words foreign girl instantly made Mooh Yifeng think of Shirley.

Could it be. . .

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in. "

Ang Zizhu came in with red eyes and asked, "young master Feng, do you know Miss Shirley's number?"

Indeed! "Yes, I have her number. " Mooh Yifeng opened the drawer and looked around. He quickly took Shirley's name card out.2

"Thank you, young master Feng!" Ang Zizhu left as if he had found a treasure.

"Feng, Ang Zizhu and Shirley, they. . . " Mu Qianhan finally understood what was going on. It was just that she really did not expect Shirley to be so lively and Ang Zizhu to be so calm. Cough, cough. . . Could this be the legendary movement and silence?

"En, they might. . . "

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