C8 The Concern of the Boss

Tian Tian had just returned to his office when his superior, Tian Lan, called him in.

"How many female employees are there in our company?" Tian Lan gestured for her to close the door and ask.

"Eh? "This?" Tian Tian didn't think that the manager would ask this. He thought that the manager wanted to test her knowledge of the company's staff, so he quickly searched through his brain, "About one hundred."

"Oh." Tian Lan seemed deep in thought. "Then, do you know of such a person?" Tian Lan described the appearance of the person she wanted to ask.

Short hair, handsome face, etc.

Tian Tian felt a bit dizzy hearing this. There were many beauties in the company, and some with short hair as well. It was difficult to guess who they were just based on the wording.

Even though she knew that she would get a supercilious look in return, she still cautiously asked, "But I wonder, how short is it?" Compared to the shoulder, the waist is short hair, and the waist is short hair.

As expected, Tian Lan rolled her eyes. "I've never seen it before, how would I know?"

Tian Tian could only knit his brows and think.

Suddenly, Tian Lan said, "Her house should be on Wutong Avenue. It should be around Fifth Avenue."

"Parasol Tree Dao?" Tian Tian felt a bit strange, she thought to herself, I live there, but she didn't know the address of the company's staff, there were so many people, who would remember to come over?

"Do you remember?" Tian Lan asked her.

"No, my family lives in Wutong Road. It can't be me, right?" Tian Tian smiled, then remembered that his Aunt Mei fit these requirements, only, the manager was asking about the employees of the company, moreover it was on Fifth Avenue, that had nothing to do with Aunt Mei. Besides, Aunt Mei wasn't at work yet, so why was she so concerned about her?

"Oh …" Tian Lan nodded thoughtfully. "Got it. Help me keep an eye out for them."

"Alright." Although Tian Tian didn't know what his boss was up to, he still nodded obediently and left.

Tian Lan then called the leaders of the other departments. The answer was yes or no, but there didn't seem to be anyone living on Wutong Avenue.

Only then did Tian Lan relax and pick up the landline on the table. She dialed a number and charmingly explained the situation before affirming that there were no such employees.

The person on the other end of the line, who was listening to her report, hung up after a few "Oh" sounds.

She put down the phone, feeling a little disappointed at the same time. She wondered who this boss who wasn't in love with women was thinking about. Who has this luck?

She picked up the small mirror on the table and looked at herself, sighing with frustration. She was twenty-nine years old and not young, but she had spent nearly three years in this tasteless company. To waste such a good time instead of enjoying it, was there any value in wasting it? For the first time, her confidence wavered.

The person on the other side of the phone was deep in thought. Even though he knew it was not something that he had much hope in, he couldn't help but ask about it.

This woman looked too similar to her appearance ten years ago. Other than the fact that her temperament was a bit more calm and reserved, there was no difference in terms of appearance. But, after all, it was ten years. After ten years of carving, that immature young girl should have left something on her face.

After thinking about it, he felt relieved and shook his head. It was impossible to find such a coincidence. In this world, there were many people who resembled each other.

His heart sank as he lit up a cigarette. The smoke curled upwards, as if it had returned to the past …

"..."

Tong Zimei did not sleep soundly. She was having all sorts of strange dreams in her drowsiness.

First, in a place full of golden cauliflower blossoms, a face she would never forget beckoning her gently, and then, as she approached, the man suddenly became a demon, his face filled with fury and desire to tear him apart. Terrified, she turned back to run, only to find that behind her was not a flat field at all, but a cliff, and from somewhere, the vines that could only be seen in a sci-fi film wrapped tightly around her, strangling her to the point of breathlessness. "Help me!" she shouted, but her voice seemed to be in her throat, and no sound could come from it. Then, for some reason, she stood in the office she went to yesterday and was scolded at by her boss, whose face could not be seen clearly. It was all bad, unlucky dreams.

When she opened her eyes, it was already bright outside. She raised her hand to wipe her forehead as cold sweat dripped down her forehead. She still hadn't woken up from her dream and felt her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

"This is definitely not a good omen." she thought.

Then, as if she had heard something ringing, she focused and listened for a moment. It was the cell phone on the bedside table.

She did not intend to answer it, but the phone began to sing again after a while, as if she would not give up until she had answered it.

It must be Tian Tian, afraid that she would die? Thinking of this, she lazily reached for her phone and, without even looking at the number, directly pressed the answer button. "Hello?"

Her voice was not strange to her, as was the voice of a patient, weak and weak.

However, there was a different feeling when he heard that voice. It was filled with an indescribable gentleness, gentleness and gentleness, especially the last syllable that rose slightly. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.

He originally wanted to call Tong Zimei and ask her if she was really sick or if she didn't have an excuse, but he didn't expect that this soft and gentle "hey" would cause him to not know how to begin the conversation. It was obvious that Tong Zimei was sick. Her voice had a hint of familiarity with her, but it also added to the charm of her voice.

He quickly adjusted his emotions, trying to make his voice sound friendly as he said, "I am Liao Shawen."

When he reported his name, he could clearly feel the other party's breathing slow. "Are you feeling better?" He continued.

Tong Zimei never would have thought that this phone call was from her boss. One must know that she didn't go to work yet, so she was so "treated" like this. She immediately felt overwhelmed by the favor and tried to smile, "Hello, Boss Liao. Sorry, I might have caught a cold, and it'll be fine very soon."

"Oh, then that's good. Have a good rest and hope to get well as soon as possible. "Goodbye." Liao Shawen briefly ended his message of concern as a superior.

On the other side, Tong Zimei was still holding onto the phone, trembling. Was it her boss? The scene of the boss scolding her in her office was still fresh in her mind. She thought that she couldn't go to class anymore and would be unlucky before she did.

She didn't expect that her immediate superior would call her back. It seemed that her dream was the wrong one.