deep invasion

Chapter 82 The Extra Story Melts 1 Minute

As the black Maybach drove up from a distance, the marching crowd became restless, and colorful signs painted protests in different languages.

Someone rushed over from a distance, stopped in front of the car, stared at the people in the car, and there was an unpleasant and pungent smell from the worn clothes.

Through the glass, the assistant frowned slightly, turned his head and respectfully asked the man in the back seat, "Mr. Duan, do you want it now?"

"Drive over."

"But there are too many of them, if there are casualties..." The assistant subconsciously shut up after being swept by that cold gaze.

Duan Lin finally separated his attention from the red and green lines on the tablet screen, and cast a faint glance at the crowd outside the window. The boiling crowd seemed to be pieces of moving and breathing flesh in the dark pupils.

"Go and tell Robert that if the nine o'clock meeting doesn't start on time, he and his officers are ready to resign."

The assistant was taken aback, and immediately dialed the internal number of the police station after three seconds. After receiving the assurance from the other party, he turned around and reported, "Robort said that you will arrive at the building in 15 minutes."

There was no answer, and the assistant breathed a sigh of relief.

On the spacious back seat, Duan Lin crossed his legs, his handsome face seemed like a Greek stone statue that couldn't smile, from that calm and indifferent expression, it was hard to guess what he was thinking.

Maybe in the next moment, he will sell tens of millions of stocks, or change his itinerary immediately to invite a senior government official for afternoon tea.

Rather than saying that the Duan family stands at the top of the financial pyramid, it is better to say that this man named Duan Lin made the Duan family his throne.

Fifteen minutes later, the engine of the Maybach roared, and it successfully arrived at the building amidst the protesting crowd twice.

Duan Lin stepped into the elevator and saw a familiar face as expected.

"Good morning, uncle." Gu Jun rubbed his messy hair, his eyes were light blue, and he stepped out of the elevator first.

...This child seems to be too sleep deprived, and is even thinner than when he first arrived half a month ago.

Duan Lin's eyes fixed on the thin back for a few seconds, and he suddenly realized that he was paying too much attention.

It is not a good thing for those in power in the Duan family to pay more attention to their subordinates than the superiors.

The elevator door opened, and the assistant quickly walked to the front and opened the door of the conference room. All the senior officials were already waiting in their seats.

Duan Lin sat on the chair at the front and found that there was an empty chair, which was the position of the Minister of Intelligence.

The company is about to conduct a large-scale acquisition, and business intelligence is important information that is indispensable for a minute, but this person is absent?

Duan Lin's eyes darkened, "Where's Jason?"

"Jason is on leave today due to illness."

Duan Lin knocked on the table casually, and said lightly, "You don't need to ask for leave for a minor illness, and he won't be able to come if you are seriously ill. Go and call Gu Jun. From today on, he will be in charge of the intelligence department."

No one objected.

After 5 minutes, the meeting was interrupted.Gu Jun, who didn't know why he was suddenly promoted, opened the glass door and sat down on the seat carelessly.Those chocolate-colored eyes looked around, and finally fell on the person in front.

Is this an affirmation of him?

The eloquent newcomer, Gu Jun, did not know that after this meeting, the label on himself had changed from a vase to a useful vase.

In the high-rise buildings thousands of miles away from their hometown, the simple word "Uncle" has become the most unique nickname, and some people who admire Young Master Gu ask heartbrokenly, "Are you with **?"

When Gu Jun heard those questions, he always smiled and shook his head and strode away.

Of course not, they are just bosses and subordinates, and at most they have a little relationship.

The black coffee in the coffee cup was gone, and the deep and shallow marks on the wall of the cup proved that Young Master Gu Jingui's tongue was used to the astringent bitterness.

Since five years ago, he was no longer the kid who only chased after Mr. Duan's car exhaust.

Time wears away the courage that belongs to a young man. Most of the time, Gu Jun is just busy deciphering the endless information in his hands. Occasionally, just occasionally, he will raise his head, and his eyes will secretly fall on the man from the corridor. on people who pass by.

Mr. Duan likes dark colors, he is born with clothes racks, and the lead gray long windbreaker makes his legs extremely slender.

Mr. Duan smokes occasionally, and his movements are graceful and elegant. The white smoke softens the outline of his stern face.

Mr. Duan is very serious at work and often works overtime. In the entire building, the lights in the CEO's office are often the last to go out.

……

Well, the lights in Mr. Duan's office are not the last to go out now, at least not tonight.

When Gu Jun raised his head from the computer, he glanced at the wall clock on the wall. It was already ten o'clock, and the whole office building was filled with silence.

The brisk songs were still playing outside the window, Gu Jun rubbed his sore neck and looked out, seeing the tall pine tree with colored lights hanging on it, he remembered that today is Christmas.

He was sent to Europe by his second brother three months ago. His work was secretive and busy, and he didn't have any good friends around him who could accompany him to work overtime for Christmas.

... In fact, Christmas is not a good thing, he is a dignified Chinese, but a foreigner's holiday.

But the more I thought about it, the colder I felt.

Gu Jun looked at his crumpled shirt dejectedly, recalling the days when he drove a sports car around New York, he shut down his computer angrily, and was about to stand up, when he glanced at the door from the corner of his eye, he was stunned.

The silver-white moonlight came in from the window, casting a layer of cool light on the familiar tall figure at the door.

"Big, uncle, you, why are you still here?" Gu Jun actually stammered, and Gu Jun wanted to slap himself twice.

Duan Lin quietly looked at the heartbroken child behind the table, and sighed helplessly.

Sure enough, he was still a child.

"Where do you live? I'll take you off." He remembered that the kid hadn't bought a car yet.

Could this be... the comfort of working overtime?Gu Jun thought about his house number, and gave it out decisively. He was about to walk to the door when he suddenly became top-heavy.

"Gu Jun?"

Being caught by someone, before losing consciousness, Gu Jun subconsciously leaned into that strong arm, with a nice smell of men's cologne in his nose.

"How is he?"

"The patient has acute gastric bleeding and needs to stay in the hospital for a few days. The family members come here to follow the hospitalization procedures."

"……it is good."

"In the future, I have to tell the patient to eat well. If he is so hungry that his stomach bleeds again, his stomach will collapse."

"...I'll remind him, thank you."

The smell of disinfectant still lingered in the ward.

When Gu Jun woke up from the hospital bed, he felt a burning pain in his stomach, but when he turned his head, there was no one in the ward.

Sure enough, it was an illusion, that smell...huh?Who is at the door?

Thinking of some horror movies, the child shrank himself into the quilt, so, in the eyes of Mr. Duan who had just entered the door, Gu Jun became a white cocoon.

... Is this kid trying to suffocate himself to death?

Putting down the things in his hands, Duan Lin pulled the person under the blanket out with some dumbfounding, "It's time to eat."

Gu Jun looked at the porridge in the lunch box, silently picked up the spoon on the side, and opened the lid with his head down under Mr. Duan's gaze.

……shameful.

"From now on, you can go to and from get off work on time."

"But don't you often work overtime?"

Duan Lin was taken aback, swallowed the next words from his lips,

"you……"

After happily eating a spoonful, Gu Jun raised his head, realized what he said, and immediately explained, "I'm an excellent employee after all."

Excellent employees were squeezed by countless capitalists, and they almost died of overwork when they entered the hospital late at night... Faced with the news headlines and the man's unclear gaze that appeared in his head, Gu Jun coughed in embarrassment.

A hand patted his back.

"The nurse will come over later, just call the assistant if you need anything."

"Oh."

Looking at the dejected person on the hospital bed, Duan Lin withdrew his hand and paused slightly, his eyes lingered on the soft hair for a moment, and couldn't help but want to rub the top of the boy's hair that came out of nowhere. impulse.

He was clearly an adult, but he looked more like...a homeless, miserable little animal.

For him, he was a child after all.

Duan Lin looked at his watch, it was almost twelve o'clock, and there was another meeting tomorrow, he needed to keep up his energy, it was time to leave.

However... Duan Lin looked at the hand that grabbed him suspiciously.

"Uncle, let's save a few more minutes for the outstanding employees." Gu Jun tilted his head again, bit his lips, saw that the man didn't move, and added, "Just 5 minutes."

5 minutes later, it's zero o'clock.

After a moment of silence, Duan Lin sat back.

Only one wall lamp was turned on, and the orange light shone warmly on Duan Lin's body, casting warmth on this normally indifferent man.

No one spoke.

Duan Lin found that this kid who peeked at him from time to time in the company was now thinking about something intently with his head down, as if he wanted to treat him as air.

What was he thinking about?

Gu Jun was counting down the time on the clock.

Sixty, 59... thirty, 29... ten, nine...

23 points.

The soft lips touched lightly, and before they had time to be surprised, the sudden kiss was over.

Under Mr. Duan's somewhat unexpected gaze, Gu Jun's face quickly turned red, "Uncle, Merry Christmas."

If you can't be the first person to bless you, then it's good to be the last one.

Gu Jun stared blankly at Mr. Duan getting up and then turning back.

The chin was caught, and the darkness suddenly hit. Before Gu Jun had time to adapt, he felt his lips being pressed lightly, and then came

"Merry Christmas."

Gu Jun didn't see clearly, in the darkness, there was a faint smile on his favorite face.

It was not until many years later that our classmate Gu Jun knew about his luck.He is the only one who expressed his blessings to Mr. Duan this Christmas.

In this cold city full of desires, facing such a heart, even an iceberg can melt for a minute.

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