The phone rolled over on the carpet and lay there quietly.

Cheng Qinghe bent down to pick it up, his eyes stayed on the screen for a few seconds, and handed her the phone back.

Cheng Pinghe's heart was about to jump out, especially when he looked at it so thoughtfully, he couldn't help but shout in his heart: He found it!

However, Cheng Qinghe didn't ask anything more. He turned his head sideways and looked out the window, although he was not close, but because of the good vision, the movement of the finished product warehouse was clear, and the two old employees were talking to their colleagues in the administration department, probably asking about the operation process of withdrawing shares.

Cheng Pinghe took the phone, his fingertips trembled and pressed to stop the video, and quickly stuffed it into his pocket. She glanced at him secretly and found that the latter was looking out the window intently and didn't pay attention to her movements, but Cheng Qinghe couldn't guess why she came. She swallowed and closed her eyes, almost with one heart in mind, intending to bite the bullet and listen to the lecture.

The long-awaited admonition is long in coming.

Cheng Pinghe raised his eyes to look at his cousin, and just happened to meet his sight. She shuddered, trying to find some reason for her behavior, but blurted out three dry words, "I'm sorry." ”

"Don't send it directly from your phone. Cheng Qinghe said lightly, and after speaking, he felt that his tone was quite stiff, and said, "Be bold and careful in doing things, don't let people know that you have a ghost in your heart at a glance." Cheng Pinghe's face turned red, and he wanted to say something, but he felt that Cheng Qinghe was right. She also knew that even if anyone saw her go upstairs into the chairman's office, they would not be suspicious, but she couldn't stop panicking when she didn't know how to act.

It's not that piece of material.

She hung her head.

"Let's go. Cheng Qinghe could guess that it must be Zhao Congzhou's guy, and the intestines of the flower moved to his cousin, and only Cheng Pinghe would be soft-hearted. As for whether there is Xu Tao's handwriting behind him, he estimates that not, if there is, she will definitely arrange for Cheng Pinghe to be thoughtful, saving Cheng Pinghe from being surprised.

She, he thought, almost masochistically, that he had white eyes and ears, but only now did he understand her purpose and figure out her words and deeds.

Cheng Pinghe didn't move, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you and Sister Xu Tao?"

He smiled, "me?" ”

Cheng Pinghe didn't move, looking at him stubbornly, "You've been very depressed lately, and you don't look like you anymore." "Her eldest brother Cheng Qinghe is not particularly good at hiding his feelings, he will explode when he is angry, and he never hesitates to let people know his mood tendencies. But now he is getting more and more depressed, especially in the past few days, it seems like a different person.

Cheng Qinghe was dumbfounded.

"It's always been you who excuse me, and it's okay for the two of us to change it once in a while, although I may not be able to say it well. Cheng Pinghe mustered up the courage to try to stab Cheng Qinghe's unhappiness, "You broke up?"

Cheng Qinghe looked out the window, and there was a small commotion in the finished warehouse at the moment: Cheng Zhongguo went there with a few middle-level employees and was personally answering the inquiries of the old employees.

He looked away. There is no need to confirm it to Yang Weihua, he also knows that what Xu Tao said is true, but without a third party, he always has illusions. Neither as a son nor as the general manager of Nagahara had no right to criticize his father's decision at the time, and if it were him, he would have chosen the same way to minimize the company's losses. However, he is still a human being, and in the midst of change, he understands the involuntary pain of the little person, how to choose his position, and when the sacrifice is specific to the individual, how does the bearer feel?

Cheng Zhongguo also came over like this, he had an old injury on his leg, which had frozen out of the river in winter. Although his back is straight and he always maintains the demeanor of a soldier, his past experiences have carved traces on his body, and his sacrifice is not only physical.

"Maybe there's a chance to redeem it?" Cheng Pinghe didn't let him go.

Cheng Qinghe came back to his senses, "Let's go." ”

The two of them walked out one after the other, and the two doors of the chairman's office closed silently.

Cheng Qinghe glanced at Cheng Pinghe at the staircase, she understood what he meant, and reminded her again not to use her mobile phone, and nodded to indicate that she remembered.

I'm still young, so I'm going to be upset. He sighed softly.

And what about yourself?

It's time to make a choice.

At night, the rain drifted down, the road was wet, and the wheels rolled over, and the friction was greater than usual.

Cheng Qinghe looked up at the sky when he locked the car, flushing red.

It was a hundred meters away from the parking place to the door of Xu Tao's house, but the rain was unscrupulous and blowing with the wind. Xu Tao opened the door, and Cheng Qinghe, who was standing outside the door, had a little rain star on his hair and face. He blinked, small droplets of water on his eyelashes running down his cheeks.

"You-" Xu Tao was stunned, "Have you eaten?"

She didn't expect him to come.

"Not yet. What about you?" he said honestly. At dinner, the cafeteria cooked a bowl of noodles for Cheng Zhongguo, and asked him if he wanted it, but he remembered to finish the task at hand early and leave early, so he refused.

When is it, just listen to the movement on the road outside, let alone □□ o'clock in the evening. Xu Tao scolded and said truthfully, "I was just about to eat, but I heard someone knocking on the door." ”

Well, let's have some together.

"Don't dislike it. "There was a bowl of porridge on the table, a jar of meat floss with the lid open, and a small plate of pickles. Before Cheng Qinghe could speak, Xu Tao gagged him with words, "There is still a bowl of porridge in the pot." She went into the kitchen and put the porridge in a bowl, and thought about opening the refrigerator to find something to eat.

No.

Not to mention chicken feet and duck paws, not even dried tofu, a lemon was bare in the first compartment, but it could neither be used for porridge, nor can it be used to ward off hunger.

"Let's order takeout. The room was warm, Cheng Qinghe took off his thick coat, rolled up the sleeves of his sweater and shirt, and went into the kitchen to help, but was shocked by the emptiness of the refrigerator - except for a yellow lemon that stayed there alone, there was no substance in every square.

Xu Tao looked at him. Ahem, I'm too busy to eat and drink, so that the accumulated items are exhausted. She cleared her throat, "I don't want to eat fast food today." "On a rainy night in winter, I'm afraid that only foreign fast food can maintain the speed of food delivery.

Cheng Qinghe agreed, he can eat anything when he is hungry, but whenever he can pay attention to it, he naturally wants to eat better. took out his mobile phone, he called someone to deliver food, but at some point the wind was strong and the hula rolled over. In the spare sight, Xu Tao was rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the kitchen.

Disappointed her.

She thought hard for a while, how could it be possible, but it happened, and during this time, she didn't use her skills to buy food.

Cheng Qinghe finished the phone call and helped her restore the drawers one by one, "It will take more than half an hour." Shall we eat something first to cushion our hunger?" and as he squatted down, his shoulder blades were particularly visibly figure-eight. It was originally a thin figure, but now it is more and more dazzling, and it has become a distinct triangle from shoulder to waist. The lines of his forearms are good-looking, and there are not many muscles, but they are neat and manly.

Xu Tao took the bowl of porridge out slowly, thinking about it, he didn't give up and looked for a circle in the old place where snacks were placed, and he didn't even have half a pack of biscuits. The whole house only has rice, half a can of meat floss, and half a bottle of pickles.

What is this called?

The real reason for this, I don't dare to think about it, she Xu Tao can afford to put it down, how can she forget to sleep and eat for a relationship that is not deep. It's just that I've been too busy lately, and once I fail, I'm in debt, and I'm so scared that I'm under a lot of pressure and can't even eat.

Well, that's all.

They sat opposite each other and drank porridge.

It's too quiet, and the sound of chewing the pickle becomes too loud.

It was as difficult as eating together for the first time, Xu Tao took a sip of porridge slowly, and his mind was not focused on eating. In the past, Cheng Qinghe's words were prickly, but at most he could only be regarded as a bear, but now, he is kind and angry, but he is round on the outside and strong on the inside, who knows what he has in mind. The only thing that hasn't changed is probably his face, he has lost some weight, but his eyes are still so beautiful, shining like starlight.

In fact, it is black and white, so it looks bright.

It's not appropriate to ask about things in the factory from her standpoint, and the atmosphere is always a little weird without saying something. I finally found a safety topic, "Does the injured place still hurt on a rainy day?"

He subconsciously touched his ribs, "It doesn't hurt." "Young people recover quickly from injuries, and the impact of injuries on the body is estimated to be noticeable in middle-aged and elderly people, like Cheng Zhongguo, who recurred from his old injuries that night, and his heart couldn't bear it for a while.

After chatting, Cheng Qinghe's face became even worse.

Xu Tao didn't understand where he stabbed him, and decided to keep his mouth shut. She actually wanted to tell him that she couldn't regret it, or that she would come back after thinking about it, but she couldn't say it - she didn't think about it herself, if he confessed, accept it or not, ordinary love is different from a heartbreaking love. The former is the spice of life, and the latter will hurt the vitality if it is not done well.

If Cheng Qinghe is not Cheng Qinghe......

She quickly denied this idea, if Cheng Qinghe was not Cheng Qinghe, maybe she didn't like him either.

Someone knocked on the door, Cheng Qinghe jumped up and hurried out.

Xu Tao stood by the window, watching him order the food he received, and there was actually a small pot of soup, which is also pleasing enough in today's catering industry.

He came back with a large bag, and Xu Taoying went over to take the soup.

Cheng Qinghe didn't let go, "Be careful of burning." ”

Xu Tao found a cushion and put it on the table, and Cheng Qinghe put the soup on it, "Lily and red date stewed hooves, do you eat meat?"

"Eat!"

When the lid is lifted, the hot water vapor rushes out and the fragrance wafts away. He found the spoon and bowl in the bag and helped her fill the bowl, "I asked them to bring dinner every day, and you can look at the menu later, and you can change the dishes you don't like." ”

"No, I don't. She blurted out. If he came to dinner every day, she couldn't stand it, and she hadn't figured out what to do with him.

He glanced at her, "I may not have time to come, you pay attention to eating by yourself." Speaking of this, he suddenly got angry, put a full bowl of hooves in front of her, and almost viciously, "Eat more, what a weight has you become!"

I know my own affairs, Xu Tao has too many things on her mind, and what she eats has turned into motivation, supporting her to turn her thoughts into actions.

She snorted and said, "You're not afraid, I'll have more strength to deal with you when I'm full." ”

He didn't speak, and only after a while did he speak, "I don't care, the public is public, and the private is private." ”

As soon as he retreated to the eighteenth line, he did not care so much, and took care of his own small business, Changyuan's affairs...... It's not the eighteenth century, grievances and grievances, money matters are solved with money, anyway, he doesn't care, who's right and who's wrong, and adults don't have a gray area?