When Zhou Ling arrived at the company, it was almost eight o'clock in the evening, and she didn't expect anyone in the company at this time, and she was ready to go to the doorman to open the door.

As a result, as soon as I arrived at the company, I saw that the lights were still on on the floor of the news department, although I was a little puzzled, but fortunately, she had to go to the doorman.

Zhou Ling parked the car and got out of the car, and Rong Zheng immediately came out and followed Zhou Ling.

Although there is still a floor lit, the lights downstairs are basically off, except for the communication room, there is a faint lamp, and it is really dark underneath.

Just as Zhou Ling was about to turn on her mobile phone to illuminate, a fan-shaped light came from behind, illuminating the road in front of her.

Out of the corner of her eye, it turned out that Rong Zheng had turned on the flashlight function of her mobile phone.

His lips pursed, he didn't say anything, and walked forward in silence.

When he came out of the elevator, there was a bright light, and Rong Zheng behind him silently turned off the light.

Zhou Ling pressed the code at the door, and the glass door opened.

Go in and find your desk, turn on the computer and start editing the article without saying a word.

Rong Zheng is familiar with Zhou Ling's habits and knows that she doesn't want others to disturb her when she writes articles.

quietly found the closest place to her and sat down, and opened the mobile phone by herself and swiped it casually.

He opened his phone and found that the number nineteen was displayed on the WeChat icon, and he clicked in to see that these nineteen messages were all from Zhao Jiyue alone.

"Rong Zheng, I'm sorry, if it weren't for me today, you wouldn't be misunderstood. ”

This is the content of the last message, as for the first eighteen, it roughly means that he is asking how his injury is, whether he has a conflict with Zhou Ling, and then he apologizes, and feels very guilty.

There is also a saying that she is going to have a party at home on her birthday in two days, and she hopes that he can bring Zhou Ling over at that time, and she wants to apologize that year.

Seeing these news, Rong Zheng's heart was unwavering.

But in the end, there is nothing wrong with the senior sister in this matter, it was because he thought badly for a while, and he didn't tell Zhou Ling that it would lead to such a misunderstanding.

So he didn't get angry with Zhao Jiyue because of this incident at all, but was very grateful, and he felt that he should be the one who expressed his apologies.

After all, it was her own negligence that caused her to be implicated.

As for the party, Rong Zheng looked up from the screen of his mobile phone, glanced at Zhou Ling, who was concentrating on writing, and shook his head secretly.

Forget it, he was a little unsure of what Zhou Ling meant now.

Was she angry because he used Zhao Jiyue as a model, or because she was angry about fighting with Zhou Yiran? Or both?

But no matter which one it is, Rong Zheng knows that this stall should keep a distance from Zhao Jiyue.

So he edited a paragraph and euphemistically expressed his refusal.

Rong Zheng just sent out the message, and it didn't take long for the dialog box to show that the other party was typing.

After a while, Zhao Jiyue replied to him.

"That's a pity, I'm going to the U.S. in November, and I probably won't be back anytime soon. This is probably the last birthday party I've held here, and I wanted to get all my best friends over here. It's a shame you didn't come, but I won't force it, and I respect your wishes. ”

These words are polite and courteous, neither humble nor arrogant, but they only reveal their regrets between words, and there is nothing else.

How to say that Zhao Jiyue took good care of him, and used his connections to pave the way for him several times, which he was very grateful for.

Just like a teacher, it's respect and gratitude.

As a result, I didn't even go to other people's birthday parties, which was too unkind to say.

I wanted to open my mouth to ask Zhou Ling's opinion, but I turned my head and thought that I was going to this party no matter what. is reasonable, Rong Zheng feels that he should not refuse.

After thinking about it, he sent another sentence, in the end, he agreed to her invitation.

Zhao Jiyue was really happy after hearing this, and said that she was going to sleep after a few casual greetings, and then left.

Rong Zheng turned off his mobile phone, and was thinking about how to organize the language to tell Zhou Ling about this, when he suddenly heard a "squeak", and the door of the innermost office was opened.

Song Xing was wearing a white shirt and black suit pants, holding a cup in his hand, and it looked like he was ready to come out to get hot water.

I was a little stunned when I saw that there were suddenly two more people in the empty office, especially the moment I saw Zhou Ling, I was a little distracted.

But the loss of consciousness was only for a moment, but in an instant, Song Xingyan returned to normal.

He smiled, pushed up the gold-wire glasses that had fallen off a little, and asked, "Zhou Ling, why are you still working overtime here at such a late hour?"

At this time, Zhou Ling's article had come to an end, and when he heard Song Xingyan's voice, he was startled, and hurriedly looked up from the computer screen.

"Mr. Song?"

It turned out that the person who was still working overtime in the company was Mr. Song.

"Well, aren't you going home yet?" Song Xingyan walked straight up to Zhou Ling and glanced at the things on her computer, "Are you preparing today's press release?"

"Yes, I took a leave of absence in the afternoon, and I haven't had time to finish the manuscript yet. Thinking that I would be okay in the evening, I would come back and finish the manuscript. ”

"Actually, you can wait until tomorrow to deal with it, you don't have to come here so late, it's not safe. ”

"It's okay, my fiancé came with me. ”

Song Xingyan turned sideways, as if he had just seen Rong Zheng, nodded at him with a smile, and said hello.

"Hello. ”

"Hello. Rong Zheng also replied with a greeting, and his attitude was neither salty nor light.

The two men didn't seem to want to know each other better, so they simply said hello and stopped talking.

Song Xingyan poured a cup of hot water with ease, turned around and returned to the office.

Only this time, he didn't close the door.

Because the location of his office happened to be able to see Zhou Ling who was busy outside.

Maybe it's his selfishness, but it wouldn't be bad if he could watch it from a distance like this all night.

His eyes skimmed over the royal blue thermos bucket on the table, the lid was opened and put aside, the chicken soup inside was no longer very hot, and the layer of floating grease on the surface had a tendency to solidify.

But Song Xingyan's eyes on the chicken soup only stayed for a moment before he quickly moved away, he frowned, still didn't touch the chicken soup, but lowered his head and drank a sip of bland boiled water.

Xiaoxiao has been a lot more settled recently, but this hobby has become cooking.

Since she was suspended, she has been sending him different delicacies in different ways for so many days.

Chicken soup, roast duck, cakes, almost every day is not the same.