Wei Wei, the new director of the marketing department of Times Ginza, is about forty years old, capable and neat, and I heard that he was hired by Wen's high-level high-level poaching.

On the first day of her tenure, she held a nearly five-hour meeting with Wen Yunting and the managers of the marketing department, the second day, she talked to some employees, and on the third day, she issued a new personnel appointment. The marketing department was reshuffled, and in addition to the marketing manager, the other employees, including the floor managers, almost all changed positions.

Luo Zhen was transferred to the branch that Lou Mo was in charge of. The rabbit and the dead dog cooked, and her transfer became the gossip of others after dinner, and there was inevitably some ridicule in the gossip.

However, Le Yao's transfer made people fall through the glasses, and she, who had been unknown all along, was appointed by Wei Wei to be the secretary to the director. On the first day of her report to her new post, Wei Wei asked directly: "Le Yao, do you know why I chose you as a secretary?"

Le Yao shook his head,

"It was the Human Resources Department that strongly recommended you, and I didn't have a better candidate," Wei Wei's tone was impersonal and indifferent, "I'll give you a month, and if your work doesn't meet my expectations, I'll replace you at any time." ”

"Director Wei, I will work hard. Le Yao said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

*

"Seven o'clock in the evening, Songlu Road, Paris Spring. ”

Le Yao was planning Wei Wei's itinerary tomorrow, when the MSN window suddenly popped open, it was a message from Wen Yunting, she closed the information window without thinking about it.

thought that he could follow his feelings regardless of it, but what happened to the French restaurant that day made Le Yao's heart cold, he should have found out about Lou Mo's appearance, but he didn't come over to relieve her. That's how he is.

And now she is not the same as she was five years ago, and there are some things she cares about. For example: feeling safe and recognized.

She couldn't guess what he thought of her in his heart?

Le Yao laughed at herself lightly.

Actually, it's good to be alone.

Although it will be sad, sad, and reluctant, she believes that all this will be forgotten with the passage of time.

Forget.

It's really going to be forgotten.

*

Wen Yunting's face was very cold, it was already half past eight, but she still hadn't come, and as time went by, he became more and more anxious.

I used to take out my mobile phone and dial the number, but the phone kept ringing, and no one answered. He remembered that this number was the landline on her desk before.

Today, as he passed the seventeenth floor, through the closed double glass doors, he saw her slender figure sitting behind a large desk busily, flipping through documents from time to time, and occasionally looking up at the computer screen, as if checking something.

She should be very busy when she changes positions today. He was explaining her delay in the bottom of his heart.

Aside from this office phone, there is no other contact information about her in the address book on his mobile phone, and he doesn't seem to see her using her phone.

At half past nine, she hadn't come yet.

And Wen Yunting's patience has long since disappeared, and he also knows that she will not come.

*

Wei Wei is a workaholic, if she doesn't get off work, Le Yao, as a secretary, will have to work overtime, so that she has less and less time to help in the commissary.

"Book a place at this restaurant. Wei Wei handed Le Yao a business card, "I'll arrive at seven o'clock tonight, and I want a VIP box, four people." At last she said, "Go too." ”

"Okay. Le Yao said.

"You go to Genny's counter and borrow a set of clothes to wear tonight. Wei Wei looked at the overalls on Le Yao's body, with a sharp gaze and scrutiny, as her secretary, her image is also very important.

It was the first time for Le Yao to wear such expensive clothes, because they were borrowed, so when she wore them, she was always a little awkward and cautious, for fear that she would get wrinkled and dirty.

The guests invited by Wei Wei were the marketing director and regional manager of the international first-line brand in China, all of whom were women. And the price point of this brand is currently the most expensive in Ginza of the times, however, the recent sales situation is not very good.

Le Yao was surprised by Wei Wei's negotiation ability and skills, but in just a few exchanges, she won more pre-sales discounts and better after-sales service.

At this meal, talking about work was just a few words of Liao Liao, and then it was drinking and chatting, and Le Yao inevitably drank a few glasses of wine, she was not good at drinking, and she was slightly drunk.

After seeing off the two guests, Wei Wei also left, Le Yao was a little drunk, afraid that she would be nagged by Le Zhengming when she went home like this, so she blew a cold breeze on the steps outside the restaurant.

In fact, the wind was very cold, but it couldn't blow away the depression and entanglement in Le Yao's heart.

Across the street, neon is embellished with the words "Paris Spring".

These four words are quietly reconciled with her memory somewhere.

He hadn't dated her again since she missed that night, just like he had five years ago, and disappeared without a trace.

She was tired, sighed slightly, she buried her face in her knees, for a long time, she opened her eyes tiredly, under the dim street lamp, in her slightly open field of vision, a pair of shiny shoes, she looked up, when her eyes coincided with him, her lips, but there was a trace of self-deprecation.

"Have you drunk?" Wen Yunting's tone was cold, but there was a hint of reproach.

Le Yao closed her eyes lazily, and her chin rested on her knees.

Wen Yunting had nothing to do with her, and wanted to help her, but she stubbornly pushed her away, and whispered a little sharply: "Don't touch me." ”

was rejected by her, which made him frown slightly, and he was in a very bad mood, but he couldn't ignore her, so he had to say coldly: "I'll send you home." ”

Le Yao raised her eyes, blinked, and squinted slightly, his figure in her sight was a little blurry, but after the blur, it gradually became clear, but suddenly, she felt at ease. She held on to the steps and slowly stood up, just two steps away, but staggered and unsteady on her feet.

Wen Yunting stretched out his hand to support her, and when he saw her drunken appearance, he frowned and said, "How much wine have you drunk?"

Le Yao was top-heavy and muttered, "I didn't drink much, just a little." But as soon as he finished speaking, he could no longer stand steady, and the whole person leaned towards him softly.

She's not short, but she's light.

Wen Yunting hugged her and put her in the car.

It wasn't the first time he'd hugged her.

The last time he hugged her, she fell asleep on the desk after working overtime, and he didn't know why, but he actually carried her to the sofa in the reception room, and even covered her with his own thin blanket. At that time, his idea was very simple, he just wanted to listen to her voice to embrace the one in his heart.

But gradually, after getting along with her, he actually found the feeling of being with Derpy in her......

Wen Yunting's car drove away slowly, and at this time, Le Yao was already lying in the back seat and falling asleep.

In the car across the street, Zuo Baixiao put out his cigarette hand in the ashtray, and spit out faint smoke rings from his lips, which corroded his sense of smell one after another.

The nano atmosphere on the side didn't dare to come out, obviously, the boss was in a bad mood, but she was more puzzled, Le Yao, there was no Zuo Youqing's gorgeousness, and there was no other woman's beauty and generosity, why, Wen Yunting and the boss noticed her at the same time?

"Nine days back to the galaxy. Zuo Baixiao's hoarse voice sounded in the car, tonight, he was deliberately going to appear in front of her to send her home, but he didn't expect to be taken by someone else, and this person turned out to be Wen Yunting.

*

"Yunting, Yunting......" Le Yao kept whispering in a hazy way, half-asleep and half-awake, she seemed to go back to the time when Biyuan five years ago, she quietly covered his eyes, but he stopped her waist and hugged her, and laughed when she fell into his arms, at that time, she shyly hugged his neck, with joy in her eyes, and whispered to him in a gentle voice, and at that time, in exchange, he hugged him tighter and kissed deeply.

Wen Yunting looked at the tired little woman in his arms, listened to her gentle whispering, for a while, he couldn't tell whether she was Le Yao or his little idiot, his heart was about to move, he lowered his head, and kissed her wine-scented lips.

It's his apartment in the city, and it's a place where he's alone when his thoughts flood the city.

Bringing her here drunk, at first, he just wanted to find a place for her to rest, he didn't think about anything else at all, but at this time, her drunken breathing and low calling made him want to touch her uncontrollably.

There are some feelings, once they come, that all self-control is in vain.

He is not a person who indulges in lust, but at this moment, he longs to have her. When he kissed her, her body was weak and boneless, and her hands climbed up to his neck, taking his lingering kiss.

Kiss, sealed all the way.

She was drunk, so desperate to be intimate with him in the dream she thought she had, like a moth to a fire, her tears rolled down the corners of her eyes, drop by drop, silent tears, wet the corners of her eyes.

And he, listening to her whispering, was also drunk, knowing that she was not his little idiot, but he was still in love with her, and lingered with her in the dark.

Emotions surged, and he whispered, "Derpy, Derpy......

And her tears flooded.

It was late at night.

He was beside her, sleeping very deeply,

Le Yao stroked his face, and tears welled up again.

At first, she was drunk.

But, in the midst of his deeper and deeper kisses, she woke up.

She greedily wanted his moment of pleasure, so she sank in his lingering.

Just when he was emotional, she was almost about to say everything, but he kissed him, tonight he was not gentle, even a little rough, just like that night.

He was never hers.

Even though, they have had such intimate moments.

The tears finally couldn't be stopped, and the pillow was wet.

Before dawn, Le Yao left, and at that time, Wen Yunting was still asleep.

*

Le Yao didn't have time to be sentimental about what happened last night, so she was depressed to find that the skirt she borrowed from Genny's counter yesterday had long since disappeared from the label on the lining, and the coat, like the skirt, had been torn more or less at the neckline or cuffs. Looking at the torn place, her cheeks were red, but her heart hurt even more. She tried, not to think about him, not to think about the absurd entanglement last night.

She sighed slightly in her heart, it seems that the money is lost, this set of clothes, but her three months' salary. The rent and commissary have used up all the savings of their father and daughter, and now, the balance in her passbook is less than 3,000 yuan, and the list signed when she borrowed clothes yesterday is to be returned within two days, what should I do?

*

Wei Wei walked out of the elevator in good spirits, and when he passed by Le Yao's desk, he said, "Come to my office." ”

Le Yao straightened her clothes, tied the silk scarf around her neck, and walked into Wei Wei's office with a notepad, when Wei Wei sat down, Le Yao began to dictate her itinerary today: "At 9:30, the work summary meeting was held in the conference room on the seventeenth floor; at 11:00, you made an appointment with the Dupeng manufacturer to sign a residency contract; at 12:00, President Hao of Ideal International ......" When listening to her dictation, Wei Wei drank coffee, "Was it okay last night." ”

Her sudden concern made Le Yao, who was used to her sternness, a little stunned, and she shook her head: "It's okay." "It's just that Genny's clothes are broken, and that's the most nerve-wracking thing for her right now. "It's okay. Wei Wei opened her notebook, "It's not enough to have the ability to work, you have to get used to social......izing" As soon as she finished speaking, she found that she had inadvertently revealed her warmth, so she changed her formulaic attitude: "It's okay, you go down." ”

The office on the seventeenth floor, the summary meeting of the marketing department. Wei Wei left an important document in the office, and she whispered to Le Yao to hurry up and get it.

Very smoothly, Le Yao found the documents that fell in Wei Wei's office, just when she closed the office door and turned around, she crashed into a warm and strong chest, she looked up in surprise, and when she saw the person who came, she looked away in an instant, for a while, she only felt that the air was thin, her brain was confused, and her heart was racing.

Wen Yunting propped his hand on the door, binding her between his arms and the door, since he saw her outside Times Ginza in the early morning, he decided not to play peek-a-boo with her, his deep eyes looked at her directly with eyes that almost saw through her thoughts: "Are you hiding from me?" At this time, he didn't even notice it, his always indifferent voice seemed strangely gentle.

His breathing was slow, and Le Yao's heart was beating like a deer, but she couldn't dodge, let alone escape, she could only shake her head, not daring to look into his eyes.

His low and seductive voice continued to be gentle, but he never showed his feelings, but he would never say it anyway, and when he woke up, he didn't see her, and he was very disappointed: "Why don't you dare to look at me?"

"Mr. Wen, please let go, Mr. Wei is still waiting for me to get the documents for a meeting. Le Yao found that there was no way she could push him away.

Her "Mr. Wen" widened the distance between them, Yun Ting lowered his head very unhappily, and his breath almost touched the corner of her forehead: "Why are you avoiding me?" Her evasion made him extremely unhappy.

"I ...... No. Le Yao's heartless answer, as low as the sound of mosquitoes, the posture between them is too ambiguous, in case someone sees it......

"You have. The more she flinched, the more he went further, lowered his head, and approached her, at this time, she no longer had the smell of last night's wine, there was a fresh and natural smell after the shower, and he didn't realize how much he wanted to be close to her.

"Mr. Wei is waiting for my documents for a meeting...... Please let it go. His breathing was getting closer and closer, so close that it affected her thoughts, and she lowered her tone: "Mr. Wen......" She looked up, her eyes slightly red.

When the eyes met, Wen Yunting's heart moved, thinking of her lying tenderly in his arms last night, his throat was a little tight. Then, he stumbled upon the kiss marks on her neck that were hidden by a silk scarf, which he had left behind. Suddenly, he reached out and untied her silk scarf.

The slight coldness in his neck made Le Yao ashamed, and he didn't know where he got the strength to push him away, bowed his head and fled quickly.

Watching her flee in fright like a rabbit, Wen Yunting fell into deep thought, Su Ri, he is not such a frivolous and impetuous man, what's wrong today? Or, in front of her, what's wrong with him? And she just now is like her who responded to him enthusiastically last night...... When he looked up again, her figure had disappeared into the hallway, and her silk scarf lay quietly in his palm, seeming to carry her body temperature.

*

It is undeniable that Wen Yunting's reappearance made Le Yao confused her mind again, but what made her even more frustrated was that at noon, she took Genny's skirt and coat to a few sewing shops with exquisite handwork, and they all told her that they could hardly find the same silk thread sewing for this kind of fabric imported from Italy, and could only use the closest thread to sew it, but after sewing, it could not be seamless, which means that even after sewing, a little attention can be seen.

And just now, at the Genny counter, she inquired, the skirt and coat she borrowed were new, and there was no employee purchase price, which meant that if she wanted to buy it, she had to pay in full cash. And the staff at Genny's counter also asked her directly when she could return her clothes.

As a result, it seems that she has no other way but to pay for the purchase. And Genny's counter means that if she wants to buy, she has to pay the money within two days today and tomorrow at the latest, because tomorrow night is another month-end inventory.

There was no way, she could only bite the bullet and borrow another 3,000 yuan from Ye Hui, but when she went to the counter to pay, Genny's counter told her that someone had bought the clothes she borrowed for her in full.

Le Yao was surprised, only she knew about the damage to her clothes, could she be mistaken?

But the shopping guide told her very clearly that the other party made it very clear when he paid the money, that is, the two clothes she borrowed. But she was even more at a loss, who would help her pay?

"It's Mr. Ho. The eyes of the shopping guide are clearly with irrepressible envy, He Haotian, he is a famous potential stock in Ginza of the times.

He Haotian?

Le Yao was stunned for a moment, how could he help him pay? Well, He Haotian is Wen Yunting's assistant, so the person who paid should be Wen Yunting.

She returned to the office at a loss, and then, she found his message on MSN: "Tonight at 8 o'clock, Qingxi Road, 15-01, Tianlu No. 1".

Isn't this the place where they lingered last night? Le Yao's heart was flustered, what was he going to do?

After thinking about it again, she decided to go directly to the 18th floor to find him, return the money for the clothes to him, and she wanted to get rid of all relations with him.

He Haotian was not surprised by her appearance, he had already discovered the affection between her and Wen Yunting, but he had always been cautious in his words and deeds, and he did not mention it to anyone, let alone break it.

Le Yao handed him the money for the clothes: "Mr. He, this is the money for the clothes at Genny's counter, and I will return it to you." "If you don't see him, that's for the best.

He Haotian didn't answer: "The money was paid by Mr. Wen." "Since it was Wen Yunting's payment to him, how could he dare to accept the money that Le Yao returned?

"Please help me transfer the money to him. Le Yao didn't want to say anything, she was just thinking that if she returned the money, then she wouldn't owe him anything.

"I'm sorry, I can't take this money. He Haotian pushed the money away, but found that she was slightly embarrassed and couldn't bear it, so he said: "Le Yao, even if you want to pay back this money, you should return it to Mr. Wen in person." ”

Wen Yunting's large desk, tiled with the planning and design drawings of the Biyuan, he pondered, remembering the scenery of the Biyuan that he had heard from her five years ago, his clean fingers holding the pencil, and revising some details.

A gentle knock on the door.

"Come in. Wen Yunting didn't raise his head, his eyes still fell on the blueprint, the garden needed to add a pair of swings, he marked on the map.

Le Yao walked in hard, staying in the same place as him, her breathing was a little suffocated, and for a while, she didn't know how to speak.

Le Yao's arrival surprised Wen Yunting.

"It's money for clothes. She didn't dare to look at him, just put the money on his desk, turned and left.

"Stop!"

Le Yao's footsteps were slightly sluggish.

"Get the money back. He said. The money she left aside should be her salary for several months. He believed that a woman could borrow clothes for entertainment, so how could she be indifferent to money?

"It's money to pay you back for your clothes. She was ashamed, where did he know about her borrowing clothes from Genny, and he had asked Ho Haotian to come forward to help her pay for it, and she didn't want to have any money to do with him.

Wen Yunting said lightly: "Your clothes were torn by me, and I should pay for them." ”

He just said a word, but he stated the events of last night, and one of his "pays" made her feel humiliated, Le Yao's face was hot, and her chest was faintly angry, but she endured it: "No need, it's just a game, I can afford the money for clothes." ”

The "game" in her words easily provoked his slight anger, but his throat was choked, but he couldn't say a word to refute her, and he only sneered.

"Everybody is an adult, and we don't interact with each other after dawn. Her heart was extremely painful, but there were some words that had to be said clearly, she raised her head slightly to look at him, pretending to be proud and disdainful: "This is the rule of the game, Mr. Wen will not be able to afford to play." She provoked, at this moment, she was going to retreat with her whole body, and the only thing she could do was to disguise herself with sharp thorns.

She said so easily, Wen Yunting's face was cold, and he said coldly: "The rules of the game?" He looked at her and said insincerely: "Do you think that I will be pestering you endlessly?" Hmph, Le Yao, you overestimate yourself too much. ”

When he said that, his heart ached inexplicably, but he still had a mockery on his lips, and said cruelly: "I am not a person who likes to eat white food, and in order to avoid women pestering me, I am used to paying, and that set of clothes should be your reward last night," the corners of his lips raised slightly, and he said coldly, but the words he said were full of cruelty: "Although the money is very small, but, according to my experience, your performance last night is only worth that price." ”