Song Yiren breathed a sigh of relief, Gong Lingye's question, she had thought about it before, so she immediately found her train of thought and began to answer in an orderly manner.

Gong Mochen really didn't expect Song Yiren to be able to answer so clearly, he looked at her calm and indifferent appearance, and somehow, he remembered the quiet way she looked when she fell asleep on his shoulder on the plane that day.

And her hand holding the folder at the moment is so soft to the touch......

After Song Yiren finished answering, she swept her eyes and found that the people around her were all affirmative, and she was about to sit down, when she heard Gong Lingye say: "The point of view is good, but don't get distracted in the future." ”

Song Yiren was stunned, and then looked at him.

He also looked at her, his gaze meaningful.

She was a little annoyed, looked away, only held her long eyelashes, and said, "Okay, Mr. Gong." ”

The meeting lasted two hours, and after it was over, Song Yiren and Xiao Pei returned to the AI building together.

At noon, she was about to go to the staff cafeteria when she received a phone call, which was from Pei Jun: "Miss Yu, the president, please come over now, 36th floor, the president's office." ”

Song Yiren put down the phone, and a colleague asked her what was wrong, she shook her head: "I don't know, Pei Tezhu is looking for me over there." ”

"Ah, I won't punish you for being distracted, right?" A female colleague whispered at Song Yiren and bit his ear: "Our president is handsome, it's just too terrible." Hey, it's the kind of thing that usually thinks about it, and he will come to his dreams at night...... See how I tell you this? Anyway, mourn! Don't be afraid, I support you spiritually!"

Song Yiren was amused: "Are you all so afraid of the president?"

Although he can't even laugh like the second president, he is much more scary than the second president, in short, no one in the whole company is not in awe of him!" The colleague pushed Song Yiren: "You go quickly, it's going to be troublesome if you go late!"

Song Yiren went to the president's office in the main building with a colleague's 'funeral' expression.

It's lunchtime at the moment, and even the secretariat outside the president's office is gone. Pei Jun saw Song Yiren coming over and led her to Gong Lingye's office.

It was the first time she had entered his office, and as she had imagined, it was spacious, bright, and atmospheric, with a desk, bookshelves, wine racks, gray sofas, and a marble coffee table.

There is also an ensuite in the room, and there should be a lounge behind it, and at the moment the door is closed and you can't see inside.

The large floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides of the office can overlook almost the entire Tiangong Group buildings because of the high floors.

Gong Lingye was processing emails, he sat in front of the computer, his fingers tapping on the keyboard quickly, his eyes staring intently at the screen, and his angular face looked even sharper.

The Song Yiren approached and waited quietly.

It wasn't until Gong Lingye sent an email that he raised his eyes and stood up.

"Sit. He gestured to the couch in front of him.

Song Yiren went over as he was told and sat upright.

At this time, Pei Jun knocked on the door, brought in a rather large food box, and then turned around and left with the office door.

Gong Lingye sat down in front of Song Yiren and spoke: "Nuan Nuan, I have something to say to you." ”

His expression was serious and serious, which made Song Yi's heart sink uncontrollably.

I don't know why, she actually thought of her colleague's words, and remembered that Gong Lingye said this morning that she was distracted in a meeting, so what was he going to do with her?

His breathing became a little heavy, and it was in such an oppressive atmosphere that Gong Lingye spoke: "These days, I have thought about it. I've always been on my own initiative about us, and you've not promised me anything, so there's no obligation to explain anything to me. ”

Song Yiren's fingers curled slightly, she looked at Gong Lingye and did not speak.

It seems that he should be completely tired, figured it out, and want to let go?

She felt that something similar to a sense of emptiness floated in her heart, and her throat was a little clogged.

On the other side, Gong Lingye continued: "Therefore, I failed to get your trust and explanation, because I didn't work hard enough and had nothing to do with you. ”

When Song Yiren heard this, he was a little confused. What the hell does he mean?

"My own problem, I shouldn't take my emotions out on you because of this. Gong Lingye said this, looking at Song Yiren's eyes: "Nuan Nuan, I'm sorry, it's all my fault." ”

Song Yiren was completely stunned, he was, apologizing?

Gong Lingye said, holding Song Yiren's hand: "You tell me, what should I do to gain your trust? ”

Song Yiren looked at his serious appearance, and what echoed in his heart repeatedly was what he had just said.

I don't know why, she believes that everything he just said came from the heart.

Song Yiren lifted his lips: "Actually, I also have a problem......

She didn't know how to trust people, and after going through that life, she was actually the most insecure.

But, because of what he had just said, she suddenly wanted to try to believe it again.

Gong Lingye heard what Song Yiren meant, and there was light in his eyes, but then he squinted: "Nuan Nuan, but I can't accept that you and Mo Chen are together." If you're really in love, then I'm ......."

There are many things that he can grab, but if people really love each other, then he may have to let go. After all, that's the basic principle of being a human being.

Song Yiren interrupted Gong Lingye's words: "I went to Pingcheng that day, but I just met him by chance. ”

After she finished speaking, she suddenly realized that she had explained it like this, but she had already explained half of it, and she simply said: "I fell asleep because I was too tired, and besides, the breath on his body was very familiar, I thought it was ......."

Gong Lingye's pupils shrank, and he suddenly thought that he had lent his shirt to Gong Mochen that day.

With a burst of surprise in his heart, he approached Song Yiren, and his voice became very low: "Because it's my taste?"

Song Yiren didn't look at his eyes, his gaze fell on the food box, and the topic changed bluntly: "What is here?"

Gong Lingye obviously didn't let her go, only felt that the haze that had shrouded him for a long time was swept away, he stood up, bypassed the coffee table, and leaned over in front of Song Yiren: "Nuan Nuan, he wore my clothes that day, so you thought he was me in your sleep, so you approached?"

Song Yiren was so annoyed that she couldn't do it, even if she lived the second life, but it was only the first time she fell in love, and at the moment she was being forced to do so step by step, almost thinking was completely no more than her brain, and blurted out: "Then the day I went to Pingcheng, you still spread the scandal!"

"Did you see that scandal?" Gong Lingye's eyes were even more pleasant, and he imprisoned Song Yiren between him and the sofa: "So, Nuan Nuan, are you jealous?"