When Li Shaohui stood up to leave the conference room, the conference room was empty, and Song Dafu went to Yang Caigeng's office to apologize and intercede for him.

Li Shaohui smiled bitterly, walked out of the conference room, and returned to his desk. He looked at the half bottle of water on the table, picked it up and drank it all, "cough, cough", and drank so violently that he choked.

"Wow, that beauty is so beautiful, it's not an exaggeration to say that she is sinking into the fish and geese, no, she should belong to the level of disaster to the country and the people. The kid in the corner praised in amazement with a few adjectives, and there were more than a dozen people around him, and they didn't know what was being discussed.

"Nonsense, people should call it the Closed Moon Shame Flower, how can such a derogatory term as disaster to the country and the people be put on such a perfect goddess?

"You two raw melons and eggs know a yarn, and you know how to be obscene all day long. "The one who spoke was Zhang Qiang, the quality inspector of Group A, who was recognized as an old driver and an old pervert.

It is said that the women he has played with are at least one reinforcement company or above, because he has been a compulsory soldier for two years, so he calls the process of chasing women hunting, and the "prey" is those beautiful women who are quite beautiful, and the "hunter" is the old rascal who is the one who should not give way.

Whenever he sees a "prey" that can make his hormones soar, he will hit the nail on the head in a "fast", "accurate", and "ruthless" way, and capture the "prey", and the results are also satisfactory, most of the "prey" in less than half a month, by this old pervert willingly ruined, and the most important thing is that after that, these "prey" also cut off the connection with him, and the rest of the feelings are not over, and they rushed to find him.

For this reason, these perverts in the company worship him like a god, and often ask him for tips on pickle girls, but Li Shaohui is not interested in him, since he has been a soldier for two years, why has the fine tradition of the People's Liberation Army not been learned at all?

When everyone heard Zhang Qiang speak, they immediately asked Zhang Qiang to analyze the characteristics of this beauty to increase their knowledge.

Zhang Qiang was also polite, "hummed" twice, pretended 1 and 3, everyone understood, some took cigarettes, some poured water, and some beat their backs... It looks like the tiger is not there, and the monkey is the king.

"This beauty has an elegant and noble temperament, a little melancholy in her gentleness, a little playfulness in her dignity, and she is a rare beauty who is perfect in appearance and heart!" Zhang Qiang thought for a moment, then pulled out a few words that were quite literary, and everyone nodded in agreement when they heard the words.

"But although she is beautiful, she is still a little short of your dream lover!" Zhang Qiang deliberately slowed down and said exaggeratedly.

"Huh?" the crowd erupted in exclamation, and a few anxious people couldn't wait to ask why.

"Because she already has a sweetheart. Zhang Qiang pretended to be heartbroken and said.

"Huh?" The voices of surprise in the crowd became a little louder, some were incredulous, some were heartbroken, and a few were full of anger, and the momentum was almost about to give this "pig" who had arched such a good "cabbage" to the Fa on the spot.

After a while, these people seemed to understand something, and suddenly stared at Zhang Qiang again with gritted teeth, Zhang Qiang was stared at by so many pairs of hateful eyes, his hands trembled, and the cigarette he had just lit fell to the ground.

Suddenly, Zhang Qiang suddenly realized, hurriedly raised his hands, and said with a forced smile: "Uncles spare their lives, how can the little ones have such blessings, if the little ones have such a fairy-like wife, do they still use to fool around outside all day long, looking for those crooked melons and cracked dates?"

Everyone thought about it and felt that they had wronged Zhang Qiang, and their expressions softened, and then they heard Zhang Qiang laugh lewdly: " Let me tell you, such a girl is the real beauty of our Orient, with a slender figure, slim and elegant, the smooth neck, as slender as a beautiful white swan, the standard goose egg face, white and red, soft like a lotus flower that has just come out of the water, and with the two bright eyes like stars, it is estimated that even the rebirth of the four beauties is not as good, and finally, there is also the black and bright hair, swaying with the wind, I really feel sorry for me!"

"Damn, this kid is too talented, can he come up with so many words casually?" Li Shaohui listened to Zhang Qiang's half-literate and half-white, half-vulgar and half-elegant obscene words, and couldn't help but secretly admire, and at the same time he also understood, no wonder this kid's peach blossom luck is so vigorous, there are so many beauties who take the initiative to pounce up, no wonder people can be the word "love saint", it is estimated that the trick of being sweet and can shed honey alone can make countless beauties fall to the ground.

However, Li Shaohui didn't have much interest in Zhang Qiang's gaudy words, he just remembered the last sentence, "That black and bright hair, swaying in the wind, really pity me!"

Because Li Shaohui is a straight man of steel, he has always admired the kind of girl with black hair and fluttering, so he has always fantasized that his other half is like this, because in his paranoid thoughts, this kind of beauty is not only a kind of supple, free and easy, elegant classical beauty, but also represents her own aesthetics in today's chaotic society.

Moreover, Li Shaohui has never understood why today's women, with good black hair, have to dye all kinds of miscellaneous hairs such as "yellow hair" and "green hair"? It seems that this trend has become a trend, and almost everyone is following suit, including his seven aunts and eight aunts.

Isn't it true that as long as it is a foreign thing, it is all good? Li Shaohui was a little puzzled: Don't these beauty-loving women know that perming and dyeing can cause irreparable damage to their hair? Don't they know that their parents can't damage their hair and skin at will?

"Then how do you know she has a boyfriend?" asked Liu, the big head in the crowd, suspicious, as if he was still haunted by the matter.

When everyone heard this, they boiled again, and Zhang Qiang smiled and said: "You don't understand this, this is the greatest achievement of my pickled girls for many years." ”

When everyone heard this, they listened attentively, only to see Zhang Qiang shaking his head and saying: "According to my careful observation of this beauty, I found that although she was relaxed when she inspected our company just now, she smiled at us.

But when she sat alone in the reception room, she bit her lip slightly, silently looked out the window in a daze, and her brows would inadvertently furrow, revealing a smirk, and a woman can have this kind of performance of gains and losses, then there is only one possibility--- she is thinking of a man, a man who haunts her soul. ”

Zhang Qiang said and said, seeing that everyone didn't believe his words, he changed his words: "Don't believe it, let me ask you, such a beautiful woman suddenly parachuted into our company and became a high-ranking and powerful personnel minister, what does this mean?"

"What?" asked a few people in the crowd without thinking.

Zhang Qiang glanced at them and said, "Do you need to say this? This shows that this beauty must have something to do with a certain executive in our company, and it is very likely that she is in the top position of Israel." ”

"Wouldn't it?" Liu's voice was full of disbelief.

Zhang Qiang sneered: "It's not a hair, are there still few examples like this in society now?"

Everyone also sighed "oh", not knowing whether it was a pity for the flowers inserted in the cow dung, or disappointed in the self-depravity of the beauty.

"Zhang Qiang, I hate you. A colleague with a pimple on his face scolded exaggeratedly.

"Your uncle, it wasn't Lao Tzu who did it, it's about Lao Tzu's birds. Zhang Qiang scolded back.

"She was the perfect goddess in my heart anyway, and I wrote an impromptu poem for her. Liu said with an idiotic look on his face.

"Yo, I can't see it!", "Quick, quick, read it to us"... Everyone said a word, and they all urged Liu's head to let him read the poems.

Liu took a sip of water, cleared his throat, and read in a passionate voice: "The two bends seem to be frowning and not frowning, and a pair of eyes that seem to be happy or not happy." The state is full of sorrows, and the disease of the whole body. Tears are dotted, and the pant is slight. When it is quiet, it is like a beautiful flower shining on the water, and the action is like a weak willow supporting the wind. The heart is more than the dry, and the disease is like Xizi winning three points. ”

"Damn, Liu Tou, you are really talented, I didn't find out, you can write such good poems, teach me another day, I will definitely lead you to soak in the most beautiful MM." This time it was Zhang Qiang's turn to be surprised, and everyone began to show an expression of adoration for Liu's head.

"Can he write such a good poem just like a bear? This is the description of Lin Daiyu in "Dream of Red Mansions". Although Li Shaohui was very depressed, he couldn't help but be amused when he heard their conversation, and scolded him.

"You big head, you just hold your broken book and lust your sister Lin!"

Everyone then attacked him, and Liu's head was like a rat crossing the street, being chased everywhere.

Everyone laughed and played, and pulled Li Shaohui, who was not very interested, to walk towards the restaurant together, and when he went downstairs, Li Shaohui really had no appetite, so he said hello to everyone and walked to the coffee shop next to him.

This is a Starbucks coffee shop, "Yesterday Once More" is playing inside, a handsome waiter at the bar is preparing pastries, and two seventeen or eighteen-year-old beautiful waitresses are whispering, occasionally letting out a few silver bells of laughter.

Li Shaohui ordered a cappuccino and a few egg tarts, and walked to a corner by the window.

The melodious singing, the soft lighting, the slightly bitter coffee, and a few crystal clear and quietly sliding water droplets by the window made this peaceful atmosphere more warm, and also made Li Shaohui's thoughts drift into the distance, neither the nervousness and anger of the afternoon meeting, nor the joy and relaxation of laughing and playing just now.

I don't know how long it took, a voice broke the peaceful atmosphere, and Li Shaohui frowned slightly, obviously a little dissatisfied with their arrival.

The appearance of the female one set off most of the day, in fact, the song "once more yesterday" has a deep meaning, and the ending of the heroine is like the heroine in "Roman Holiday", going away for love...