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In early autumn, although the scorching sun has not completely receded, in the morning, the warm sunlight accompanied by the cool breeze makes people feel extremely comfortable.

Han Ziyu parked the car on the side of the road and rolled up the window to isolate the coolness that was constantly being transmitted from the outside world. got out of the car, Lin Xiaoru was waiting on the side, smiling like Yiyi, making Han Ziyu's eyes a little dull.

"Brother Han, are you still quite punctual? Lin Xiaoru's eyes were crooked like Emei at the beginning of the month, but the words she said were a little reproachful.

Han Ziyu came by stepping on the point, no more, no less, exactly nine o'clock. As for Lin Xiaoru, according to most people's habits, she deliberately arrived a while early, and the result was to wait for a while.

Theoretically, she shouldn't blame Han Ziyu either, but waiting is always irritable, coupled with the close relationship between her and Han Ziyu these days, she subconsciously said the inexplicable blame words in her heart.

Han Ziyu naturally heard the dissatisfaction in Lin Xiaoru's tone, smiled and snorted, and planned to bring this matter over, "Haha, it's still not as early as Xiaoru." ”

Lin Xiaoru heard the perfunctory tone in Han Ziyu's tone, and suddenly felt a little annoyed in her heart, and her tone inadvertently became a little cold, "Come with me, our company is on the 22nd floor of the Silver Wind Building." ”

After speaking, he walked towards the building without looking back.

Han Ziyu touched his nose, this woman's face, just like the weather in early autumn, is unpredictable, making people not know what to do.

Maybe because of the blessing of anger, Lin Xiaoru walked fast, the heels of her high heels, clattering on the marble floor, there seemed to be a little rhythm, which was quite interesting.

Han Ziyu hurriedly followed Lin Xiaoru, he was not very familiar with the provincial capital, and if he lost it, he would be in trouble.

Walking into the Silver Wind Building, there are a lot of people coming and going. Silver Wind Building is a well-known office building in the provincial capital, with affordable prices, large area, and good location, and many companies choose to settle here.

Han Ziyu thought about the deeds he had inquired about the Silver Wind Mansion as he walked towards an elevator.

"Alas, Brother Han, here, that elevator can't reach our company, my company's elevator is elevator C. Looking at Han Ziyu who was walking towards the A elevator, Lin Xiaoru made a sound helplessly. In fact, halfway through, her anger disappeared, and she was still a little embarrassed, how could she lose her temper for such a trivial matter like a child, it was too strange.

Han Ziyu's thoughts were interrupted by Lin Xiaoru, looked at the elevator in front of him, and turned his head to Lin Xiaoru's side.

"Aren't the floors of this building connected?" Han Ziyu touched his nose and asked a little strangely.

"Some of the floors are connected, but our company only rents half of the 22nd floor, so it is separated, only elevator C and elevator D can lead to our company, and the other two are to the other half. Lin Xiaoru pressed the button on the 22nd floor of the elevator and replied.

On the elevator, Han Ziyu and Lin Xiaoru were silent, and there was a trace of embarrassment in the atmosphere.

"Xiaoru, it's me who is wrong, I made you wait so long, forgive Brother Han!" Han Ziyu broke the silence with a voice, he is also a person in his forties, Xiaoru is only less than thirty years old, and he still has to give Xiaoru a step down.

Lin Xiaoru, her face was slightly red, and she was a little embarrassed, "Brother Han, it was actually me who was wrong just now, I shouldn't have lost my temper with you." After saying this, Lin Xiaoru's heart was relieved and she felt extremely happy.

He lost his temper just now, which must have left a bad impression on Brother Han, and he didn't want to have any estrangement with such a mature and stable big brother who had just become familiar with him.

"Ding" elevator came to the 22nd floor, the elevator door slowly opened, and what came into view was the glass wall of the walkway, with four lines of big characters on the book, Tanglin stationery, dark red color, and elegant pen style inadvertently left a deep impression.

"Tang Lin?" Han Ziyu Nan Nan repeated.

Lin Xiaoru thought that Han Ziyu was asking her, and replied, "His name is Tang Zhao, and when he first opened the company, he took the surnames of the two of us as the company's names." ”

came to the company and mentioned her deceased husband, the sadness in Lin Xiaoru's tone also faded a lot, it is obvious that this company has become the spiritual objectification of her husband in the world, as long as they are here, they will have a spiritual connection again.

This situation is rare in modern society, but it is common in ancient society, the most common is to leave the relics of the deceased, seeing things like seeing people, this is actually a special spiritual connection, allowing people to return to the good old days.

Walking into the company, the front desk was chasing dramas with a mobile phone, and when I saw Lin Xiaoru, I subconsciously wanted to cover my mobile phone.

Han Ziyu saw it in his eyes, and his heart couldn't help but burst, the performance of this company didn't seem to be as good as Lin Xiaoru said.

The front desk lowered his eyebrows and looked at Lin Xiaoru with pleasing eyes, "Mr. Lin, Mr. Zhang is having a meeting in the conference room." ”

"Hmm. Next time, you can go to the finance and settle your salary. Lin Xiaoru's cold, domineering, and capable demeanor made Han Ziyu look sideways inadvertently, is this still the same Lin Xiaoru who can't even mop the ground, this change is too powerful.

Han Ziyu followed Lin Xiaoru to the conference room, her high heels made a rhythmic clicking sound from the downstairs of the building just now, but last time it was anger, this time it was a war song.

What kind of war song, Han Ziyu shook his head, he was thinking about writing something messy.

Lin Xiaoru didn't rush to the conference room, and took Han Ziyu to look at her company first.

"This is the office of the finance department, and our company is not too large, so it is enough to use only one office at a time. This is the sales department, there are no people now, and our company has a rule that sales can not stay in the company for three hours in a row. Here is the public relations department, which is mainly responsible for contacting merchants who have already placed orders. ”

opened the door of the office of the public relations department, and there was no orderly and orderly working environment in Lin Xiaoru's memory, but it was a melon seed that was eating melon seeds, eating chicken, chasing dramas, chatting, and chatting, looking like the building was about to collapse.

"What's the matter, don't you all have a job? Is this your attitude towards work?" Lin Xiaoru was like an angry lion, and the long black and bright hair behind her seemed to be about to stand up.

"Mr. Lin", after a silence, there was a delicate woman, who stood up with a cower, "The province stipulates that schools cannot order stationery on their own, and most of our company's business has been lost, and Mr. Zhang and they are having a meeting to discuss this matter." We, we have nothing to do, just, just ...... "This girl is quite responsible."