Qumo is joyful.

She was happy when she watched the car turn around, when she opened the door and got out of the car to say goodbye to her good friends, and when she walked into the gate of the summit in the middle of the night, she was also happy...... Nervous and joyful.

It was probably in the process of explaining to her good friend just now that she gradually became clear and finally decided on one thing - she liked someone, and that person was so interesting.

As a girl who has been better than almost all the boys around her since she was a child, this is the first time she has been sure that she likes someone.

recalls the bits and pieces of the usual relationship, there are efforts to race against time together, there are also inadvertent care, there are wars, and there are ambiguous ...... Qu Mo guessed that he should also like himself.

As for Nietzsche and Freud or something, Qu Mo certainly knows something...... I don't want to admit it, but even if it's really that, so what? Qu Mo felt that even if it was, it was out of love and worship.

Maybe because of her background in British education and life, she actually thinks about this quite a bit.

When Qu Mo stood at the door of the office again, he cautiously looked inside...... Zheng Xinfeng sat behind his desk and looked at the door.

He heard footsteps.

Looking at each other, Qu Mo panicked.

"Come in, why are you stunned...... By the way, you've just been here?" Zheng Xinfeng said, gesturing to the suit jacket he had placed on the armrest of the chair to the side.

"Hmm. Qu Mo nodded, walked through the door and walked to the side of the desk and stood down.

"Then why did you go out and come back, did you go buy me a supper?"

Zheng Xinfeng stood up as he spoke.

......Qu Mo wanted to admit it, but looked at his empty hands, shook his head, and said, "No, I just want to change the marketing plan, I can sort it out as soon as possible." ”

Oh, how should I speak, Qu Mo thought in a panic.

"That's fine. Zheng Xinfeng gestured to the marketing plan on the table.

"Hmm. ”

The plan was placed a little far away, and Qu Mo stood at the table, bending down to get it.

Her legs straightened and her body leaned forward...... As a result, the waist as a whole presents a just right curvature. It's October, and there's not much time left when she can wear a little skirt, so she's still wearing it.

And Zheng Xinfeng is now walking right from there.

If she knew that Secretary Zheng had actually been holding back for a long time, and she had just had a beautiful dream, she would definitely not do it.

"Probably, yes, no problem, right?"

The progress during this period of time was neither fast nor slow, Mr. Zheng hesitated a little in his heart, and by the way, he greeted Nietzsche and Freud...... Mom X, perverts, remember to bless me.

Raise your hand.

"Smack. ”

Not light or heavy, the palm of the hand fell and left.

Qu Mo's whole person froze.

It feels good, but Zheng Xinfeng panicked, and was embarrassed, "What's that, just right...... No, I thought it was ......" He tried to find a reason to say that it was a misunderstanding and resolve the embarrassment, but obviously, it was completely impossible.

After a long time, finally, Qu Mo slowly turned around.

"I didn't make a mistake. ”

She tilted her head, her face flushed, and said slightly stubbornly.

Zheng Xinfeng was stunned for a moment, and then he got a clear signal from Qu Mo's eyes and demeanor: She XXXX, really?

It's a little exciting.

At this moment, Secretary Zheng is not alone, he has inherited the fine tradition of philosophers, Nietzsche, Freud...... At this moment, all souls possess the body.

was impulsive, so he took advantage of the victory to pursue and did one thing: reached out and pressed Qu Mo's shoulder.

"Huh?" Qu Mo looked up at him blankly.

Secretary Zheng: "......" didn't make a sound, his face was serious, and he pressed it again.

As a girl with a Western education, Qu Mo probably understood, raised her head, smiled wryly, and actually still asked with hope: "You, so what you understand our relationship is like this, right?"

You know, just a minute ago, the girl was nervous and startled, while constantly encouraging herself...... She had just decided that she liked someone, and she was looking forward to it, ready to muster up the courage to tell him.

Zheng Xinfeng was puzzled, "Otherwise, is it a relationship?"

"You ......" Qu Mo couldn't speak, it was because she really thought it was...... She thought that the previous ones were all ambiguous.

“pia。 ”

Again, Qu Mo waved his hand.

Again, her palm was blocked by the agile Secretary Zheng and hit the back of his hand.

Is this suddenly fried again?

Zheng Xinfeng's mind was a little confused, he just wanted to be annoyed and wanted to suppress her, but suddenly he saw Qu Mo's eyes.

Qu Mo's eyes are large, her eyelashes are long, and she wears makeup but never needs false eyelashes. Tonight it didn't seem to be the same as before, not the same arrogance, anger, or shame and provocation as before...... Instead, inexplicably full of deep grievances and disappointments, she won't cry, right?

Recalling the first time we met, in the parking lot, this girl was so arrogant and neat that she looked like she would cry one day?

Think about the past few months, her work at the peak, and the two get along.

"Alright...... Why don't you do it again? I'm going to stop this time. Because of the loss and shame, Zheng Xinfeng said a word, then turned his head, closed his eyes, frowned slightly, and waited.

He waited for a long time, but his palm didn't wave.

The bodies of the two were very close, so although Qu Mo's movement of walking away was not intense, the feeling for Zheng Xinfeng was still very clear, and then there were footsteps and the sound of the door closing.

…………

Zheng Xinfeng has a sports pictorial posted on the wall of his office.

Dressed in blue and white pants, pigtails, and back number 10, Robert Baggio looked melancholy and lonely standing in front of the goal with his head bowed.

This is the image left by the World Cup final in July, when the Italian hero missed the final penalty after saving the team again and again, and missed the championship trophy in the final.

Xiaomei brought two cups of freshly brewed milk tea, put them down, left honestly and obediently, and brought them to the door.

"So, Qu Mo really left like this?" Jiang Che turned his head and asked Zheng Xinfeng.

"Well, it's been a few days, so I guess that's it...... You say it's not nervous? All of a sudden, it's so big. Zheng Xinfeng said depressedly: "I have burned all the perverts of Nietzsche and Freud, damn, destroy one of my generals...... You don't know how big the role of Qu Mo is in the company. ”

Jiang Che looked at him, "Oh, then you haven't looked for it?"

"I called, but no one answered, as for you said to go to his father's factory to find ...... I'm going to die, in case she goes back and complains. Zheng Xinfeng waved his hand after speaking, and said, "Forget it, I'll go back and recruit another one." ”

That being said, but in the actual situation, Secretary Zheng doesn't know what kind of mentality he has now.

At least one thing is for sure, he really hopes that Qu Mo is still at the peak now, just like before, wearing a short skirt and appearing in his office from time to time every day, blowing up his hair and baring his teeth for a while, and being well-behaved and bullying for a while.