The next day, Che Guanglong went out early in the morning, and his destination was the Minerva Building, which was more than a thousand meters away in a straight line. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

His daughter-in-law Xia Ruoying and Duan Shanshan's "cousin" Cai Pingping also went out early in the morning, and their destination was about 30 kilometers away, located in Zhonglu (District) Congshanzhai Tea House.

After carrying a cartoon schoolbag, He Xiujing, after coming out of Xuanling Station of the subway, calmly strode towards a location that he had never been to.

"Oba, it's rare that you don't have to report to the company, you can sleep at home for a few more minutes, and when I arrive, I'll call you to open the door." All you have to do is tell me the full address of the apartment!"

Duan Shanshan once asked if she wanted to pick her up herself, but she decisively refused.

For her sense of direction, Ha Xiujing has a strong self-confidence. Along the way, she never asked anyone, even if she occasionally hesitated for a few seconds when she encountered a fork in the road, as long as she glanced at the map app on her phone, she could quickly find the direction.

Duan Shanshan was holding a towel around his neck, holding a toothcup in one hand and a toothbrush in the other hand and poking it in his mouth, when he heard his mobile phone ringing in the living room, he hurriedly put down the toothcup and toothbrush, wiped the toothpaste from the corner of his mouth, and walked to the living room to pick up the mobile phone.

"Open the door, Oba. ”

The wording of the text message is quite intentionally concise, and the sender is Miss Ha Xiujing.

Duan Shanshan blinked his eyes, opened the door of the apartment suspiciously, and stood outside the door prettyly, wasn't it her......

"Morning, milk tea ......"

After subconsciously lowering his head and glancing at himself, after making sure that it was not rude to be dressed neatly, Duan Shanshan slowly moved away and let go of the gap between the doors.

"Is it early?" He Xiujing pursed her lips, muttering as if complaining, and then bowed slightly, and then entered the house.

She sat down on the couch and took her laptop from the cartoon bag she was carrying and placed it on the coffee table.

"Oba, where is the power socket in your house, and what do you want me to translate?"

Duan Shanshan stumbled and found a row of plugs and handed it to her, and then went back to the bedroom and took out a prepared USB flash drive.

The script brought by Liu Kewei and Minoru Yamashita is not an electronic version, but he used his mobile phone to take pictures of every page last night and save it into this USB flash drive.

After taking the USB flash drive, He Xiujing stuffed the expansion slot of the notebook and was about to put it into work. But when she subconsciously turned her head sideways to brush her bangs, she inadvertently saw Duan Shanshan sitting next to her, only about ten centimeters away, stretching his neck and leaning his head to stare at her laptop display......

"Oba, you have nothing to do, do you - even when you were working at the company, you didn't stare at me like that!"

He Xiujing couldn't bear it and complained angrily.

Sneering and touching the back of his head, Duan Shanshan also felt a little embarrassed.

He really didn't have anything to do right now.

He struggled to look at the Korean script, and with Ha Xiujing helping to translate it, he didn't have to deal with the difficult Korean by himself.

In other words, he is now in a state of "waiting for the rice to be cooked".

But in Ha Xiujing's eyes, he stared at himself like this, and there was no difference between him and the overseer, so he naturally felt very awkward.

"Is there anything I can help with?" Duan Shanshan asked with a smile on his face.

"No!" Ha so-kyung replied categorically.

Duan Shanshan was still a little hesitant, feeling that he had asked people to help, but he ended up leaving someone alone in the living room, which was a bit unusual, so he asked tentatively, "Why don't I wash you a few fruits?" or...... Are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat?"

"Ah, Oba, if you really have nothing to do, go and sleep again! I'll call you when I'm done, so don't bother me here!"

He Xiujing, who didn't have any awareness of the guests, shouted with tears and laughter.

Probably because she has a quarter of Celestial Empire (Hong Kong) blood and a quarter of English ancestry, and grew up in Hong Kong as a child, although she usually gets along with her most of the time the etiquette habits are the same as most Koreans, but occasionally when she is forced to rush, she will also have a "small universe explosion".

It is not the first time that she has shouted "yes" to Duan Shanshan, who is both her direct boss and an elder.

Especially when there are always a few days of bad temper every month......

As an otaku from China, Duan Shanshan definitely doesn't attach as much importance to etiquette as Koreans - for example, just because he didn't say all the honorifics for a moment, his seniors can reprimand him with a strong voice, and everyone around him still takes it for granted, he definitely can't do it.

Besides, when the planning department talks about work, it often happens that he, the head of the copywriting team and the theoretical "direct boss" planner Ling Xingning, slaps the table and shouts...... As the saying goes, "Do not do to others what you do not want to be done to yourself", since you can't even do it yourself, you obviously have no position to ask others to strictly implement it!

So He Xiujing shouted "yes" to him or something, but he didn't take it to heart at all.

However, based on his previous cooperation experience, he really felt that at this moment, He Xiujing was on the verge of going berserk.

"Okay, okay, then I won't bother you. If you're tired, take a break and have Coke, Sprite, Barley Tea and Beer in the fridge for you to drink if you want it – you're welcome, just like you're ......at home."

"Oba, go wash and sleep! Don't worry, I'm sure I won't be polite to you!"

Duan Shanshan was about to babble down, but He Xiujing blew him away with a raised eyebrow.

However, within a few minutes of entering the bedroom, Duan Shanshan came out again......

He gently placed an ashtray on the coffee table in front of He Xiujing, and He Xiujing was stunned for a moment, and her expression instantly became a little flustered.

"Oba, ...... you?"

"Feel free to smoke if you want to, it's okay, it's not a company, so you don't have to hide in the bathroom. Duan Shanshan replied with a smile.

"Oba, you know...... Do you know about my smoking?"

The strength just now was annihilated in an instant, and He Xiujing's tone became a little spitting and vomiting, and her face was a little shy.

The mental pressure of the IT industry is high, and the operation department is not much stronger than R&D.

When she was still working as a copywriter in the marketing department of Naxon, Ha Xiujing became a smoker.

In fact, the proportion of female smokers in Seoul is not much lower than that of male smokers.

However, unlike male smokers, who can confidently go to smoking spots to smoke in public, female smokers often have to worry about their public image, and do not breathe smoke in public, but often hide in the bathroom and makeup room and other occasions to secretly smoke one or two to have a good time.

Especially young and beautiful working women, Ha Xiujing is naturally no exception.

She had long been accustomed to this kind of sneaky and secretive behavior, and even felt that this was her little secret that she didn't know, but she didn't expect that the foreign boss in front of her, who seemed to be in his thirties, had already discovered this.

In an instant, she even had the illusion that her privacy was being spied on, almost naked and exposed to others.

So she had an urge to cover her face......

"Yes, smoking isn't a good thing, but I smoke it myself, so I don't mind. I think it's a personal choice -- you can smoke it if you want, and you don't have to worry about me. ”

Duan Shanshan scratched the back of his head, smiled, and then waved his hand at He Xiujing, and went back to the bedroom without looking back, leaving the entire empty living room to He Xiujing alone. (To be continued.) )