52.Chapter52
Regarding Wei Yu, He Qingyang's brain can no longer weave a figurative painting. But the more it couldn't be knitted, the more the hypothalamus wanted to take the lead in coloring this picture.
Even when he came to the extravagant and prosperous Washington, D.C., he was novel, but Wei Yu's dreamy ballerina occasionally jumped out of his mind.
No matter how sluggish He Qingyang was, he felt that he was abnormal.
The old US chatter on the rostrum began with Sino-US relations, then explained the tremendous benefits of nuclear cooperation between the two countries, and finally brought back to bilateral relations. This kind of routine of never focusing on the speech, Lao Mei has already learned from the diplomats of the Celestial Empire. If it weren't for the fact that the coffee he drank in the morning was ground from raw beans, and the voice of the simultaneous interpretation was ups and downs, He Qingyang would have fallen asleep a long time ago.
Cold, the phone in his pocket trembled. In view of the fact that the leaders were all sitting in front and most of the people sitting next to them were unknown, He Qingyang simply took out his mobile phone.
Sonorous Rose: "Qingyang, do you want to meet the girl of the boss of Weiqi Group?" I've seen photos of other people, they look good, they're tall, and their majors seem to be a bit similar to yours. β
He Qingyang subconsciously annoyed when he saw the blind date reminder sent by his mother, just like a cat that wants to bite when it sees a broom, fighting inner resistance and irritability.
But this time it was different, and the fire that was reflexed by the condition died down in an instant.
He Qingyang raised his head, glanced at the leader in front of him who was still sitting and listening, and pressed the button under the table: "Weiqi? The company that produces auto parts? β
China and the United States are separated by a time difference of more than 10,000 kilometers by 12 hours, but no matter how big the time difference and how far away it is, it can't prevent Aunt Wang from replying to her son's WeChat within two seconds.
Sonorous Rose: "Yes, his girl's name is Wei Yu, and she is the same age as you." β
He Qingyang held his mobile phone in his hand and did not reply for a long time. I don't know what kind of emotion it is, excited, surprised, or shocked, teasing all his thoughts at the moment. The tense upper body, as well as the eyes as bright as lacquer stars looking at the speaker, are all peeling away the calm he is pretending to be at the moment.
He had never forgotten the Wei language. To put it bluntly, narcissistic men don't have a sense of how many admirers they have. When he was in high school, he received a love letter from Wei Yu, and as soon as he saw the signature on the envelope, he threw it away. He wasn't to blame for this, at that time he was full of thoughts on Zhang Allen in the next class. Later, the love letter was turned over by the same table, and it was passed on to the whole class like a textbook, which he remembered.
When he was in college, he received another love letter from Wei Yu, but it was not a paper letter from the post office, but an internal letter sent by Renren on the Internet. At that time, he crossed out the page without looking at it twice, not to mention the length of the letter, and he could not even remember which year it was written.
He Qingyang thinks that he is not the kind of scumbag who implements the principle of "not admitting, denying, and refusing" to his crush, so he has been staying away from Wei Yu and not giving her a hope.
Now that they had gone around and around a few times, not mentioning the two love letters he had never read, could they sit at opposite ends of a table and pretend to be interested in each other?
Sonorous Rose: "Do you want to see it?" Mom is looking for someone to arrange for you. β
Facing a blind date for the first time, He Qingyang lowered his arrogant head.
It's not a matter of seeing what you want.
In the first two chance encounters, Wei Yu obviously didn't want to say a few more words to himself. If it weren't for the scene, she could have regarded herself as not knowing herself.
Sonorous rose: "Qingyang, it's not that my mother said about you, it's a clichΓ©." It's your choice whether to talk or not, but it's your obligation to meet. β
Planted on the table, He Qingyang closed his eyes and recalled the scene of meeting Wei Yu these days.
There are those who have a sassy posture and bow their heads to repair cars;
There are those who sign contracts between talking, laughing and playing;
There is more temperament and dust-free foot dancing.
Sighing silently, He Qingyang decided: "I know, you can arrange it." β
Purely when the debt is repaid.
After the meeting, He Qingyang returned to the hotel and flipped through the circle of friends, and happened to see the carefully selected photos sent by Wei Yu.
As Xiao Fang expected, He Qingyang stared at those photos for a long time. Looking through the screen, I almost got to the backstage of the drama performance that night.
He had never studied a girl's photo so seriously, except for Allen Zhang.
After staring at it for a long time, He Qingyang seemed to have decided something, opened Wei Yu's dialog box, and entered: "Wei Yu, have you gone to watch a drama?" β
Blank.
Blank.
Blank.
Until that night, He Qingyang did not receive any reply from Wei Yu, not even a single emoji.
He Qingyang thought of a lot of reasons why Wei Yu didn't reply to his WeChat, and even thought of it, and the whole person was uncomfortable.
Not sad, not depressed. He Qingyang felt more about the feeling of being forced to change trains because he was delaying the plane ticket.
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Just returned from Nanjing, Wei Yu took the lead in going to the company.
The employees saw that she was all a living ghost, rubbing her eyes, wiping her glasses. It's incredible.
Wei Yu put the doughnuts and Baiwei chicken brought back from Nanjing on the conference table, frowned, and said, "Why are you sitting stupidly?" Come and eat. β
The builder Li Hu took the lead and walked into the conference room, glanced at Wei Yu like a rare animal, and guessed: "Mr. Wei, I haven't seen you for a long time, did you go for plastic surgery?" β
Wei Yu didn't get angry at all, but he could understand his thoughts very well, pulled his nose with his free hands, pinched his mouth, and finally arched his face into the shape of a pig, and confirmed: "Are you sure I have plastic surgery?" β
Li Hu was amazed for two seconds, and guessed again: "Micro-rectification?" β
Wei Yu: "I don't have to talk about it." β
It took a long time for everyone to accept the fact that the boss had changed from a rough man to a soft girl, and the surprise in their hearts squirmed into the digestive tract along with the Baiwei chicken.
Wei Yu understood the team's work and nodded, "Well, you guys did a good job." β
The sales girl is very dedicated: "It's all the boss, your resources are good." I heard from people in Gaoyou factory that such orders are generally not the turn of small factories, not to mention that we don't even have a sales team in the factory. β
Even though Wei Yu was made into a soft girl by LP, in the working environment, her words and deeds are as usual vigorous and resolute.
first pointed to the girl's statement: "Don't say anything the factory, you will follow behind." They are making excuses for grabbing orders in the future. In case one day in the future, the customer skips us to pick up the goods directly from them, and 'no factory' is the excuse for them to be ready. We are not a simple single trading company, nor is it the foreign trade department of any factory, we are in order to take the strength of the factory, and we are a team that aims to achieve the best service and the greatest benefit. β
In just a few words, the girl's heart turned over and overwhelmed with admiration.
Then he warned everyone: "Although this order is easy to take, only if it is well maintained can the following orders be guaranteed." Maozi is lazy, and the richer Maozi is, the lazier he is. All the documents and files of this shipment are well prepared, and the certificate of origin and β‘β‘ these have to be sent over by DHL. When Wen JiΓ n is about to arrive in Russia, I will pinch the time to inform them, so that they will not forget. Gifts are also prepared to be sent over, all marked with whom. Whether you've seen it or not, as long as you know that there is such a person who saves zΓ i, you can prepare it all. β
Everyone listened attentively while eating, but there was no impatience.
Wei Yu felt that he had almost said it, so he packed up his things and went back with his bag. For her, the company's business is nothing, and dragging He Qingyang into her hands is her top priority at present!
After waiting for the elevator in the corridor for a while, Wei Yu remembered to send a text message to Lian Kaifeng: "Brother Kaikai, thank you again for giving me the fat sheep." I've lived up to expectations and I'm looking forward to the next vote. β
After sending the text message, Wei Yu felt that he was quite shameless, and he was asking Kai Kaige for a list when he opened and closed his mouth. Although the list is not given to anyone, most of what Kai Kaige can give to her is also to save face with the bell.
When the elevator reached the lobby on the first floor, a text message bell rang.
Wei Yu swiped her phone and saw the text message replying to her on the phone screen: "Family, no thanks." β
Wei Yu glanced at the road outside the hall with a confused expression.
Heling is not there, and Xiaofang is not here. Who will sue her, what does Kai Kai Ge mean by this?