“Jacob， you got some milk froth on your beard. (Jacob, you've got some milk foam stuck to your beard.) Cong Rong kindly reminded Jacob as she pointed with her left index finger at the place where her mouth had changed.

“Ah， got cha! Thx， Cong! (Ah, erased.) Thanks for the reminder, Cong Rong! Jacob followed Cong Rong's movements, tentatively touching his beard with one hand, and then he put it in front of him and looked at it, and sure enough, there were traces of milk foam.

All three laughed.

The meeting was a success, and after separating from Xiao Zhengyun, Jacob excitedly said to Cong Rong, "Cong, I think both you and I will get even busier this year, as you can imagine that we are going to sign one contract with a big client!" (Cong Rong, I'll say hello to you in advance, I guess in the next year, both of us will be busier than before.) As you can see, the big customer just now should be ready to sign a contract with us! )”

Cong Rong didn't say much, and she didn't look very excited. For the rest of the day, she couldn't help but sit on her desk, holding a cup and stunned anyone. During this period, a colleague came to look for her, but she didn't see it until her colleague's big hand kept waving in front of her eyes, and she was pulled out of her contemplation several times.

"Did happiness come too suddenly? Xiao Zhengyun and I are actually going to become colleagues? It's inevitable to see each other often, but is that really a good thing? While immersed in her own questions and thoughts, Cong Rong subconsciously picked up the cup in order to hide the unconsciously rising corners of her mouth, pretending to drink tea and not wanting to be seen.

On Saturday, Cong Rong planned to ask Ye Keke out for a small get-together, but was told by Ye Keke that this would be the last weekend that Shi Cheng would spend with her before going back, and he would be back to Shanghai early next Tuesday morning. So she decided to stay in her home office and paint. A new page of paper, new backgrounds and colors, and what remains unchanged is the back of the painting, thinking alone with her back to the world, but this time when she depicts this back, in addition to the usual black, she also adds blue elements.

When she was concentrating on painting, the phone rang suddenly, and she glanced at it, it was actually Tang Song calling. She didn't want to answer, but the phone rang back and forth 3 times, and finally when the third ring was about to end, she still hesitated to press the call button.

"Hey, Cong Rong. I'm Tang Song. Are you free at night? I'll invite you to dinner, and by the way, take the things that Lao Cao asked you to hand me when he left. Tang Song said straight to the point with Cong Rong on the phone.

"There's no need to eat, you send me the time and place, and I'll bring the things over to you in the evening." Cong Rong bluntly rejected Tang Song's invitation to dinner.

"Okay, then let's tentatively set it for 7 p.m., and I'll send you the location later." Tang Song could feel Cong Rong's cold attitude towards him through the phone, so he didn't want to be bored, so he hung up the phone quickly after he finished speaking.

When there was still 1 hour before the appointed time, Cong Rong had already arrived at the shopping mall near the agreed place, she wanted to take a little stroll before the mall closed, so that she could pass the time and relieve some of the inexplicable emotions that she had just completed after completing a new painting. She saw an elegantly decorated tea room and walked in.

The name of this tea room is Tea Journals, which translates to "Tea Love Diary" in Chinese. This tea room is quite famous in Sydney, and in some different areas, especially in the area where the Chinese are concentrated, there are chain stores, and it is the first place for everyone to meet and meet, in addition to the variety of exquisite teapots and tea utensils displayed in the store, which also attracts many tea lovers.

Cong Rong walked around the tea room aimlessly, and had no intention of sitting down to drink a cup. Suddenly, she was distracted by a small delicate white teapot placed in the corner. She walked forward quickly, carefully picking up the Chinese teapot with a white background and a black pattern printed on it, and looked left and right. This pattern is actually a man, wearing a huge hat, with his head down, holding the brim of the hat with one hand, waving the other hand to his heart's content, and a pair of legs are also made into a capital figure-of-eight, which looks like a shot of a person who has been suppressed for a long time suddenly outburst and begins to dance wildly in order to release his emotions.

I don't know what the reason for this teapot and the black pattern on the teapot is, what the plot, suddenly moved the person who was holding it in the palm of his hand. Cong Rong waved directly to a staff member in the store, motioning for him to help him wrap it up.

When she saw that the clerk was carefully wrapping the teapot with her dexterous hands, Cong Rong's mind suddenly gave birth to a strange thought.

"I'll keep this teapot until it's wrapped, and when I meet the man I love, I'll give it to him directly!" Cong Rong was thinking about it when she heard a voice next to her and suddenly asked, "Is this a gift for me?" She looked back and saw that the person who spoke was Tang Song, who was about to meet her.