Lin Yayi was sitting in the cafeteria, she was thinking about a question she couldn't figure out, as if there was a glimmer of light in her consciousness, flickering far and near. Zhang Xuehan from the personnel department informed her that she had received a meal subsidy because she could not eat in the president's area. This is a happy thing, but Lin Yayi always feels that she seems to have ignored something, and these things are like whispering in her ear, but she can't see them. Just when she couldn't figure it out, she saw a girl sitting in front of her, it was Chen Na, a college classmate who entered SMILE with her.

Chen Na put the dinner plate opposite her, sat down and asked in a low voice, "Yayi, I heard that your special assistant can not eat in the president's area?" ”

Lin Yayi said with palpitations: "It's too spicy! I couldn't eat spicy food since I was a child, and the president liked spicy food, so I had to run out and eat it. ”

"Is Li Tezhu very spicy?" Chen Na asked casually.

Chen Na's words made Lin Yayi suddenly realize, I see, so everything can be explained. But there is a question: how did Mr. Han know that Li Simeng likes spicy food? There is only one possibility: he and Li Simeng have known each other for a long time. These are not a secret in the circle of men on the upper floor, but there are not many people who know about it in SMILE, not to mention that Han Yichen has just returned to China. Now that Lin Yayi finally figured out what had happened these days, she couldn't help but say to herself, "I understand." ”

Hearing Lin Yayi's inexplicable words, Chen Na couldn't help asking, "What do you understand?" ”

Understand that President Han may like Li Tezhu! Of course, this can't be said to Chen Na, Lin Yayi carefully hid this secret like a miser hiding gold.

The reason why people are curious about another person or a thing is more because they can't see through it, so they are attracted and emotional.

Li Simeng, who was carrying a lunch box and a medicine bag, returned to SMILE, and saw Han Yichen still flipping through the documents through the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at his serious work, as if time had become very quiet, as the little white face label gradually faded, such a picture was like a lighthouse shining with soft light on the sea in the dark night, which made people feel at ease, perhaps such a quiet and beautiful time was the most reassuring and hopeful. Li Simeng didn't understand the quiet change in her mood, she only knew that she saw a different Han Yichen, maybe just a Han Yichen that she hadn't noticed before.

Li Simeng didn't knock on the door, walked directly to Han Yichen's desk, took away the documents in his hand, deliberately didn't touch Han Yichen's gaze, just put a porridge and medicine bag in front of him, and said in a somewhat strong tone: "Drink porridge and take medicine." After thinking about it, he said, "If you starve to death, no one will pay me a salary." ”

This domineering tone is somewhat familiar, but the previous domineering was indifferent and alienated, and now, Han Yichen can clearly feel the taste of care hidden in the domineering, whether it is out of guilt or gratitude, it doesn't matter to Han Yichen, because it is enough that she will care about him. He watched Li Simeng go from being domineering when he entered the door, and then finally running away from the desert after exhausting his courage, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved, and his spirit was a little more energetic, and he drank the porridge in front of him, a very ordinary bowl of porridge, but he felt that this porridge was the most delicious food he had ever eaten, like a warm spring flowing in his heart. He couldn't help but turn his head to look at Li Simeng in the special assistance department, only to see her worrying about a lunch box, he knew what she was thinking, so he picked up the landline on the desk.

Li Simeng was worried about where to eat, the phone next to him rang, and as soon as he picked it up, he heard the other party's faint and slightly hoarse voice: "Come in and eat." Without waiting for her to speak, the other party hung up the phone.

Under the signal of Han Yichen's eyes, Li Simeng sat in the farthest position from him, and ate lunch a little uncomfortably. It's just that she didn't take a few bites, but she saw that Han Yichen had finished drinking, looked at the instructions on the medicine box, and took the medicine directly and put on a mask. Everything was so natural and casual, but Li Simeng's heart trembled uncontrollably.

Lin Yayi, who had the whole secret in her arms, returned to the special assistant office, and saw Li Simeng coming out of the president's office with a lunch box, and smiled at her, her smile was so generous that she couldn't find fault with it. Lin Yayi looked at Li Simeng, who went to throw out the garbage, and then turned to look at Han Yichen in the president's office, it turned out that there would be tenderness and warmth in the cold world. She thought that the president of the iceberg was like the stars in the night sky, which was out of reach, and the outstretched hand would not only fall short, but also cover her eyes, so that she could not see the rays of light.

Li Simeng was a little strange, Lin Yayi had always gotten off work on time, and she hadn't cleaned up when it was time today, so she asked Lin Yayi with some puzzlement: "Sister Yayi, are you okay?" ”

"Huh? I'm fine, I'm fine, what's wrong, cute. Lin Yayi, who had been a little distracted all afternoon, found that Li Simeng was looking at herself puzzled.

Li Simeng is even more strange, when did Lin Yayi go through work and go through God? She has always been well aware of her level of professionalism: "I don't think you've been right all afternoon, isn't there something uncomfortable?" ”

"It's okay, maybe a little tired."

"It's okay, then I'll get off work, you should also get off work early." After Li Simeng finished speaking, she smiled and waved her hand to Lin Yayi.

Lin Yayi looked at the back of Li Simeng leaving the company, and after a while, she saw that Han Yichen also left the company, she was more sure of the authenticity of the secret, thinking about it, her heart was a little pantothenic, just like in the holy auditorium, she said with a smile and blessed you, but she cried in her heart: "Why not me?" ”

What woman doesn't want to be like a princess in a fairy tale and spoiled by a prince, and what man doesn't want to be as radiant as the protagonist in a story.

Zhu Zhicheng felt that he was a faceless trick, he picked up his business card from a chair, and laughed at himself a little in his heart, thinking that the business card handed out by the Chamber of Commerce this time would be quietly abandoned in a corner he didn't know. Quietly put the business card with footprints in his pocket, found a place, and sat there tiredly, looking at the bustling figures in the hall, looking more and more tired.

"Yo, isn't this Mr. Zhu." A human-looking man spotted Zhu Zhicheng, who was sitting quietly on the side, and surrounded him with a few people.

Zhu Zhicheng turned his head to look at it with some surprise, and for a moment, his face became indifferent, and the person who came was Guo Xijin, who had robbed him of his order a while ago.

Guo Xijin saw that Zhu Zhicheng ignored him, and pretended to be angry and smiled at his companions and accused: "It must be you, don't come to harass Mr. Zhu, Mr. Zhu is a busy man." ”

A few people who came with us hurriedly chimed in: "We don't dare, it would be rude if the president blamed us for not being blind." ”

"Hahaha" A few people joked for a while and found that Zhu Zhicheng had no reaction, and walked away boringly.

Zhu Zhicheng didn't speak from beginning to end, but his hands on his thighs tightened slightly. He could clearly hear the few people pretending to whisper something not far away, but he still clearly heard the words such as small broken factory, processing boss, and order grabbing.

Until the end of the banquet, no one appeared in front of Zhu Zhicheng again, he looked at the crowd at the door and gradually left, pulled his clothes, cleaned up some lost emotions, put on a polite smile and prepared to leave with the crowd.

The people at the door shook each other's hands and said something to each other, but those pleasant smiles made Zhu Zhicheng feel extremely inferior, he straightened his chest, but lowered his head slightly and passed past them. No one paid attention to him, but he paused because he heard a very familiar name.