What kind of girl? Nie Congcong had never seriously thought about what kind of girl she was before, born in the late seventies and early eighties, with a college degree, low height, not white skin, thin body, with a baby face and an eternally sweet voice, and would wear a pair of high heels of more than ten centimeters at any time. The personality is sometimes gentle and calm, sometimes fierce and impulsive, serious, stubborn, dare to challenge himself, and has strong adaptability. Once I did a test on the Internet, and the final result turned out to be a chameleon, mediocre but not extreme, not persistent in everything, extremely resilient, good at communication, a natural negotiator, can fully integrate into a variety of new environments and new cultures and is well adaptable, sometimes considered to have no personality and principles, thinking of this, Nie Congcong was quietly happy in his heart, alas, where is this and where, there are two answers to two questions.

Nie Congcong's eyes rolled, and he replied crisply, I am Miss Cake! Miss Cake? President Zhao really felt angry and funny about Nie Congcong's answer, whether this girl was really stupid or fake, or really a fake smart little fool. Ask softly, what do you mean? Cong Cong, do you have so many life experiences? Nie Congcong replied with a smile, there are not so many life experiences, but cakes are desserts, who can refuse the temptation of sweetness, because it is sweet enough to charm all beings. When Nie Congcong spoke, his eyes were flexible and his expression was vivid, and President Zhao was stunned for a while. Leader, do you think I'm right? President Zhao came back to his senses by Nie Congcong's voice as a leader, and said in a loud voice, it makes sense, it makes sense. It seems that with Nie Congcong, it is really necessary to fight wits and courage. Nie Congcong was said like this, and the two of them laughed at the same time, Nie Congcong secretly said in her heart, the danger was lifted, and she breathed a long sigh of relief.

Nie Congcong hurriedly asked with a straight face, President, let's finish our gossip, now let's get down to business. What did you call me when you came down early in the morning? You see, I still have paper and a pen with me. President Zhao glanced at the notebook in Nie Congcong's hand and said, then you can record our work arrangements for this week and plans for next week. First of all, the documents of the magazine's planning plan, editorial process, and salary system should be completed by next Tuesday; Second, you learn about Shu Inoue's cosmetics online; Third, recruit two more editors for us before the middle of next month, and try not to be local to Henan. Can you do it? Nie Congcong replied, I can do it, leader, don't worry, I am a person who has a clear distinction between public and private, and I will not discount anything at work. President Zhao smiled, still as gentle as before, I believe you.

Nie Congcong was about to pack up his notebook and prepare to say goodbye, when President Zhao suddenly said, Cong Cong, if I divorce one day, what will you think? Nie Congcong was stunned for a moment, and asked in surprise, why? However, I do not recommend that you divorce, and it is necessary for me to give my own opinion to my brother. President Zhao said, what is your opinion? Nie Congcong continued, brother, within the same bottom line, the final result of marrying anyone is almost the same. Being with different people and suffering differently is an inevitability, and no one can be happy once and for all through a marriage. I hope you don't toss and be happy. President Zhao asked, "Don't I have a chance?" Nie Congcong shook his head silently, I know that every man has a fox spirit in his heart, but, for ordinary people, the fox spirit is just something that people yearn for or miss, not something that people love, what I said, you know. President Zhao didn't speak again, looked at Nie Congcong silently, his eyes were a little red, his heart hurt very much, but he couldn't express it, Nie Congcong stretched out his right hand and made a high-five gesture to him, he stretched out his right hand and slapped her high-five, just a very light snap, their hands were all retracted, and his palm could feel the dry warmth and small toughness of Nie Congcong's palm. At that moment, they both understood each other from each other's eyes.

At this moment, there was a knock at the door of the office, and Xu Zheng's voice also came in, President, we have to go to the city government at ten o'clock to do something, and now the time is almost up, do you think you can leave now? As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that Nie Congcong was also there, and immediately said, then you are busy first, I will go to pick up the car and wait for you at the door. And the one who spoke went out. Nie Congcong said, then you go and get busy, don't delay the business. President Zhao nodded, Okay, Cong Cong, then you go to get busy first, and I will also go to the city government quickly. Nie Congcong walked out, and when he was at the door, he suddenly turned his head and saw President Zhao silently looking at her back, as if it was a farewell. Her nose was so sore that she almost burst into tears.

Nie Congcong did not go upstairs directly to the office, but went out alone and walked to the MISS coffee across the street, where he had just gone to work and had just cleaned up the café was quiet and clean, only soft music flowed in every space, Nie Congcong found a corner and sat down, and asked for a cup of coffee and a piece of tiramisu.

While waiting, there was a long-haired woman in a long white dress, who sat opposite Nie Congcong with two glasses of lemonade, with a smell of perfume lily, she left a glass of water for herself, and sent a cup to Nie Congcong.

The woman looked at Nie Congcong and said softly, My name is Mi Su, and I am the owner of this shop. Is there something wrong? Nie Congcong asked, the woman chuckled, nothing special, I just like to chat with the guests who order tiramisu for a while. Nie Congcong smiled, okay, I don't mind having someone talk to me.

Tiramisu is an Italian dessert classic, and it is said that after eating delicious tiramisu, you will be happy and like you have stepped into a fairyland, Misu said.

It is said that an Italian soldier was about to go to war, but there was nothing left at home, and his wife, who loved him, in order to prepare dry food for him, made all the biscuits and bread that could be eaten in the family into a pastry, which meant to take me away, and that pastry was called tiramisu. Whenever this soldier eats tiramisu on the battlefield, he thinks of his home and his loved ones. In Italian, tiramisu means "take me away", taking away not only delicious food, but also love and happiness.

But after a while, tiramisu was brought up, Nie Congcong tasted it, and it was really beautiful, with the bitterness of Espresso, the moistness of eggs and sugar, the mellowness of sweet wine, the richness of chocolate, the denseness of finger biscuits, the thick aroma of cheese and whipped cream, and the dryness of cocoa powder. The mellow and dense aftertaste of tiramisu will make you forget all your worries.

Nie Congcong said, thank you Misu, your tiramisu is very delicious, I like it very much. Misu smiled, looked at Nie Congcong, and said quietly, I think you must know that the meaning of tiramisu is to take me away. However, the deliciousness will always pass, and the meaning of "take me away" is particularly nostalgic. Who can take me away? Will it be heaven or hell after taking me away? Or do you have no regrets for a lifetime? "Take Me Away" is like a bet that tempts gamblers to bet with their feelings; "Take Me Away" is more like a poisonous weed, tempting people who believe in fairy tales to indulge their emotions.

Nie Congcong took a sip of coffee and asked Misu in surprise, I met you for the first time today, what do you want to tell me? Misu said seriously, I know that girls who like tiramisu have dream potential, and I hope that such girls will not hurt themselves in their feelings or be hurt by others. Nie Congcong asked, have you experienced tiramisu-like love? Misu nodded, shook her head again, her eyes were full of melancholy, she didn't answer positively, just said, thank you for liking, you enjoy it slowly, welcome to come again next time. After saying that, he got up and left.

Nie Congcong watched her back quickly disappear into the corridor, leaving only a faint smell of perfume, Nie Congcong knew that what he wanted was not love, but comfort, the kind of comfort that penetrated from the tongue to the bones, like the most thorough hug......