When President Zhao knocked on the door, Nie Congcong was already taking a nap. He couldn't help but be happy when he saw Nie Congcong's sleepy eyes when he opened the door, why did you fall asleep after a while? I'm afraid you won't have lunch, so I bought two servings by the way, hoping you like it. Nie Congcong yawned, I have eaten.

He put the lunch box on the dining table, and said while washing his hands, then eat with me, in your house, I eat alone, it's a strange thing, don't you think? Nie Congcong couldn't help but laugh, Okay, I'll accompany you. A small stir-fried pork from the farmhouse, a scrambled egg with tomatoes, a salad with bamboo shoots and melon, and a large portion of soup. He said, I heard that you lost weight, I didn't ask you for staple food, you just eat some vegetables and drink some soup. Nie Congcong was not polite, picked up the chopsticks and tasted each dish, well, good, very delicious. Of course, how could I bring you something that wasn't tasty. President Zhao said with a smile.

He changed his words and continued, Cong Cong, are you sure you want to make this fashion magazine? Nie Congcong was stunned for a moment, what has changed in you? I went to Mr. Liu in the morning to stamp the contract. President Zhao pondered for a while, before you were threatened by others, I felt that what I was going to do, I would definitely push forward, and no one and anything could stop me, but after you were threatened, I did hesitate a little, I can't hurt a girl because of my work, in case something happens, I can't explain it to you and your family. Nie Congcong smiled casually, it's okay, I'm not scared. Let's move forward with the matter of cooperation, and now we have no turning back. President Zhao said seriously, thank you, Nie Congcong. Nie Congcong smiled, don't be like this, just treat me to a little delicious next time to compensate me. President Zhao said, no problem, you can decide the time and place. Nie Congcong said distressedly, how to go through the contract sealing process in the society? Who am I going to? President Zhao said, you give me the contract, and when the time comes, Director Li of the Social Affairs Office will look for you to get it. Nie Congcong said, then I will be relieved. I'll leave this matter to you, and I'll quickly recruit an editor for us. Now we have to recruit at least two more people, what do you recommend? President Zhao said, you are fully responsible, and I will not participate, so as not to leave a tongue for others.

After eating, Nie Congcong received the lunch box into a large plastic bag and said to President Zhao, do you have anything else to do at noon? If it's okay, just rest here for a while. President Zhao was stunned for a moment, and asked hesitantly, are you convenient? Nie Cong Cong is happy, what's inconvenient about this? There is a sofa in the study, the sofa belongs to you at noon today, and the bed belongs to me. President Zhao was not polite, he went directly into the study, and sat on the sofa in a very comfortable posture, Cong Cong, you are really good here, leave your study to me, and I will pay you rent. Nie Congcong walked over, sat heavily on the sofa, sat cross-legged, okay, leader, I think this is a thing, I don't have high requirements, 2000 a month. President Zhao was amused by Nie Congcong's serious joke, so high, is this to kill the rich and the rich? Nie Congcong is against it, it is to help the poor. I am poor, you are rich. The two laughed together.

Nie Congcong was talking, and he habitually took off a flower rope from his wrist that had been wrapped around a few times and played with it in his hand, President Zhao saw it and immediately became interested, you are a game of turning the flower rope, I will too. I used to play with my mom a lot when I was a kid. As long as a rope is knotted into a rope sleeve, one person uses his fingers to weave one pattern, and the other person uses his fingers to take it and turn it into another pattern, alternately weaving each other until one party can no longer weave it. Let's play a game and see who can't turn over in the end will lose, okay? Nie Congcong immediately came to his senses, he was originally going to take a nap, so he simply sat on the sofa and played with the flower rope, the more the two of them played, the more excited they became, and they suddenly had a feeling of returning to their childhood.

After playing several rounds, it turned out to be a draw, Nie Congcong was not happy, hey, big brother, don't play like this, if it goes on like this, when will I win? President Zhao is also unwilling, didn't you let me win me? If I win, you can win. Nie Congcong objected, no, obviously you can only win if I win, do you think, right? Otherwise, as she spoke, she pulled the rope from one end to the other, and the rope became parallel again, returning to its starting state. President Zhao looked at her angrily, the two of them opened their eyes wide, and looked at each other for a full minute, Nie Congcong's eyebrows and eyes crooked smiled first, and President Zhao also smiled, Cong Cong, your eyes are all me. Nie Congcong said, it's me in your eyes.

When Nie Congcong finished saying this, she felt that the atmosphere was a little ambiguous, and her face turned red to the root of her ears. Cong Cong, has anyone ever told you that you are a woman with a sexy temperament, very, very attractive. What does it mean to be sexy? Nie Congcong shook his head, no one said that to me. Cong Cong, I ...... President Zhao was just about to speak, Nie Congcong blocked the words behind him with his fingers, and said softly, I know what you said, in fact, I am too, it's just that we can't, in this world, there are some people we can't afford to hurt, I think, you know better than me. President Zhao nodded, his hands tightly clasped Nie Congcong's two hands, his eyes were warm and sad.

At this time, Nie Congcong's phone rang with a clang, Nie Congcong looked back at the phone, and then looked at President Zhao, he let go of her hand, she picked it up, the phone was very loud, President Zhao could hear what the other party was saying, Nie Congcong, this weekend, are you back? If you don't come back, my parents and I will go to look for you, and they say, I won't go to see you again, for fear that you will be abducted by Henan people. The call was from my sister. Nie Congcong frowned awkwardly, and whispered, No need, I'll go back to Xi'an on the weekend. She hung up the phone without waiting for her sister to speak. President Zhao asked, is it family? Nie Congcong said, my sister. President Zhao laughed, it turns out that the prejudice of outsiders against us Henan people is quite deep. Nie Congcong denied it without confidence, where, I like Henan people very much...... Looking at Nie Congcong's appearance, President Zhao smiled gently, there is nothing wrong with your sister saying that, everyone looks at Henan people like that.

The two chatted for a while, President Zhao went to the office first, he had a meeting in the afternoon and needed to go first. Nie Congcong was fine, and his worn feet still hurt a little, so he wanted to be lazy and sleep well at home in the afternoon.

The house where Nie Congcong lives is not facing the street, as long as the window is not opened, the room is surprisingly quiet, she fell on the bed, and soon fell asleep, the dream is very long, one by one, so, she woke up and fell asleep, and continued to play out one piece after another, like a serial, in the dream, she and a middle-aged man fell into a long-term love, although she couldn't fully see his face, but she knew who he was in her heart, they kept hugging, kissing, and entangled each other's bodies...... She said to him over and over again, I don't want to be a good woman, I just want you, do we have a future, do we have it? He looked at him sadly, unable to say a word, and she woke up instantly, and the sadness in her heart flowed backwards......

She picked up her phone and saw a text message: Cong, I just dreamed of you, you ask me, is there a future? If I'm willing to divorce and marry you, are you willing? No matter how sane I have, but, Cong Cong, without you, I'd be crazy. I want you, I want you. This number is not the number he usually uses, but Nie Congcong knew that it must be him, and it was also this number that made more than a dozen calls last time. Nie Congcong read it again, ruthlessly, and deleted it. She didn't think the same as him, that evening, when he took her into his arms, she was immediately infatuated with his arms and his taste, but she also knew that such a result would burn both of them, and she was reluctant to do that to him......