Chapter 3: Lost Journals

Yun En perfunctorily gossiped the old aunt's gossip, and hurriedly went to the nurse's desk to ask, but he didn't expect that in such a short time, all the formalities had been completed.

I had no choice but to take the towels, washbasins, slippers and other odds and turns that I bought, and squeezed the evening rush hour subway home.

Passing by the fruit shop outside the community, Yun En swallowed his saliva on the fragrant durian, feeling sorry for the medical expenses paid for the boss.

The owner of the fruit shop came out and greeted: "Xiao En, the two broken mangoes are not rotten, you can take them back and eat them." ”

Yun En rubbed his hands embarrassedly: "Thank you, uncle." ”

She happily gave her newly bought men's slippers to her boss.

Xia Yunen has lived in this community for 17 years, and her mother finally saved up money to buy a small house here 17 years ago, but unfortunately now, she is the only one who lives.

"Mom, I'm back." On the shoe cabinet at the door, there was a photo of his mother, Yun En picked a mango with a better quality and put it in front of the photo, washed his hands, and stood by the kitchen sink to eat the other one.

"Today, our director fainted at home with a fever, I'll go get ......" Yun En ate the mango juice all over his face, and suddenly froze.

Her handbook, is her handbook still in Jiang Rin's house?

hurriedly washed her face and hands, and took out her mobile phone from her bag, but Jiang Rin made two calls before and after, she didn't know which one to contact, maybe it was unfortunate and caused some misunderstanding, she didn't want to offend the boss.

It's been almost half a year since he joined the company, and Yun En knows that the director is very mysterious in the office, and he doesn't like to have any communication with his subordinates outside of work, and everything will be finished at the meeting.

Today, when the supervisor threw her boss's address, he told her not to tell other colleagues, otherwise she would leave, and she didn't even give a phone call, probably because she couldn't give it.

Yun En clearly remembers that he used his handbook to record his work in the office in the morning, and since he was not in the company, he must have been taken out in his bag.

But the mobile phone and the transportation card are in the outer pocket of the bag, and the bag has not been opened on the road, and the only place to open the bag is Jiang Rin's home.

What should have been a beautiful and splendid Friday night was all spent wondering whether to go again tomorrow, the mansion area that treats strangers as thieves, Yun En is very disappointed.

What finally brought her back to life was a new order popping up on Want Want.

An old customer placed an order for a pair of size 31 heels, which is the size of a seven or eight-year-old child, and in order to confirm the order information, she specially called to contact.

"My goddaughter will start elementary school in September, and this is my gift to her."

"I see, Miss Lu, thank you for always patronizing my business."

"Because the shoes you make are beautiful and comfortable." On the other end of the phone, the customer said gently, "You must tell me when you open a store in the future." ”

After hanging up the phone, Yun En was in a much better mood, Miss Lu was an old customer in her Taobao store, and she had already ordered three pairs of shoes from her before and after, in fact, Yun En couldn't take three orders a year, and Miss Lu was almost the only customer in the store.

People who are in a good mood walk into the studio, turn on all the lights, and look at the neatly stacked shoe-making tools, leather, and accessories, Yun En calmed down and tied up his long hair: "Work first!" ”

Busy until midnight, the next morning, Yun En bought a bunch of bananas at the fruit store and went to Jiang Rin's house again, but the doorman told him that Mr. Jiang had not returned since he was picked up by ambulance.

Yun En broke two bananas for the doorman and left disappointed.

Fortunately, she was sure that the handbook should have fallen to the boss's house, and as long as Jiang Rin returned to the company to work, she could find a way to ask.

But she had to find the right opportunity, she didn't want the people in the office to know about it, otherwise it would be troublesome.

At present, in July, the autumn shoes are distributed, the winter shoes enter the production, the marketing department and the production department, the design department is only to assist, and the design of the spring shoes in the coming year is the focus of the design department's work this month.

Back at work on Monday, last week out didn't bring any fresh air, and the atmosphere in the office was still tense.

Today is the last meeting of the spring shoe design plan, and several designers are very worried, after all, there are so many designs that the spring shoes are killed this time, so many people are worried that they will not be able to catch up with the new product launch and production cycle.

There are rumors among colleagues whether Director Jiang has been in a bad mood recently and whether he will fall out of love.

In the morning, Yun En was busy helping the designers sort out the materials, and it was inevitable that they would be complained by the impetuous, and the other assistants were also cautious.

"Xia Yunen?"

At this moment, someone in the office area shouted Yun En's name, and she was called hundreds of times a day by the designers, and she habitually got up from her seat: "I'm here." ”

But a series of people on the side have already greeted one after another: "Good director, good Mr. Jiang......"

A man with a long body, wearing a crisp suit, thick eyebrows and deep eyes, fair skin, even if he is still sick, his body is exactly as handsome as on the cover of a magazine.

He walked straight towards Yun En, handed her the dark green covered handbook, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Yours?" ”