Chapter 19 Express
The elevator came, and the two walked in one after the other, and a strange atmosphere quietly ignited in the confined space.
Ye Weixin stood slightly behind Lu Shihan, and when she saw the familiar back, she was a little strange, how could Lu Shihan, who usually takes the president's elevator, come to take the employee elevator.
In the end, she still couldn't hold back her curiosity and said, "Mr. Lu, why did you take the employee elevator today?" Observe the people? β
After saying that, she regretted it again, he wouldn't think she cared about his affairs, right?
Lu Shihan's expression was faint, "The special elevator is being repaired." β
A very objective explanation, without saying a word, as if he didn't care about what she said, Ye Wei calmed down at the same time, but for some reason there was an extra layer of emptiness in his heart.
Just when the atmosphere in the elevator fell into silence again, Lu Shihan suddenly turned his face sideways, looked at her twice, and said casually, "How are you with a cold?" As if he was afraid that she would misunderstand, he immediately said, "I'm afraid that you will delay your work because of illness." β
Ye Weixin was stunned when he heard this, then raised his chin lightly and smiled brightly, "My boyfriend brings me nutritious soup every day, of course." β
Lu Shihan lingered on her rosy little face for a second or two, turned his head and stopped looking at her, not noticing that Ye Weixin's face quickly turned into a bitter and hateful look.
She quietly stroked the extra two taels of flesh in her stomach, wanting to cry without tears.
Soon, the elevator arrived at the floor where Ye Weixin was, and she said, "Goodbye, Mr. Lu." Then he got out of the elevator.
In the noisy office room, Ye Weixin was busy with the sun, and suddenly there were large bouquets of flowers in front of him, and the delicate red roses attracted the attention of his colleagues, and Ye Weixin could even see the dew drops on the rose petals, which were crystal clear.
"Miss Ye, please sign your flowers."
The courier's voice came, interrupting Ye Weixin, who was in a trance, she whispered sorry, quickly took the slip, signed her name, the courier just left, and the good colleague took the card in the flowers with sharp eyes.
"Wait for your rose to bloom, Zhang Luoheng, hey, hey, it's sour to your teeth."
As his colleague's words fell, Ye Weixin noticed that the roses in the bouquet were in full bloom, but the innermost bouquet was still petal-wrapped in the stamens and did not bloom.
"Wait, Zhang Luoheng? It won't be the chairman of Hengyu, rightγγγγγγ β
I don't know whose words made the noisy office quiet in an instant, Ye Weixin put the flowers aside without blushing and heartbeat, and continued to be busy with the work at hand, without answering this question.
Colleagues looked at each other, if this Zhang Luoheng was that Zhang Luoheng, then Ye Weixin was not someone they could afford to joke about.
The quiet office didn't last long, and after a while, another courier came in to find Ye Weixin, "This is the lunch sent by Zhang Shaorang." β
The food delivery box on the third floor was a little dazzling on the desk, and the sharp-eyed colleague had already recognized that this was the lunch box in Hengxiang's private room, "The dishes in it are comparable to our monthly salary." β
Hearing the whispers of discussion everywhere, Ye Wei hurriedly signed and asked the courier to leave. Fortunately, it was time to eat at this time, and after a while, colleagues all went to the cafeteria to eat, and when she was the only one left in the workplace, Ye Weixin exhaled and quietly picked up the lunch box, and just now she smelled the fragrance of the food......