He has always been the kind of face paralyzed, with delicate facial features on the perfect outline of the lines, like a work of art with a ghostly sword, even if there is no expression on his face, but it still has a fatal attraction, which makes people look at it and never take their eyes off it.

When he approves documents, his eyebrows are sometimes frowned, sometimes stretched; When he decided with the employee in front of him, his fingers would occasionally turn the two markers quickly, and occasionally he would raise them and habitually press his temples; As he flipped through the papers, his movements would be slow, and his gaze would clearly follow his movements, transitioning from page to page; His demeanor of signing the pen was smooth and smooth in one go.

Song Qingchun has seen many people at work, but she has never seen a person, when she is working, she can be so charming.

It turns out that in this world, there is a kind of person who is charming in his every move, and there is temptation everywhere.

The original sound of talking about things in the office completely disappeared from her ears, and she stared at Su Zhinian, gradually stunned.

I don't know how long it took, Su Zhinian may have remembered Song Qingchun, or he may have noticed her gaze, and when he put a contract that had just been signed on the table, his eyes drifted towards Song Qingchun.

Song Qingchun came into contact with his gaze, lowered his eyes consciously, and with a little panic, took a magazine from the bag that Cheng Qingliang carried, opened it and pretended to read it.

She stared at the magazine, read it for a long time, and didn't read any content in her heart, and there were obviously several voices in her ears talking about some issues such as merger funds, but only Su Zhinian's voice fell into her ears.

His voice is very light, and his tone is the same as that of his people, giving people a very clear indifference, no ups and downs and no emotions, but it is so good that people have the illusion of listening to the wonderful sounds of the world.

Hearing the end, the colorful pictures on the paper in front of Song Qingchun, in her eyes, all turned into Su Zhinian's appearance when she was working.

Song Qingchun pulled his distracted thoughts back when Cheng Qingli entered the office again and brought her a cup of milk tea, and looked at Cheng Qingliang with a bit of a trance, "Huh?" "Yes.

"It's sugar, if you don't think it's sweet, you can add it yourself." Cheng Qingliang did not have the slightest impatience, and continued to repeat what he had just said in a very soft temper.

"Thank you." Song Qingchun thanked him, only to find that in Su Zhinian's office, there were only three people left at this time, him, her and Cheng Qinglian, and the people who were originally talking about things just now were all gone.

"You're welcome." Cheng Qinglian's eyebrows curled, and then before leaving, he took Song Qingchun's leftover breakfast out of the office.

Su Zhinian's office has a particularly good soundproofing effect, only he and her are left inside, and there is no other noise except for the buzzing sound from the air purifier.

In Su Zhinian's villa, Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian got along so quietly, but for some reason, at this time, she actually felt a little nervous in her heart.

She bit the corner of her lip and flipped through the magazine, and the corner of her eye, in a situation that she was not aware of, frequently floated towards Su Zhinian's body.

Su Zhinian was very calm, he had been busy for so long, as if he didn't know that he was tired, and he was still engrossed in dealing with the documents piled up on the desk.