Song Xianji now comes to work in the company every day, and at first everyone felt a little strange, pointing and talking about trivial rumors when they saw him. After a long time, I have become accustomed to it.

Xia Shanshan also seemed to get used to his presence. The inexplicable encounters in the elevator are becoming more and more frequent, and every time I see him, it is still like a deer's heartbeat. Even nervous speech is a little slurred.

She felt like she was really unproductive.

She didn't know why she was like this, but whenever she lowered her head and saw her slightly bulging lower abdomen, an overwhelming sense of humility swept over the world and swallowed the whole world.

"Xia Shanshan, come to my office with a towel." Song Xianji raised his head, his tone full of doubt.

Before she could reply, he had disappeared at the end of the staircase, his whole back as if it were windy. The elevator door closed slightly, and Xia Shanshan stood there stunned for a long time, and then the corners of her mouth hooked up a smile that she didn't even notice.

Xia Shanshan went back to the office to get a towel, although he was also confused and didn't know what he was going to do, so he could only frown and think hard while moving towards his office step by step.

She knocked softly on the door, echoes that rippled through the air.

The room was so quiet that there was no sound, and she pushed the door open and walked in timidly. Looking at Song Xianji sitting there in confusion.

He held the pen as if he was drafting a copy, and his serious appearance was particularly unsightly.

"Song Xianji?" She asked tentatively.

"You're here." He didn't lift his head. The two of them were silent for a long time, and then he picked up the written document and put it in the file bag. Then she looked up at her, and she stared at him blankly, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Uh, well, what did you call me for?" Xia Shanshan realized that he had lost his temper, and looked away in a panic, picked up the towel in his hand and shook it twice in front of him.

"Stand closer."

She nodded obediently and slowly took two steps forward. When Song Xianji saw her appearance, he wanted to laugh a little, but he still quietly pointed to the delicate carved vase on the table.

The bottle is a clean and pure milky white, with beautiful lines carefully carved on it, and a few bamboos inserted in it, which is exceptionally clean and elegant.

Xia Shanshan also pointed to the vase, tilted his head and asked, "Do you want me to wipe it?" “

"What do you say?" A sentence that is neither salty nor light.

"Oh, okay." She nodded in agreement and quickly went to the bathroom to wet the terry cloth in her hand. Song Xianji didn't speak, picked up a book full of English and leaned on the sofa to look intently.

Although he felt very strange, Xia Shanshan still carefully began to wipe the vase, and his cheeks bulged slightly.

She admits she's a little upset.

"Hey, but why did you ask me to wipe the vase?" At last she couldn't help but grumble softly, her voice low as if talking to herself. This kind of thing is obviously left to the cleaning aunt in the company to do.

Others asked her to do this and that, because they saw that she was unpleasant and aimed at her, but Song Xianji was nothing.

Song Xianji seemed to hear it, and stroked his hair casually, "This is my favorite vase, and I don't feel at ease when others wipe me." “

Xia Shanshan almost didn't vomit blood. What the hell is this reason, wasn't the vase wiped by someone else before? She ran through a group of grass and mud horses in her heart, but she didn't dare to contradict it.

"I'm done wiping, can I go?" Xia Shanshan took a towel, habitually wiped his forehead with his hands, looked out of the door with his eyes, and asked tentatively.

Song Xianji glanced at it lightly and said, "Unqualified, continue to wipe until I tell you to leave." “

Xia Shanshan rolled her eyes, looked at the clean and impeccable vase, and almost lost her breath.

"But it's clean." She lowered her head and carefully argued.

"Not clean enough. You go to the sofa to rest first, and when you're rested, continue to wipe. Song Xianji pointed to the sofa over there and said with a serious face.

Xia Shanshan frowned and obediently did as he said. After all, he is the president, and he is just a small clerk.

She felt as if Song Xianji was playing tricks on herself, and for a whole day, every time she wiped the vase again, all she got was his shaking his head and denial over and over again.

It's funny to say that she, a serious clerk, actually wiped a vase in the president's office for a whole day.

Finally waited for him to speak, but the words he said almost didn't make Xia Shanshan faint.

"Let's get here today. Xia Shanshan, I'm not satisfied, and will continue to wipe the vase in my office tomorrow. “

"What!" Her eyes widened in surprise and she looked at him incredulously.

"Do you have any comments? Leonardo da Vinci painted tens of thousands of eggs without saying anything, you only wiped the vase for a day. “

Xia Shanshan couldn't refute it, so he had to hang his head and nodded.

In this way, Xia Shanshan wiped the vase in Song Xianji's office for three days. From beginning to end, he didn't say a word, just sat in a chair quietly reading and drinking tea.

Xia Shanshan couldn't understand why he was playing tricks on himself like this. If Leonardo da Vinci could become a great painter by painting eggs, she couldn't imagine what she could do by rubbing vases from morning to night.

She saw no value or meaning other than clean, almost reflective vases.

Even at noon the next day, she was so tired that she slept on the sofa for two hours with a vase. When he woke up, Song Xianji was still sitting there, but he didn't read, but looked out of the window, and the vast sky was reflected in his pupils.

She sat up with difficulty, looked at her watch, and was not well. Xia Shanshan didn't expect that he had slept for so long, and his coat was still draped on his body.

Xia Shanshan embarrassedly arranged her hair, returned her clothes to him, and explained awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I'm too sleepy, I didn't know I would sleep for so long." “

As she spoke, she lowered her head in shame.

Song Xianji glanced at her lightly, and took the clothes with a light and breezy appearance.

"That's it for today, you go home and rest first, and continue to wipe tomorrow."

"Okay." She didn't care about it, and she didn't say much. Xia Shanshan is so tired, she has been rushing the design draft every night these days, but the deadline is approaching.

Her work still lacks a single outline.

Xia Shanshan tossed and turned and couldn't sleep on the bed, she gritted her teeth, she couldn't go on like this.

On the fourth day, when he stepped into this office again, Xia Shanshan felt full of guilt for wasting his time. She didn't take the towel at all, her little hands clenched into fists, and she gritted her teeth and walked in.

Song Xianji still came to the office early and took a sip of coffee.

"You're here." Everything is the same as always, only this time, Xia Shanshan is not going to endure it.