Mi Jia withdrew her gaze, reached out and picked up the lipstick on the table, handed it to her, and asked, "Is this lipstick yours?" ”

Secretary Zheng stared at the lipstick, her face changed slightly, when she was putting on makeup and preparing to come to work this morning, she found that she couldn't find it in her bag, she didn't care, she thought it was accidentally dropped out when she was in Jiang Yawen's car yesterday, but she didn't expect it to fall here, thinking about it like this, it is also possible that Jiang Yawen urged her to ask for information when she came in to find something when she got off work yesterday.

Thinking like this, Secretary Zheng's whole person began to be a little nervous, the hand that was originally placed in front of him was tightly grasped, his eyes began to wander a little, his gaze was a little evasive, avoiding Mi Jia's gaze, and he didn't dare to look at her.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Mi Jia repeated again, "Secretary Zheng, is this lipstick yours?" The voice was much colder than it had just been.

"It's not!" Secretary Zheng denied it, and looked up at Mi Jia's teeth biting her lip.

Mi Jia stared at Secretary Zheng fixedly, her hands were still half-raised, she didn't speak for a while, and the expression on her face didn't change much, and she couldn't see the change in her inner mood at this moment.

Her lack of speech made Secretary Zheng even more flustered, the hand hanging down by her legs was tightly clenched, and the nails were inserted into the flesh fiercely, it hurt very much, but she couldn't care about it.

The two were in a stalemate like this for a while, Secretary Zheng didn't know how long he had been standing like this, only knowing that his legs were a little numb, Mi Jia then said, "Isn't it really Secretary Zheng?" ”

Secretary Zheng denied it to the end, looked at Mi Jia and insisted, "It's not mine!" ”

Mi Jia withdrew the hand that was originally half raised, and the gaze that was originally staring at Secretary Zheng was also withdrawn with the movement of the hand, looking at the lipstick in his hand, and waited for a while before slowly speaking, "Yes, that's really a little strange." ”

Secretary Zheng's clenched hand never let go, things came to this point, seeing Mi Jia say this, she didn't want Mi Jia to be suspicious, so she could only follow Mi Jia's words, "What, what's strange?" ”

Hearing this, Mi Jia raised her eyes and glanced at her, gently pulled the corners of her mouth, and said with a smile, "This lipstick was picked up in the office when I came to work in the morning, I never use this brand of lipstick, and I don't know who dropped it here." ”

Seeing her say this, Secretary Zheng said with some embarrassment, "Could it be that the people from the cleaning department stayed when they were cleaning?" ”

Hearing her say this, the corners of Mi Jia's mouth were pulled a little wider, and she said, "Do you think those aunts in the cleaning department of this color of lipstick will use it?" ”

The smile on Secretary Zheng's face became even more embarrassing, and he looked at Mi Jia and said, "Also, it's not impossible...... Now, people are very up-to-date with fashion, and many of my clothes are worn by my aunts and aunts. ”

Mi Jia raised her eyebrows, didn't poke it, and only asked softly, "Is this all like this now?" ”

Seeing that she didn't have any doubts, Secretary Zheng hurriedly nodded and followed what she just said, "Yes, it's all like this, so now there is no age difference in what clothes and cosmetics are on it, everyone wears and uses it indiscriminately, how to look good." ”

"Yes." Mi Jia answered softly, lowered her head and fell her gaze back to the lipstick in her hand, opened the lipstick, rotated it gently, rotated the paste inside, stared at the color of the lipstick, and whispered, "But how do I remember that you seem to have a lipstick of this color too." As he spoke, he looked up at Secretary Zheng again, "Did you use it a few days ago?" As he spoke, he deliberately frowned as if he was thinking about something, and whispered, "No, no, the color of your yesterday seems to be similar to this." Saying this, he deliberately looked up at Secretary Zheng inquiringly, "Right?" ”

Secretary Zheng dared to respond, shook his head awkwardly, and said, "My color is similar to this, but it's not this brand, I haven't used this brand of lipstick." "That's very resolute with her attitude, as if the lipstick really didn't belong to her, and it has nothing to do with her.

Mi Jia looked at her and was silent for a while, but finally did not expose her lies, but whispered, "I see, I thought this lipstick was yours." ”

"No, it's not mine." Secretary Zheng shook his head and clenched his hands tightly.

Mijia nodded, looked at her hand, and slowly put away the smile on her face.

Secretary Zheng made his legs tremble with nervousness, and seeing that Mi Jia didn't speak, he hurriedly said, "Dong, chairman, do you want coffee?" I'm going to pour you a drink? ”

Mi Jia looked at her for a while before nodding and saying, "Okay." ”

When Secretary Zheng saw her talking, he hurriedly turned around and walked outside.

Mijia watched her walk out of the office and disappear behind the door, only then slowly retracted her gaze and fell back on the lipstick in her hand.

In fact, when the aunt from the cleaning department came to clean up in the morning, she asked, the lipstick was not the aunt of the cleaning department at all, and the aunt who often cleaned here also told her very sure that the lipstick was Secretary Zheng's, because she had picked it up once before, and Secretary Zheng thanked her when she also gave her a pack of biscuits, she took it back to her grandson to eat, and the grandson always said that it was delicious, and she asked her to buy it, so she was very impressed, and she was very sure that this lipstick was Secretary Zheng's.

With a soft sigh, he re-screwed the lipstick in his hand, put the lid on and set it aside.

Mi Jia was not in the office when Secretary Zheng came in with coffee, "Chairman? Secretary Zheng tentatively called lightly, and saw that no one answered, so he gave the coffee to Mi Jia and put it directly on the desk, and when he turned around and was about to leave, his eyes were really good to see the lipstick on the side, and his eyes paused.

Staring at the lipstick, he reached over to take it, but when his hand was about to touch it, he suddenly retracted it, stood up straight and grabbed his right hand tightly with his left hand.

Standing next to the desk like this, staring at the lipstick for a long time, and when he turned around and was about to leave, he happened to face Mi Jia, who was standing at the door and watching, and the whole person seemed to be a little frightened, and his steps were almost a little unsteady.

Mija looked at her and walked slowly towards her, her eyes not taking her eyes off her face, and whispered, "What are you looking at?" ”

"No, nothing." Secretary Zheng denied it, reached out and grabbed his hair, hiding his embarrassment, and said, "That coffee is on the table for you, if there is nothing to do, I will go out first." As he spoke, he bowed his head and walked towards the door.

Seeing that she was leaving, Mi Jia said lightly, "Do you think that lipstick looks more and more like you." ”