Black straight-leg pants, white coat, holding a case clip in his hand, short hair cut in thin pieces sticking to his forehead, and a pair of dark eyes underneath.

When Song Jingyu looked over, she came into contact with a light and waveless look.

Just stared at her indifferently.

Her eyes attracted Shen Zhixing, and when he looked back, Zhou Fusheng had already left earlier.

Only a glimpse of a silent and indifferent back.

Song Jingyu didn't hesitate at all, she resolutely followed, walked a few steps and returned to Shen Zhixing, handed him a business card, "Doctor Shen, we'll get in touch again." ”

She was in a hurry.

After speaking, he hurriedly walked towards the place where Zhou Fusheng left.

Zhou Fusheng walked very fast, she could only trot to chase, and the sound of her high heels hitting the floor was harsh.

So at the elevator entrance, Song Jingyu took off her high heels.

Then squeezed out of the crowd, walked to Zhou Fusheng's side as if no one was around, and tightened his hand, "Why are you walking so fast, I can't catch up with me in high heels." ”

A coquettish tone.

It's like a squeamish woman coquettish with her boyfriend.

But Song Jingyu is not a little wife, and Zhou Fusheng is not a boyfriend who will spoil her.

He didn't even have the energy to deal with this "big trouble" that came to his door.

Zhou Fusheng ignored her, nor did he resist her holding hands.

It's just that the two different temperatures blend with each other for a moment, and when the elevator opens again, the flow of people disperses.

He dropped her out of the elevator.

The elevator doors close to reveal her silhouette in her high heels.

She didn't go out, but put on her shoes and stepped forward to press the key on the first floor, and when the elevator opened again, all the embarrassment was eclipsed, she was still the domineering Song Jingyu.

In the evening, the assistant Xiao Xu accompanied her to socialize.

The client is Fangjun Real Estate, which has recently cooperated.

People say that this project is a difficult bone to gnaw, not to mention talking about half a month, even if you talk about it for two months, you may not be able to win that piece of land.

Song Jingyu only felt alarmist.

She gave herself 10 days, and she was bound to win the project within 10 days, so that she could have a better chance of winning before the next board meeting.

Years of experience in the workplace have long taught her how to read words and feelings, and she can distinguish what to say and what not to say.

Within a few words, she had taken the initiative.

Even when the other side puts forward harsh conditions, she can calmly and easily deal with it, and she copes with the whole party.

Until, near the end, a man arrived.

"Miss Song, this is the person in charge of our company's project this time, Zhou Yu, your follow-up questions can be discussed with Vice President Zhou."

At this time, Zhou Yu was wearing a gray suit, his leather shoes were spotless, and his gold-framed glasses made him look like a well-dressed beast.

He smiled, bowed slightly, and said in a polite tone as if he had changed person, "Hello, Miss Song." ”

Song Jingyu frowned briefly, her face extremely gloomy.

After a while, Xiao Xu leaned his elbow against her to stabilize her mind.

She reluctantly reached out to shake his hand and squeezed out the brightest smirk, the world is really small.

When she thought that she would never have an intersection with Zhou Yu again, life always pushed her to the forefront dramatically.

Zhou Yu is the son of the chairman of Fangjun Real Estate.

Song Jingyu never knew.

The next half hour was extraordinarily long, and she finally got to the end of the party, and Xiao Xu sent her home before leaving.

When entering the password to open the door, Song Jingyu accidentally found that there was suddenly a pair of men's shoes at the door.

Don't.

Has Zhou Fusheng been here?