Pei Yu walked into the office, Ji Baichen was working in the bright daylight, and the light from the floor-to-ceiling windows was cast in and sprinkled softly on his face, lining every inch of his exposed cold white skin with warmth.

Pei Yu walked in a hurry, while hurriedly flipping through the essay album in his bag, the spring willow-like eyebrows responded to the urgency, just glanced at Ji Baichen, and his tone was serious, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ji, it's me who is too confident and didn't prepare more fully, can you tell me President Anne what I am not satisfied with, I can improve." ”

Pei Yu stood in front of Ji Baichen's desk, his slender fingers flipping through the essay album, twisting his eyebrows nervously thinking about what to do next.

Ji Baichen was originally wearing glasses and bowed his head to write, but when he heard a knock on the door, he stopped writing, and as Pei Yu came in, the seat slowly pushed closer to the back of the chair, and took off his glasses.

He guessed that Secretary Li must have tricked her over, otherwise where would this girl send herself to the door, and looked at her with slightly lowered eyes.

After Pei Yu finished speaking, he flipped through the album, waiting for Ji Baichen to speak, but he didn't speak, Pei Yu suddenly raised his eyes, met his eyes that were watching a good show, and immediately leaned in.

"Anne is very satisfied, Secretary Li probably misheard." Ji Baichen knew that she was smart, so he didn't provoke her, and he took it shallowly.

Pei Yu squinted his eyes, the corners of his mouth tightened, sat back on the sofa, and put the album in.

There's yours, Ji Baichen.

As for the yin, she really can't play the one in front of her.

Pei Yu is extremely conscientious and responsible for his work, so he never jokes at work.

Ji Baichen hooked the corners of his mouth, couldn't help but smile, he still had to pretend to be businesslike, "Because she is satisfied, the negotiation is in advance, she wants to meet you, and by the way, she called Meng Yixuan over to talk together." ”

Pei Yu originally didn't want to see his scheming and easily seductive face, but when he heard that Meng Yixuan would come over, he stopped arranging the album in his hand, and turned to think about it seriously.

She had waited too long for this day, and Meng Yixuan was the first drop of blood in this massacre.

Pei Yu sat on the sofa not far away, looking really distant, and his breath was cold.

Ji Baichen is helpless, it's only been three or two years, the little girl is really different from when she just returned to China, she can still talk to herself a few words and joke at that time, and the two can sit together and eat a meal quietly.

Now she is really out of shape, her indifferent little face adds more charm, and she is a little more feminine, and her lazy and cold tone makes him feel uncomfortable.

"The people have already reached the fifteenth floor, but Director Pei is here to see what they are talking about."

There is an automatic lifting projection screen on the wall on one side of Ji Baichen's desk, but the direction of the design is just to facilitate Ji Baichen's ability to control the computer at the same time, facilitate meetings and switch the angle of the screen, Pei Yu sat on the sofa and couldn't look at it.

Pei Yu naturally wanted to see it, got up and came to the back of Ji Baichen's boss chair an arm's length, and through the screen, he could see Anne and Meng Yixuan hugging for a veneer salute.

Meng Yixuan is also a little talented in language, and her Italian is not bad, chatting with Anne about the feeling of returning to her homeland.

With neat makeup and a high-end suit, that look is really a bit like a famous designer.

The sunlight is too good, some reflections, Pei Yu looks a little dizzy, and always feels a little blurry, so he unconsciously gets closer.

Although he could clearly hear their voices, Pei Yu would not let go of the subtle movements and demeanor.