Today is the first day of resumption of work, and the company has given everyone a red envelope to start work.

It's quite thick in my hand, looking at Xiao He's excitement, it is estimated that the amount is very expensive.

She didn't bother to look at it, so she opened the drawer and stuffed it directly.

Everyone in the department was busy sharing the specialties they had brought from their hometowns, and they told their brother that they had brought the pickled fish, saying that their mother had pickled them herself.

One person got a little bit.

Song Wanyue rarely eats this kind of pickled food, so she tasted it curiously.

It was so salty that she frowned, and she drank two glasses of water in a row to suppress the salty taste in her mouth.

Brother Su told her: "This is used for rice, and it will definitely be salty if you eat it directly." ”

Song Wanyue seemed to understand and nodded.

Xiao He was mysterious, and after Brother Su left, he came to Song Wanyue's side.

"Can you do me a favor?"

Song Wanyue supported her cheek with one hand, slid the mouse, and looked at the document boredly: "What are you busy with?" ”

Xiao He was a little shy, grinding and chirping and refusing to speak.

Song Wanyue frowned, stepped on the floor, slid the chair away from him, and said disgustedly: "If you have a skin disease, stay away from me, don't pass it on to me." ”

Xiao He hurriedly explained: "I don't have skin diseases!" ”

"I want you to help me see it...... The person I married didn't mean anything to me. ”

He finally said it all in one go.

Song Wanyue was silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly smiled: "You kid, did you go on a blind date?" ”

Xiao He's cheeks flushed, scratched his head, and seemed quite embarrassed: "It's all my mother, not to mention that I'm not too young, so I asked my aunt to help me introduce one." It's a teacher, two years older than me. ”

"It's still a sister type." Song Wanyue stretched out her hand, her palm facing upward, "Bring me the phone, I'll help you analyze it." ”

Xiao He immediately handed over the phone with both hands reverently.

Song Wanyue glanced at the chat history, which was just some very ordinary conversations.

Even in just a few lines of text, you can't tell the mood and mood of the other party.

"She has a good impression of you, at least to the extent that she thinks she can continue to get to know you. You usually care more about people and show more thoughtfulness. ”

Xiao He looked embarrassed: "But I don't know how to chat with her." Our hobbies are completely different. ”

"It's easy to do, you pretend to send the wrong message, and then withdraw it in time. When she sees it, she can only see a reminder to withdraw the message, and she will definitely be curious, and then ask you what you sent, and you twist it a little, pretending to be shy that you want to say it but don't dare to say it. ”

The atmosphere that followed naturally came naturally, leaving the space to her own imagination.

After Xiao He listened, he couldn't help but give her a thumbs up.

At the same time, he couldn't help but worry: "What if it doesn't work?" ”

The conceited Miss Song couldn't tolerate others questioning herself, so she immediately took out her mobile phone and gave him a demonstration.

The test subject was naturally Duan Baiting.

The note she gave him had already changed from the previous Duan Baiting to a red heart icon.

The message was sent out and withdrawn, and it took about ten minutes to receive a response.

- What?

Song Wanyue was proud: "If you see it, isn't this a bait?" ”

Xiao He looked adoring.

Song Wanyue cleared her throat and sent him a voice message: "I...... That's it...... Forget it, nothing. ”

The shyness and twist in her voice are just right.

The typing at the top of the screen lasted for a long time, but she didn't receive a reply.

Song Wanyue had some doubts, was this a question that took a long time to think about before replying?

Her patience wears off as she waits, and "the other party is typing ......" becomes "the other person is talking"

He also sent her a voice message back.

Song Wanyue didn't turn on the voice, and after clicking on the voice, she put the phone to her ear.

Duan Baiting's voice was gentle and slow: "Yes..... Feeling uncomfortable again? I may have half an hour left on my side to finish, you bear with me a little, I'll go over when I'm done. ”

After a few seconds of silence, he added, "Help you." ”

Song Wanyue: "......"

Xiao He saw that she had been silent for a long time, and asked her curiously: "What did you say, did it work?" ”

Song Wanyue took a deep breath, put the phone down, and asked him to give up this method.

Without waiting for Xiao He to ask again, she had already turned her back, sent a message on her mobile phone, and explained the ins and outs to Duan Baiting.

Finally, he emphasized: "Am I so dissatisfied in your eyes????? ”

Behind there are countless question marks, venting her anger and dissatisfaction.

You can feel it through your phone.

After leaving for a short time, Duan Baiting, who returned to the conference room again, glanced at his mobile phone.

Raise your hand to the corner of your forehead and gently raise the corner of your lips.

The man who was reporting to work was a little at a loss and put down his hand to play the PPT.

Stop there.

Duan Baiting smiled quietly, put the phone back on the desktop, and said in a calm tone: "Go on." ”

During this meeting, the Ministry of Justice was also called.

As Brother Su's right-hand man, Song Wanyue and Xiao He naturally packed up their materials together and went to the conference room on the 28th floor.

A long conference table made of logs, with fresh Champs roses in the middle.

The heavy double doors open to the left and right, and the faint smell of tea wafts through the conference room.

This was the first time that Song Wanyue had participated in a meeting between the top management of the group, and it was naturally incomparable to the internal meetings of their departments.

The atmosphere of the latter is relaxed, with free discussions between groups and even the ability to eat at the same time.

Unlike now, on either side of the long table, sitting opposite each other, are high-level directors in suits and leather shoes.

Those who are competent to hold high-level positions in large enterprises have a high degree of education per capita, and the rarest 1 percent of the population is at the top of the pyramid of life.

Mature and steady, elegant atmosphere.

Xiao He asked himself if he could be regarded as a graduate of a famous university, but in front of this group of bigwigs, his momentum weakened in an instant.

It's like being inferior.

The people in the conference room were only affected by this movement at the moment of opening the door, and raised their eyes to look at the source of the sound.

After that, he calmly retracted his gaze and continued to watch the demonstration of the solution on the big screen.

On such occasions, Brother Su could only sit at the end of the line.

Not to mention Song Wanyue and Xiao He, they were not even qualified to go to the desk, so they found two chairs, put the computer on their laps, and began to record with their eyes and nose and nose.

The man in a suit and leather shoes sat on the main seat in front of him, with a cold and awe-inspiring temperament.

No matter how many elite bigwigs there are in the office, his existence is like a majestic mountain with people in a town.

It made everyone present feel cramped and urgent.

Even though he didn't say a word, he just turned slightly sideways, turned the pen in his hand, and looked at the table at the top of the screen.

After the high-level report had finished talking about the entire content of the research and development of the new project, he stood there, waiting with bated breath for Duan Baiting's reaction.

His nervousness seemed to spread to everyone in the room.

For some reason, Song Wanyue shrunk her neck, feeling goosebumps crawling down her arms and all over her body.

Is it because the air conditioner is turned on too low, or because the atmosphere is instantly cold.

Duan Baiting actually noticed her presence, and at the same time that she came in with Brother Xu and Xiao He, he raised his head along with the others in the conference room and moved his gaze to the door.

It was only a short stay, and Song Wanyue was not even sure if he had seen herself, so he calmly looked back at the projection screen, with obsidian-like deep pupils, and his emotions were difficult to discern.

Song Wanyue's heart was like a drum, it turned out that this was the other side of Duan Baiting that she rarely saw.

No wonder those people were afraid of him.

At this moment, in such a low-pressure environment, even she was a little scared.

I don't know how long it took, Duan Baiting put down the pen in his hand.

Song Wanyue could barely see Duan Baiting's current appearance through the gap between the people in front of her.

He rarely had major emotional fluctuations, and at the moment he only looked at the standing man lightly.

The gaze is from the bottom up, but with a high scrutiny.

"How did these things get through?"

His inquiring tone was calm, and the expression on his handsome face was calm.

It seems to be a casual question.

But it was his casual question that made the standing man sweat on his forehead.

Song Wanyue recognized him, one of the directors of the company, who was very strict. When I see him in the company, I feel nervous about seeing the teacher outside the school.

At this time, this man, who often brought a sense of oppression to others, was so cramped that he broke out in a cold sweat in Duan Baiting's question, which did not fluctuate in any of his questions.

"I personally reviewed and revised it several times, and I thought it was okay before I ......"

Duan Baiting interrupted him casually and asked word by word: "So, you also think it's okay?" ”

The man's face turned paler and he explained incoherently: "Probably..... Maybe I'm wrong. ”

Duan Baiting shook his head, his eyes disappointed.