my naughty female president

To be honest, in my cognition, she has always looked domineering and domineering. I have never seen her like this before, and I can't help but feel soft.

"What would you like to eat?" I asked her.

"If you want, there are ingredients in the kitchen, you can just make some." There was a little embarrassment in her tone.

"Then you wait a while!" After I finished speaking, I left her bedroom and entered the kitchen.

I opened the freezer and checked. There were vegetables, eggs and meat, but the vegetables didn't look fresh.I saw a handful of noodles again, and remembered the doctor's order to eat some easy-to-digest food, so I thought: That's it.

Cooking is no longer difficult for me. I was able to cook for myself when I was seven or eight years old.

When I was a teenager, I could make almost the same dishes that my mother could cook. Although it was not as good as a professional chef, the home-cooked dishes were enough to handle, let alone just a bowl of noodles now.

I cooked her a bowl of plain noodles and fried two poached eggs, and it took only ten minutes to make it.

I took the noodles to her bedroom and found that she had changed into her pajamas, her hair was also down, and a loose knot was tied casually.She saw me come in with a bowl and sat up quickly.

I put the noodles on the bedside table and said, "Eat it while it's hot, but I can't guarantee whether it tastes good, after all, you are used to eating delicacies from mountains and seas." I didn't forget to criticize her by the way.

She glanced at me, then looked at me and said, "Thank you!" After she finished speaking, she picked up a few noodles with chopsticks and put them in her mouth to taste. She seemed to think that the taste was okay, so she began to eat slowly.

I saw her eating noodles with her head down like a kitten, and I suddenly felt sorry for her.

Although she usually looks domineering and cold, which makes people feel afraid to get close to her, but I know that is a necessary posture for a person in a high position.

As the leader of a company, it is impossible for her to express her emotions without any scruples like ordinary people. She must give the company's subordinates a sense of certainty that they are in control.

But to put it bluntly, she is just a woman, and she also feels tired and lonely, and also feels vulnerable, and she also needs the care and attention of others.Thinking of this, I couldn't help but lose most of my anger towards her.

It seemed that she was really hungry. She ate up a bowl of noodles and two poached eggs in a short while, and even drank a lot of soup.

When she put down the bowl after eating the noodles, she burped untimely. She suddenly felt embarrassed and took a peek at me. Seeing that I was looking at her with a half-smile, her face turned red.

"Miss, can you enjoy your meal?" I deliberately teased her.

She bowed her head and hummed as an answer, looking like a shy little girl.

"Then I'm leaving!" I wanted to leave, because it was too late, and my head was still hurting, and I just wanted to go home early and sleep.

"Wait..." She stopped me again.

"If you have something to say, can you finish it in one go, so I can hurry up and finish it in one go!" I deliberately expressed a trace of impatience in my tone.

"This afternoon, you are in the office..."

"I know, if something is damaged, I'll just pay the price. Anyway, I owe you so much money and I don't mind adding a little more!" I interrupted her.

"No, I want to ask you why you lost your temper?" She looked at me and said, her expression was no longer as domineering as before. It seemed that only at this time could she let go of her identity and talk to me like a normal person.

I sighed, and sat slumped on the chair beside me, feeling a little sad again thinking about today's experience.I didn't want to tell her, but since she's interested it doesn't matter if I tell her.

"Do you remember the little boy who sold flowers in the park?" I asked her.

"Remember, he seems to be called Stone."

"The nail house you're talking about is his family, and the villain you're talking about is her mother... In fact, many things are not what you think. The reason why I got angry at you is because I can't bear you to give someone to you before you figure out the situation. People draw conclusions."

"Actually, I didn't mean to be disrespectful to them. I mainly..." She stopped suddenly when she said this.

"It's mainly aimed at me, I know!" I took what she didn't finish.She was a little embarrassed, as if she had been guessed, but she didn't deny it.

"In fact, they are all poor people..." I told her the sad story again, and she listened quietly until I finished.

"With your status, it is difficult for you to understand and experience their lives. You may not even want to look at the old house, but it is all of them. If they lose the house, they really have nothing." I said.

"I can understand their feelings. Their experience is indeed very pitiful. But we should treat this matter rationally. The times are always progressing, and no one can stop it. Even if it is not our company, it will be the same if it is another company. It's the same, you should understand that!"

"This is the tragedy of the poor. In today's society, their living space has been compressed into an infinitely narrow space. They can only linger on. They will never be valued, and their voices will never be heard. Can they only Living far away from the city in the backcountry where no one can see? Is this life? Who will be responsible for their life?"

After I said this series of words, I felt a little sad again.

"This is a contradiction at the social level. What can we do? There is never a shortage of people living at the bottom, and no one can change their fate. All we can give them is useless sympathy. Even if we can help one after another What can we do, there are still tens of thousands of people with the same fate as them struggling to live. We can’t change anything fundamentally.”

There was a touch of helplessness in her rational tone.

I don't know if she can treat everything so rationally. In a sense, rationality is equivalent to indifference, but I have to admit that what she said makes sense. This is a contradiction at the social level, and personal power is impossible. change something.I couldn't help but let out another long sigh.

"It's my way of speaking in the afternoon. I apologize to you! I'm sorry!" Seeing that I didn't intend to speak again, Mu Xichun said again.

I didn't expect her to apologize to me. If it was before tonight, I would never have believed it. It seems that I have gained a lot from helping her this time tonight, and let me see her unknown side. It at least gave me a new perspective on her.

"Actually, I was wrong for losing my temper at you in the afternoon. Your words are just an inducement, just enough to vent out the resentment in my heart. If I didn't lose my temper in the afternoon, I really don't know that these emotions will be digested in my heart How long. I was still too impulsive and damaged the company’s supplies, please include the cost in my debt and deduct it from my salary.”

I saw her take the initiative to admit her mistake and took the opportunity to take the opportunity to go down the donkey. I can't lose my temper, I think.

But what I said was true, she just struck a match, and my heart was full of dynamite, but the result of this contest was to increase the money I owed her, and I couldn't help but feel a little regretful, as expected, this is impulsive punishment.

"Anyway, thank you for helping me tonight, it's late, you should go home early and rest!" She finally issued the order to evict the guest.

As soon as I got up and walked to the door, I heard her say: "It's too late, it's hard to get a taxi here, please drive my car away, tomorrow is the weekend and you can drive to the company on Monday."

I wanted to refuse at first, I didn't want to owe her a favor, but then I thought about what she said, I don't know how long it would take to get to the place where there is a taxi, and besides, it was because I helped her get it so late tonight, she lent it to her. I didn't owe her a favor by driving home, so I picked up the car keys on the table, closed the door and left.

It was almost one o'clock in the morning when I got home, and I turned on my phone only to find that there were several missed calls, which were from Li Liang and Annie.

Li Liang must be worried about my behavior in the afternoon. I don’t know what happened when Annie called me. Maybe Li Liang told her what happened in the afternoon, so she called me, but I forgot my phone. When I left the office, I didn't receive a single call from them.

Looking at the current time, they must have already rested, so I didn't go back to them. Anyway, tomorrow is the weekend and there is plenty of time.

When I woke up the next day, it was high in the sun, and after washing up, I drove Mu Xichun's Porsche to Shitou's house.

For some reason, my desire to help Shitou became stronger and stronger, although what Mu Xichun said last night made me irrefutable.

There are too many people suffering in this world, and we can't change anything, but I just don't want to see this child who has a similar fate to me, who could have infinite possibilities, and is finally forgotten by this world in a small remote valley.

When I came to the old city that is now in ruins where the stone lived, I felt inexplicably depressed.

I came here in a hurry because I was afraid that Shishi and his mother would move away before I arrived, and I wanted to tell them that I could find a way for them to continue living in this city.

Although I haven't thought of any way until now, I can't control that much anymore.

When I ran to the door of Shishi's house on the half-hanging stairs, I was relieved because I saw that the stone was still there.

Mother Stone is probably packing up all the things she can take away, and there are already several packed cardboard boxes in the hall.

Shi Shi also squatted on the ground and carefully packed his books into a small cardboard box one by one, with a silent expression. He should have understood that he was about to leave the home he was so familiar with, but he didn't know if he knew what kind of place he was going to. Where to go, what kind of life will be lived.

When he left the countryside, he was still young, hadn't entered into life, and didn't understand the sufferings of the world. Now I'm afraid he has already forgotten the scene there.