Slightly sweet when I first heard it

She said angrily, "What are we doing here!"

Yan Jinghuai touched his nose in embarrassment: "Don't you think that going to the supermarket is very healing?"

Wen Qingyin dodged the rampaging brat, her eyes widened, and she questioned him silently.

Yan Jinghuai defended himself:

"Really, when I used to feel annoyed, I would come to the supermarket for a ride, and my mood quickly calmed down—"

The noisy crowd immediately swallowed his voice.

Yan Jinghuai lowered his head powerlessly: "Forget it."

He took Wen Qingyin's hand, "Here you are, let's go buy something delicious."

"I don't want it." Wen Qingyin lost his temper, "I want to go home."

Yan Jinghuai took her to the cash register.

Looking at the line several meters long, Wen Qingyin rolled her eyes at him, took the trolley: "What shall we buy?"

Yan Jinghuai picked up what she loved to coax, "Snacks, meat, drinks, you can buy whatever you like. If you insist on it for a while, everyone will be anxious to go home for dinner, and there will be fewer people soon."

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but when they wandered out from the snack area, there were indeed a lot fewer people.

Wen Qingyin coaxed Coke Potato Chips AD Calcium Milk to make her happy, and asked, "Then, what shall we buy?"

Yan Jinghuai's intention was impromptu, and he had no specific plan for this shopping, so he could do whatever he wanted.Ahead is the fresh food section, and while Yan Jinghuai was shopping for a dish, Wen Qingyin disappeared.

He was thinking about going to the radio station to broadcast a missing person notice, when he saw a familiar figure from behind in front of the aquarium.

Wen Qingyin was observing the fish in front of him.

Yan Jinghuai asked, "Do you want to eat?"

Wen Qingyin didn't protest, "I don't just know how to eat."

She pointed at the fish in the tank, showing off like a child, "Look, its eyes are on the same side, it's amazing." This kind of fish is very common in supermarkets, and Yan Jinghuai has seen it hundreds of times, but never paid attention to it. through its eyes.

No wonder she can be a scientist.Yan Jinghuai was inexplicably proud, and suddenly understood the feelings of those parents who always told their children to perform their talents.

He took her hand, "Come with me."

The two came to the miscellaneous grain area and stood in front of a large basket of rice.

Yan Jinghuai urged, "Put your hand in and try."

"It's not good." Wen Qingyin said that he is a moral person, "Isn't this steamed rice? I haven't washed my hands yet, others will have diarrhea after eating it."

She acted like she had never seen the world, so Yan Jinghuai simply did it himself.

He embraced her from behind and rolled up her sleeves, "Your Majesty the Princess also knows how to steam rice."

His breath was blowing on her ears, a little hot and itchy.

Wen Qingyin looked forward uncomfortably, and muttered in a low voice: "I still know how to cook porridge."

Yan Jinghuai held her hand, "It's amazing."

His hands are huge, completely covering Wen Qingyin's hand.

Wen Qingyin curled up his fingers uncomfortably, and in the next second, he pressed his hands into the rice.

The white rice grains touched every inch of the skin, and it was cool and smooth with the unique aroma of rice.The comfortable touch extends from the fingertips to the scalp, and Wen Qingyin's voice floated, "Okay, so comfortable."

She dug her paws in the pile of rice randomly, "How much is this, we will make one too."

"A bag costs several hundred catties, what are you buying it for?"

Yan Jinghuai took out her hand and helped her sweep away the rice grains in her palm.

He whispered, "The aunt who sells rice has been staring at us for a long time, run away."

Then the two happily slipped away.

Wen Qingyin didn't think until she got out of the supermarket, "That's not right, why did we run away. I'm super rich, so it's good to buy it."

Yan Jinghuai handed her a cone, and asked suspiciously: "We can't finish it, so we can't waste it."

Wen Qingyin took the receiver, "Why don't you eat cones? Come on, auntie, oh no, you don't. Don't you like them?"

Don't think I don't know what you're talking about.

It's okay to be treated as a sister by my own wife.

Yan Jinghuai felt that he had to come up with a set of boss exclusive moves to prove his gender.

He was awkward: "I don't want to eat, I don't like to eat."

"I don't believe it, there is no one who doesn't like ice cream." Wen Qingyin took out the money, "Which flavor do you want?"

"...Strawberry." Yan Jinghuai explained, "I don't like matcha, it smells like toothpaste."

The old man selling ice cream helped Wen Qingyin ask the question in his heart, and introduced: "I also have coconut mango cantaloupe coffee flavor here, which one do you want, boy?"

What's wrong with the young man's eyes? He just doesn't want to admit that he likes strawberry flavor.

Wen Qingyin finally got enlightened once, and took the initiative to stand up, saying that she likes strawberries.

Yan Jinghuai reluctantly took the strawberry, emphasizing: "I'll help you because you can't eat it."

The burden of being an idol is really heavy.

While he wasn't paying attention, Wen Qingyin took a big bite of his ice cream and ran away before he found out.

This is the happiest moment of her day.

The next few days were peaceful, neither Mr. He nor Tao Xuan came to make trouble.

Wen Qingyin called this the calm before the storm, and began to look for other spare parts manufacturers.

On this day, Wen Qingyin received a call from Qian Siyuan.

Xiaoqian was very flustered on the other end of the phone: "Sister, something serious happened."

Qian Siyuan is very active in the fashion industry. This morning, a magazine editor he knew secretly showed him a photo: 'Enormous' joined forces with other brands to push Cao Ming on the cover of the magazine. Its new earphones It is exactly the same as the one in Qian Siyuan's hand.

Qian Siyuan was at a loss: "Sister, what's going on, what should we do?"

Wen Qingyin was very calm on the phone and arranged the follow-up work well.

After putting down the phone, she took out what she had learned all her life and insulted Tao Xuan for 10 minutes.

After she finished venting, Shu Jiyuan asked the same question: "What should we do, should we contact Tao Xuan?"

"No." Wen Qingyin took a deep breath, "The enemy is clear and we are in the dark, let's stand still and find out who leaked the secret."

Tao Xuan didn't give her a chance to stand still.

A few days later, 'Six Party Audio' received a court summons and 'Enormous' sued them for plagiarism.

The whole company was upset by the news.

Mr. Hou was the first to report to Wen Qingyin's office, and swore to God that he was innocent.

Surprisingly, he picked Mr. Wu out by the way.The reason is that this headset is Mr. Wu's painstaking effort, and he is not stupid, so it is impossible to leak the secret.

Mr. Wu came later, which also proved Mr. Hou's innocence.His reason was more straightforward, because he had a bad relationship with Mr. Hou, and the earphones were kept from him from the design to the factory.

Shu Jiyuan mentioned someone, "Could it be the former factory director?"

Mr. Wu also denied it, for the same reason as Mr. Hou.

"Could it be me?" Wen Qingyin searched around, and there was only one answer she didn't want to believe: Qian Siyuan.

Of course he couldn't have done it on purpose.

But what if it was unintentional.

Fortunately, Mr. Wu also denied her guess.Because counting from the time she got the sample, it was too late.

Wen Qingyin breathed a sigh of relief, "Could it be that inspiration really crashed into a car?"

Then someone knocked on the office door.

The college student stuck his head in, "Wen Dong, are you having a meeting? Does our technical department need to attend?"

The four in the room were embarrassed.

Mr. Zhu didn't have much sense of existence at first, and he packed Shu Jiyuan and threw him out of town. Everyone had already forgotten his existence.

Wen Qingyin called her in and asked her opinion on the 'bumping money'.

Her opinion is different from others:
"I've looked at earphones before 'Enormous', and they're all super funky. It's definitely copying our idea to suddenly become so earthy."

Mr. Wu became angry from embarrassment and kicked him out.

Really unable to think of a solution, Mr. Hou was so angry that he said in Biao's hometown: "Don't be naughty, little red guy, feel free to sue us for plagiarism. Fucking 'Enormous' started a few years ago, which model didn't copy us."

He scolded for 5 minutes in a row, the main idea was, 'Enormous' doesn't talk about martial arts, always misses their earphone factory, and wanted to poach their technicians before.

Finally, he switched back to Mandarin, "Dong Wen, I'm not bragging. Although our 'Liufang' is down and out, our technology is still top-notch in China."

"We are the only ones in China that are qualified to be called 'reference-level' headphones."

He is very proud, and Mr. Wu is also very proud.

Wen Qingyin also pretended to be proud, but thought in her heart, what is 'reference level'?
At night, the 'Enormous' office building is brightly lit.

Tao Xuan waited in the office all day, but Wen Qingyin didn't call him.

He always suspected that he had missed the call, so he checked with the secretary for the third time, but he still got a negative answer.

He laughed at himself: "That's right, she is Wen Qingyin."

He Zhizi came to accompany him to work overtime, heard what he said, and asked, "You really want to do this, and she—"

Tao Xuan didn't care about her opinion.He patted her head and said in a doting but perfunctory tone: "Hey, you don't understand, don't make trouble. Can you buy a bag with peace of mind."

After dinner, Wen Qingyin and Yan Jinghuai went to work in the study.

Yan Jinghuai's thoughts were blocked, and he habitually gnawed at his hands.Suddenly there was a pain in the fingertips, and only then did I realize that I had gnawed tender meat.

Seeing the bare fingertips, he frowned, rowing the chair to Wen Qingyin's side.

He knocked on the table in front of her, "Is there any nail polish?"

Wen Qingyin was still thinking about the documents, she was stunned for a while, and then she took out the nail polish from the briefcase.

She asked: "What do you want to do?"

Yan Jinghuai stretched out his hand to show her, "You can't be like this on stage, it's ugly."

Wen Qingyin's nail polish is a very dark berry red, which looks black at first glance, but under the light, it has a kind of seductive red.

Yan Jinghuai's hands are beautiful, and it doesn't violate harmony at all, but has a strange beauty.

"Looks good, this is my favorite color." Wen Qingyin said, "It's a pity that I can't paint it at work, I can only put it in my bag."

Yan Jinghuai was curious, "Why can't you paint it? You are the boss."

"Too frivolous. The boss needs to be steady."

She knelt on a chair to paint his nails, and suddenly raised her head, her eyes were filled with gentle light.

For no reason, Yan Jinghuai didn't dare to look at her again.

He turned his head and saw the words on her computer screen, and he had nothing to say: "Are you looking for 'reference headphones'?"

Wen Qingyin nodded, and continued to dye his nails:
"I know so little about my product. I only know that 'HiFi' headphones are good, but not a better 'reference grade'."

Yan Jinghuai comforted: "I don't blame you, the 'reference level' is for professionals, and not many people know about it."

"'Reference grade' means that you can use it as a reference standard when you want to evaluate the sound level of other equipment."