Meet the Brand Officer

Song Ziyuan winked and winked for a long time, seeing her bewildered, he pointed to the phone for further reminders.

"Du Niang?"

"..." Song Ziyuan was so discouraged that he scratched his hair, unable to hold back: "Look for me!"

"Do you also understand brand consulting?" Lin Xiyou's tone was full of surprise.

She looked up at his injured face, and tried her best to add: "I'm sorry, sorry, I didn't question your meaning, but I didn't expect you to understand this aspect."

Song Ziyuan rubbed his heart aching from anger, "You know everything, at least market research and analysis, it's no problem."

"As for the other aspects, with my talent, I can learn them in no time!"

No matter how you listen to this last sentence, it sounds like you are trying to forcibly withdraw your respect.

"Oh yes, Teacher Song." Lin Xiyou cooperated with her with a smile, and took out a computer and a stack of materials from her backpack, "I happen to have a few questions I want to ask."

"Now?" Song Ziyuan raised his hand quickly, touched her forehead, and frowned slightly.

Lin Xiyou dodged subconsciously, but she didn't dodge, and lightly provoked cleverly: "Are you afraid?"

"Are you joking about the world, come on!" Song Ziyuan set up the small table on the bed for her, and then pulled the stool to sit down, "But don't overwork, rest when you're tired."

"Of order!" Lin Xiyou smiled lightly, turned on the computer and notepad, compared the contents, and raised the questions accumulated during the two days of research one by one.

Song Ziyuan tried her best to answer in easy-to-understand language. She has a strong comprehension and can understand the basics.

After solving the questions that had bothered her for a long time, Lin Xiyou's smile lightened. She sat cross-legged and concentrated on sorting out the information obtained from today's research.

As soon as she got involved, several hours passed. Song Ziyuan repeatedly wanted to stop, but seeing how focused she was, he couldn't bear to interrupt.

He knew that when a person achieves a state of selflessness, his heart will be filled with a sense of joyful steadfastness.

Song Ziyuan gave her a helpless doting smile, and after passing her a cup of hot water, he also quietly sat aside and started to deal with official duties.

In the quiet ward, they were busy with each other, and occasionally communicated with each other. The sounds of flipping through and keyboards were intertwined, which was naturally compatible and harmonious.

Until Wang Yan's loud voice broke the peace.

"Xiao Xiyou, we're done to see you!" Wang Yan knocked on the door and entered, followed by Bai Rui and the others, carrying fruits and food in their hands.

"Still working when you're sick." Bai Rui glanced at Song Ziyuan as a greeting.

Song Ziyuan glanced at Zhou Bei, Zhou Bei glared at Wang Yan, only Sun Yan remained calm, and asked, "Is it better?"

"I'm fine now, thank you everyone." Lin Xiyou hurriedly cleaned up the papers scattered on the bed, and said shamelessly: "I'm sorry, I lost the chain at a critical moment and delayed everyone's progress."

"What are you talking about, it's because I didn't discover the anomaly in time, and I've already been severely punished by Brother Rui." Wang Yan repeated self-criticism, and graciously peeled the orange and handed it over.

"She still has a low fever, and the fruit is too cold." Song Ziyuan reached out to pick it up and stuffed it into his mouth, "I accept it with a smile."

Zhou Bei rolled his eyes back and forth, and made a fuss on purpose: "Tsk tsk, Wang Wang Huohuo, you said that if our Xiyou's forehead is disfigured, you will be responsible to the end!"

"Responsible! That's what I earned." Wang Yan replied with a smile.

Everyone laughed it off, the ward was full of laughter and laughter, only Song Ziyuan was stuffed with a pot of old sour vinegar, and shot Zhou Bei secretly with his eyes.

After chatting for a few words, they were ready to leave. They would continue to work overtime at night, sum up today's research information, and formulate tomorrow's work plan.

"Brother Rui." Lin Xiyou hurriedly got up and said sincerely: "I have recovered and applied to return to work. I want to work with you at night."

Bai Rui ignored her request and left a sentence of "rest first", and was about to turn around when he heard Song Ziyuan's suggestion.

"Why don't you just have a meeting here, anyway, the single room won't affect others. Now it's time for meals, I'll go buy meals for you."

Bai Rui hesitated for a moment, then looked at Song Ziyuan, "Okay, it doesn't matter where you drive. I'm sorry."

"Zhou Bei, go outside and borrow some chairs." Song Ziyuan finished ordering unceremoniously, smacked his fingers in secret, and went out to order food.

"Oh..." Zhou Bei returned after moving the chair honestly, and everyone cast curious glances. It's rare to see such an obedient Zhou Bei.
"You two know each other?" Lin Xiyou asked.

"Hey, I've known someone since I was a child." Zhou Bei laughed dryly, moving chairs for everyone with extra diligence, and shouted impatiently for a meeting, for fear that everyone would continue to ask questions.

Anyway, he was beaten to death so he wouldn't expose the relationship between uncle and nephew for their amusement.
The group of them really held a meeting in the hospital ward. When the nurse came to take the temperature and deliver the medicine, they almost thought they had gone to the wrong venue.

During the period, Song Ziyuan came to deliver the meal, and then left quickly. He didn't re-enter the room through the door until their meeting was over.

Bai Rui and the others wanted to go back to the hotel to continue their work, and Lin Xiyou also wanted to go back, but was stopped by Song Ziyuan.

The reason is that high fever is easy to recur, and it is safer to stay in the hospital for observation overnight, so as to avoid tossing back and forth, which is time-consuming and laborious.In addition, online cloud office, timely and convenient communication, will not delay work.

Bai Rui nodded in agreement, and glanced at Song Ziyuan meaningfully. He got up and sent everyone away.

The busy ward was empty again. Lin Xiyou relaxed a bit, sat cross-legged again, ate fruit, and sorted out the minutes of the meeting, and then began to plan tomorrow's in-depth research work on the consumer market.

She was so engrossed in watching that she couldn't be bothered to move her eyes, so she blindly reached back to reach for the oranges on the bedside table.

I touched it back and forth, and it seemed to feel different.
She quickly withdrew her hands in shock, looked back bravely, breathed a sigh of relief, and twitched her mouth: "Why do you think you have already left?"

"It's just my hand. Is it so scary? Coward." Song Ziyuan rubbed the back of his hand and muttered, "It feels good."

"..." Lin Xiyou said weakly, "I thought there was no one in the room."

Song Ziyuan choked with anger, and stuffed the freshly peeled orange into Lin Xiyou's hand.

"I saw that you were engrossed in watching, so I didn't interrupt. I kindly got up and peeled an orange for you. Unexpectedly, in your eyes, I am not human at all?"

The deliberately upturned ending sound will be lifted to the sky.

Lin Xiyou didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and quickly waved her hands, "No, no."

"I'm really not human?" Song Ziyuan asked
"No, you're human." Lin Xiyou secretly smiled, broke off a piece of orange and stuffed it into her mouth. The sweet and moist feeling spread on the tip of her tongue, and her mood improved a lot.

On a whim, she joked, "Didn't you say the fruit is too cold?"

Song Ziyuan choked on his own words, and brazenly made amends: "My hands are warm, and the peeled ones are different!"

"Sure enough, he is an extraordinary person." Lin Xiyou praised perfunctorily, and then changed the subject: "It's almost eleven o'clock. May I ask this human 'person', when are you going back?"