famine

As expected, it snowed again on Christmas Day in Eucalyptus.

On Christmas Eve, the morning was still blue, white clouds and breezy, so many young people took off their heavy down jackets and put on light jackets. They wanted to look more handsome. They simply wore a hoodie with a jacket and fleece pants. Legs, I don't even need to beat the shivering.

Who would have thought that after twelve o'clock, just after lunch, small snowflakes began to fall outside the house, which could not be seen with the naked eye, at most people who were strolling outside felt a chill on their faces.

Wait until the pots and bowls on the table are clean, then turn your head to look, oh, the snowflakes are falling down like a rainstorm, the young people outside are shaking like they have touched a switch, and the windows are also covered by the cold inside and outside the house. The uneven heat formed a layer of hoarfrost.

Good sisters Xiao Liu from the design department and Xiao Li from the drawing department finally waited until their lunch break, and now they are gathering in the tea room with a cup of freshly ground coffee and chirping to welcome the first snow this year after winter.

The coffee cup was boiling hot. Fortunately, the company thoughtfully placed a stack of heat shields next to the hot water tank, and dragged it with one hand while holding the handle of the cup with the other hand, which was very stable.

Xiao Liu and Xiao Li are both quite young, 23 and 10 years old. They are just the age when you can be very obscenely happy with just a look at a little thing. It took [-] minutes to share the new things of the morning with the little sister. The two of them Googling and chirping, tired of the music, at the same time bowed his head and drank a sip of coffee, and made a "ha~" sound at the same time.

The tea room is not big, and it becomes even smaller after putting in various equipment for people to enjoy. The remaining space can only stand three people horizontally, and they have to be very thin.

The two girls squeezed into the small window, raised their arms and lowered their heads to drink coffee, and there was a fight, so Xiao Liu went to the side to rub against it, maybe it was because of the angle. personal.

She usually stayed up late to watch dramas, and when she saw that figure, she visually measured the height of the balcony guardrail, and immediately let out a low cry.

"what!"

Xiao Li was startled, almost covered the coffee in his hand, and yelled: "Ah!"

After calling, he turned to look at his little sister.

Dazed: "What's the matter?"

"My mother! Ah!" Xiao Liu jumped on the spot. It is admirable that the coffee cup is still stable.

She put down the coffee, grabbed Xiao Li, and pulled her to push the door from the tea room to the terrace.

"Jump off the building! Ah! Hurry up! It's too late!"

Looking at this posture, there is a great sense of courage.

But the next moment, Xiao Li pulled her back.

Xiao Liu was in a hurry, and the plastic sisterhood said nothing, and his eyes were wide open: "What are you doing! If you don't go, I will! Human life is at stake!"

As he spoke, he jumped forward again.

His hand was already on the door, and he was pulled back again.

"Wait a minute," Xiao Li said in a calm tone, "he doesn't jump off the building."

Xiao Liu glared, "Don't drag me if you don't want to save someone!"

Xiao Li rolled his eyes helplessly, and slowly brought the coffee cup close to his lips with all the lipstick on his face, sucked it, and asked coldly, "Have you ever seen someone jump off a building with an umbrella?"

Xiao Liu: "..."

Two centimeters thick snowflakes had accumulated around the window frame above the door. Through the window, which was also covered with mist, Xiao Liu took a closer look, and then with a face full of disbelief, he reached out to wipe the haze off the window.

This time the figure was clearer except that it was black. Xiao Li with good eyesight could even see the stripes on the suit he was wearing.

I saw a man in a suit holding a black umbrella of the same style in his hand, and there was also a layer of snow on it, but it was very thin. If it weren't for the fact that the umbrella was black and the contrast between black and white was strong, there would be basically no snow at all.

Xiao Li was very calm when he didn't meet his sisters, and he was a very reliable and meticulous person.

At this moment, she looked at the man standing sideways, and the first thing she noticed was not his side face, but his fingers.

This person is holding a black umbrella handle with his fingers. There is no flesh in his hand, and the bones are very clear. The five fingers rest on it in different arcs, which is very different.

It's the kind of difference that you can tell when you look at your hands and you can't be ugly.

But after thinking about it, it is quite different in itself to be able to stand in a daze on the empty terrace on such a cold day with snow falling outside.

Here, Xiao Li was still trying to figure out who this man, who was clearly out of his mind, was facing each other, and Xiao Liu next to him yelled again.

"what!"

Xiao Li was shocked.

Xiao Liu was silent for a few seconds, and then his face was full of doubts as if he had encountered a lot of difficulties: "What is the director doing outside in this cold weather?"

"Director?" Xiao Li mumbled subconsciously.

Xiao Liu looked back at her and shrugged, "Isn't he the director?"

Then the expression on the girl's face became visibly obscene to the naked eye. The originally pretty facial features were concentrated in one direction, her eyes were narrowed, her mouth was pursed, and the corners of her mouth were raised.

Then the door in front of her slammed, and she had already stepped out.

Before Xiao Li could react, the girl's voice had already reached his ears.

"Yo! Director, good afternoon! What are you doing! Playing with snow!"

Xiao Li: "..."

She lowered her head and caressed her forehead, and was about to lament that it would be better to end this friendship, when she caught a glimpse of the figure by the terrace out of the corner of her eye, she froze for five seconds before slowly turning her head.

So she had no choice but to quickly adjust her expression, and when she looked up again, there was a gentle smile on her face: "Director Cheng, good afternoon."

Cheng Lang turned his head, and the braid on the back of his neck, as long as his middle finger, slid to the right as he moved, until he turned around and slid back to its original position.

He was a little dazed at first, but he smiled slightly when he saw the two girls standing at the door of the tea room behind him.

The voice was like a gurgling stream, with occasional silver bells ringing, it was very warm: "Good afternoon."

Xiao Liu's eyes were narrowed with joy. Since she joined the company, Director Cheng has been her favorite since she joined Cheng Hong's office. The motivation for going to work every day has changed from "becoming a rich woman" to "being a rich woman". "For the male god", not only for him to be humorous and handsome, but also for him to be handsome.

"Director, aren't you cold? What are you doing here?" Xiao Liu took this opportunity to scrutinize the male god from top to bottom, and had long since left behind the funny "be brave" at the beginning, if it wasn't for the fact that his hands were still swayed by reason The surviving Xiao Li dragged him, probably turning into a puppy whose tail turned into an electric fan, and rushed towards him.

Cheng Hong took a step back indiscriminately, walked over after two seconds, thought for a while and moved the umbrella over the heads of the two girls.

"I'm going to step on the snow while no one reacts at this moment, you two go back quickly, you're wearing too little clothes, you'll catch a cold tomorrow."

Xiao Li, who was wearing a woolen skirt, subconsciously glanced at Xiao Liu, who was wearing a woolen skirt, and thought that it was just what I wanted. She was not so fascinated by this director, but was afraid of seeing Xiao Liu working overtime countless times.

For example, today, although it's not time to get off work, but one glance at the backs of heads in the office of the design department shows that this year's Christmas will have to work overtime again if there is no accident.

And Xiao Liu obviously didn't receive the signal from the good sister, not only that, but also deviated from the pain and killed the donkey.

"Step on snow? I want to step on it too!"

Xiao Li thinks you can take a rest.

Unexpectedly, the black-skinned director paused, pursed his light-colored thin lips, and handed the umbrella forward again.

It was not Xiao Liu who was looking at him with starry eyes, but Xiao Li.

"Then step on it, hurry up, or people will not step on it after a while." Cheng Lang pointed to the watch, "I'll go back to the office first, you two pay attention to the time."

Xiao Li nodded, and took the handle of the umbrella in a daze.

Intentionally pretending to be "casual", and rubbing Cheng Hong's fingers that attracted her many eyes.

It's ice cold and cool, and it's instant to touch.

It wasn't until Xiao Liu saw her strange expression and pushed her away that she suddenly came back to her senses.

Then she was surprised to find that she had already conceived a sketch of Cheng Hong's hand in her mind.

It is still possible to see through the skin and see the sketch of the bones.

A pair of very "artistic" hands.

After coming out of the tea room and turning a corner, you can see the office with "Design Department" on the sign at the door. It is said that the design department is the most lively and powerful among all departments of the company. Everyone in it is a handful It is not a problem for a good player to complete a praised work alone, but it is strange that the location of the design department is not good. It seems that the boss adheres to "everyone is equal", "no formalism", etc. In this 30-storey skyscraper, five 100-square-meter entire companies are monopolized. Among countless departments and excellent locations, only this department is facing the bathroom.

Not directly, but diagonally.

But it's also frustrating.

It’s better in winter now, but when it comes to summer, it’s not a strange smell coming out of it, it’s just attractive purple tentacles, buzzing like flies and saying Come, smell me Well, refresh your mind.

But even in winter, the little gay in Cheng Hong's office still had to spray himself with a bottle of perfume that was thousands of dollars after entering the room.

Cheng Lang has seen it several times, but never had such a deep feeling this time.

Because when he opened the door and entered, the little gay was pointing the nozzle of the perfume at the door, before he had time to say a word, he just opened his mouth, and heard three sounds of "Puff, pu, pu, pu, pu".

Mouth full of bitterness.

The face is also green.

What's the matter with being a little spicy?

"Ouch! My director!"

The culprit, the little gay, screamed with his newly dyed red hair, trotted over in Martin boots from a distance of two or three steps, and then started to pat him on the back, not knowing whether it was intentional or not.

He also apologized word by word while patting: "Spit it out! Spit it out! Chief! Superintendent! Right! No! Start! Ah! Me! No! Yes! Deliberate! Intentional!"

I don't know if he was poisoned by the perfume, but Cheng Hong was slapped so dizzy that he started sneezing before he could make a sound.

Daming, whose booth was next to the door, watched the excitement from the sidelines and counted things: "One hundred years old! Two hundred years old! Three hundred years old! Four... Ouch! Who forced me to shoot me... Sister Xiangxiang, sister Xiangxiang I'm sorry, I forgot you were sleeping..."

There was quite a lot of movement at the door, except for Xiao Liu, who was still stepping on the snow on the terrace, among the six workstations in the room, and he had already returned to his seat. At this moment, all five people looked over and saw that the director and Daming were standing next to each other at the door. Beat, didn't even bear it, just laughed out loud.

"Call! Call again!"

Wang Xiangxiang probably slept on her stomach, with a red mark in the center of her forehead, and a lipstick mark on her own mouth on her arm. While hitting the scurrying and screaming Daming, she pulled the little gay, and she still had the time to free her mouth. Came to rescue Cheng Hong: "Oh, don't shoot, don't shoot, the kid is quite brave." The director dared to fight directly.

The effect of Miss Xiangxiang's words was immediate, and the little gay really froze. He looked at his red palm, and then at the dizzy director.

He suddenly realized what he had done, and was about to cry: "The chief executive officer..."

"Stop," it was time to speak, Cheng Hong's mouth was hot and bitter, and he wanted to shed tears, took a few steps away, and rubbed his nose three meters away from the little gay, "Your perfume is strong It's pretty big."

The little gay touched his nose: "...It's okay, I go to the opposite side to smoke a cigarette and come back it's very fragrant..."

Cheng Lang was taken aback for a moment, then laughed out after two seconds: "It's pretty amazing."

"No!" Wang Xiangxiang suddenly answered, and Cheng Lang saw that she was already holding Daming's ears in her hands, and her smile widened, "I can smoke three cigarettes, but the fourth one is not enough."

Chen Hai, who was at the innermost place, sat on the swivel chair, kicked his foot back hard, and the chair slid back for a while, "Why?"

Cheng Lang also looked at Wang Xiangxiang suspiciously.

The latter wrinkled his nose, his pretty eyebrows fluttered, and his eyelashes flickered, "Da Ming smoked that perfume three times and I can't smell the smoke, but I can smell it after four."

There was a booing in the office.

"The nose is very good, sister Xiangxiang." said Xiaowen of Qi Liuhai sitting on the beach of Chenhai.

"Yes," Wang Xiangxiang said, her ears turning red, "I have a dog nose."

"puff."

Cheng Yan laughed twice, then turned serious and became serious, "I repeat, no matter how close the toilet is, you can't smoke. You have to go to the smoking room."

"Also," Cheng Lang glanced at his watch, sniffed, feeling that the little gay's perfume was too high, "it's eight o'clock today, no one is allowed to leave before eight o'clock, and work overtime."

Hearing the moans and sighs of the people behind him, Cheng Hong shrugged his shoulders easily, pushed the door and entered the small cubicle of the design department specially used as the director's office.