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What, why should you call her sister?

Tong Yao didn't dare to say anything, and took a few steps forward, when suddenly a scene flashed in her mind.

That night, the night when she didn't know Gu Qingyun... When the two of them were entangled tenderly, she did call her sister several times.

Tong Yao was speechless for a moment, her gaze lowered, and she tried her best to remain calm.

Be quiet for a few seconds.

"It's quite cold outside," Gu Qingyun walked beside her, suddenly chuckled, "Your face is turning red from the cold."

Tong Yao raised her hand, touched her hot cheek, and nodded subconsciously, "Yes, it's been so cold these days."

Gu Qingyun turned his face slightly, "...puchi."

"..."

Only now did Tong Yao realize that she was teasing herself.

Unable to puff up her face, she looked at the asphalt road ahead and thought again, so why did she follow?

—

The two went back to the company together.

In the office area, Gu Qingyun saw that Li Ran hadn't come back yet, so he asked Tong Yao to hand over a document, "Tell her not to worry, we'll have a meeting tomorrow to make a plan."

Take the file.

Tong Yao was distracted, her fingers inadvertently touched the back of her hand, and immediately moved away like lightning.

"Okay, then I'm leaving."

Gu Qingyun noticed her evasive movement, his long eyelashes drooped, and the corners of his lips raised.

But his face was a little dark.

"..."

Tong Yao closed the door with the document and left.

Through the glass, Gu Qingyun's gaze followed until he turned a corner and his back disappeared.

There was no expression on her face, and she sat for a while before starting to work.

—

The project that their brand team had been busy some time ago was finally launched smoothly, and the response was very good.

It was just in time for the weekend, and for a while, the small group was discussing where to go for a dinner.The small group's daily chats are all about business, and it's rare to have a lively joke.

Li Zuobei: [I have a few tickets for the skating rink, and I am now looking for gifts from beauties who are interested, with accompanying play, first come first served. ]

Wang Yong: [I! ]

Liu Tingting: [Do you still want to have a spare tire, dead scumbag. ]

Li Zuobei: [How to speak! ]

He continued with the next sentence: [Everyone is a sweetheart, what kind of spare tire is not spare tire. ]

"..." Tong Yao burst out laughing,

When he said this, piles of emojis burst out to ridicule.

[Sao is still your show.JPG]

[Wear a good hat.JPG]

……

Tong Yao bent her lips, and quickly opened the emoji package to flip through it.

Picked a picture, and then sent an emoticon package, with the words: [Aim at the upstairs and spray spring.Medicine.JPG]

Gu Qingyun: [02:30 p.m. meeting room A1. ]

Tong Yao froze for a moment.

Her internet speed was slow, and she watched the progress bar of the picture change from 0% to 99%.

One second before sending it out, he suddenly realized that he was in a hurry and wanted to withdraw it.

The action is too flustered, accidentally click to delete.

With a shake of her hand, the picture instantly disappeared from her own chat interface.

"..."

It’s over.

Tong Yao pursed her lips, and after a few seconds, she held her mobile phone again, thinking expectantly that everyone was joking and chatting anyway, and it must be buried soon.

The group paused.

All of the following began to reply seriously: [Received. ]

Liu Dongbin: [Received! ]

Xu Xiang: [received]

Li Zuobei: [Received. ]

……

Tong Yao opened her jaw, feeling a sense of suffocation.

Imagine the pictures on other people's mobile phones. Her last emoticon package, which was set between the notification and the receipt, must be particularly eye-catching and special.

In particular, the matching word is still: aim at the upstairs and spray spring.medicine.

upstairs……

Why did you post this picture? ! !Just chop it off! !

Tong Yao: "..."

With a cold heart, she followed the team to send a receipt with trembling hands, sighed, and lied weakly on the table, pretending to be dead.

Wait until meeting time.

Tong Yao got up and went to the conference room, feeling in her heart that this little episode in the group had passed.

Hi, what a deal.

She adjusted her mentality, and when she walked into the conference room, she found that all her colleagues looked at her with a forced smile.

"..."

—

Before the meeting is almost over.

Gu Qingyun said a few gossips at the end, his tone was gentle and slow, neither high nor low.

There was a faint smile on his lips, showing encouragement.

Tell them to get off work early today, go back and have a good rest...

Tong Yao thought distractedly, hell, she seems to have a gentle temperament.

"Tong Yao," Gu Qingyun looked over, and said casually, "The design department is a little short of manpower for the project, and I want to borrow you to help, and I agree. You go there at three o'clock and report."

what?

Tong Yao was stunned for a long time, and asked quickly, "Is it three o'clock in the afternoon today?"

She was still talking about giving the people in their brand group half a day off and going home early to take a good rest, and so on.

In the next second, Tong Yao has to go to the design department to continue working?

Gu Qingyun stood up and said, "Didn't you hear clearly, please contact Manager Zhang for specific matters and work arrangements."

The tone seemed impatient.

"..." Tong Yao was so angry that her head was smoking instantly, feeling that she was taking revenge for the last time she wanted to secretly transfer to the design department.

Wanting to stare at her but not daring to stare at her, he lowered his face and tried to hold his breath.

Colleagues followed Gu Qingyun out of the conference room one after another.

Li Ran came over, patted her on the shoulder, and said, "Anyway, I'm just going to help out. If you don't want to go today, just say hello to Zhang Ziyu."

"It's okay," Tong Yao exhaled slowly, adjusting her mood, "I'll go see what I can do to help right away."

Forbearance, forbearance with a knife on the head!

—

Tong Yao originally thought that she was just going to do odd jobs, to the extent of running errands.Who knew that Manager Zhang next door would be unrestrained and directly give her a big job of painting the main cover.

Tong Yao was dumbfounded and confirmed repeatedly.

After exchanging a few words, I found that their design department was really spoiled.

I usually do trivial work with little technical content, and the relevant parts of the marketing department's serious activities have always been outsourced.

This time I received a small event, but I couldn't take charge of it, and I was short of manpower.

They were too busy to meet the deadline, so they asked Tong Yao to help - it seemed reasonable.

However, if the design department is short of manpower, it should be mentioned to the personnel. Where can I ask the marketing department to borrow it.

She intuitively felt that this troublesome matter had nothing to do with Gu Qingyun.

Tong Yao took her task and returned to the marketing department with a heavy heart.

No wonder some people say, don't expose skills that have nothing to do with your job in the workplace...

But she couldn't help it.

The blame can only be blamed on Gu Qingyun being so narrow-minded and small-minded, that after such a long time since the job transfer has passed, he still has to go back and trouble her.

Ugh.

Tong Yao sat down with a heavy heart, took a pen, and wrote a few strokes on the paper according to her ideas before formally drawing.

Then she took out the board Manager Zhang lent her and connected it to the computer.

Before leaving, the colleagues in the brand group even came to greet her a few words.

Everyone was polite, and they all praised her for being able to be borrowed by the next department to cross-bank for emergency rescue.

Tong Yao smiled and said goodbye to them.

Resting his cheeks in his hands, he sighed again.

Originally, she could go home earlier, lie comfortably on the bed and watch anime, or catch up on illustrations - she hasn't written the next business draft from Party A's father, so she has to work overtime here to draw other people's work.

"..."

Soon to normal working hours.

People from the logistics team also came over to say goodbye to her. They were well-informed and had already heard that Tong Yao was busy working in the design department.

Another wave of praise.

Tong Yao is very popular, and their compliments are sincere.

Also look at her progress, "Wow, you draw well, no wonder you are borrowed to help."

"Come on, I heard that our director attaches great importance to you."

"..."

Tong Yao really couldn't feel any comfort.

Because of the rush schedule, she had to stay and continue painting when others got off work.

Soon, everyone was almost gone.

Tong Yao felt thirsty and got up to go to the tea room.

I originally wanted to pour coffee, but after thinking about it, I pressed a cup of hot milk very healthily.

Go back to the office area.

Someone opened the curtains, and the whole floor-to-ceiling windows were lit with outside lights. Tong Yao walked over, just looking down at the night scene of the city, bustling and quiet.

People on the street looked back, and the building in their eyes must also be brightly lit.

Tong Yao still remembers that when she was in high school, she always felt that the lights in this building were beautiful in the night, but as time passed, she only felt that the lights were lit by the lives of countless overtime dogs.

"..."

Tong Yao scolded Gu Qingyun eight hundred times in her heart, returned to her seat with hot milk in her hand, and continued to work.

Fortunately, it was just a cover.

It was originally an activity of their marketing department, and she knew all about the design concept and requirements, so she guaranteed that there would be no rework.It's not a big problem to finish it in two days.

"It looks like you're going to work overtime?"

A voice appeared beside the ear.

Tong Yao's eyelashes trembled, and she looked up at Gu Qingyun who was close at hand.

She leaned on the table with one hand and leaned over, her gaze fell on the computer screen to carefully check her progress.

Tong Yao was so angry that she came to check and pretended to be innocent.

It's not thanks to her that I want to stay and work overtime!

She said nothing.

Gu Qingyun said again: "Zhang Ziyu asked you to draw a picture for the cover?"

Tong Yao said "hmm", and glanced at the draft on the screen again.

How did she know it was the cover?

Obviously can't see it yet.

"The progress is good." Gu Qingyun nodded and said, "With you in the future, those Party Bs will not be able to say behind our backs that we don't know anything about the stupid Party A."

The fine diamonds on her earlobes sparkled, the lines of her side face were smooth, and the domineering edge that was in the daytime quietly melted away.

When saying the word silly fork, there is a faint smile.

Get close.

I can vaguely smell the fragrance of her body, indescribable wood tone, or mixed with a bit of floral fragrance, which is cold and refreshing.It smells like hell.

Tong Yao unconsciously lowered her eyes and looked away, muttering, "They will still say the same."

Gu Qingyun thought for a while, then chuckled, "Yes."

The tone is very light, appearing gentle and affectionate.

Tong Yao's whole body froze calmly.

Looking up at the screen again, the bit of resentment in my heart was gone, I just wanted to hum.

It's really worthless.