White Mantou and Miss Black Suit

"Chen Yirou, have we met somewhere?" Mo Fei suppressed his smile, looking at Chen Yirou's eyes that contained too many emotions that were difficult to see clearly.

"No way..." Chen Yirou smiled forcedly against the cold wall of the elevator.

A person like Murphy, no matter in terms of temperament or appearance, can be deeply remembered just by taking a look at her. Chen Yirou knew without even thinking about it.

In this face-to-face stalemate, Chen Yirou couldn't retreat, nor could she push away. Fortunately, the elevator reached the company's floor at this time.

"Sister Fei." Seeing that Murphy didn't respond, Chen Yirou yelled again.

"Remember?" Murphy showed a trace of excitement.

"No," Chen Yirou squatted down, walked out from under Mo Fei's arm, and twitched the corners of her mouth in embarrassment, "I'm at the company, I'll check in first."

Clutching the straps of the messenger bag in front of his chest with both hands, his eyes wandered around the corner of the elevator, but he never looked at Murphy.

"Go." Murphy put his hands behind his back and adjusted the hem of his clothes uneasily. Did he scare her?

Only then did Chen Yirou look at her, trying to show a polite smile, but the corner of her mouth moved, which was uglier than crying, as if she could sense it herself, so she turned her head and ran away in a hurry.

As a newcomer, she was not familiar with the layout of the environment here, plus she was flustered, so Chen Yirou walked in the wrong direction as soon as she got out of the elevator.

"Huh? Aren't you a newcomer to Murphy's team?" Before entering the office, a woman walked up to him. Chen Yirou recognized her as another director of operations.

"Director Jian." Chen Yirou complained incessantly, why did one come after another, I hope this Jian Xinyan is not as weird as Murphy.

"What are you doing here?" I didn't look carefully yesterday, but this time Jian Xinyan took a few more glances at Chen Yirou. She is not tall, her face is a bit baby fat, and her facial features are more delicate. At first glance, she looks like a childish student .

Chen Yirou looked in the opposite direction, and Murphy was no longer in the corridor: "I seem to be going in the wrong direction."

"Oh," Jian Xinyan followed suit, "Then you go back quickly, I have to go downstairs to the convenience store."

Chen Yirou nodded, turned around and ran all the way.

Looking at her back, Jian Xinyan didn't think there was anything special about this girl. She was cute, but she didn't look like someone who could attract Murphy's attention.

While queuing up to check out at the convenience store, Jian Xinyan was still thinking about what happened in the conference room yesterday.

I don't know if Mo Fei has noticed that her behavior yesterday was like a starving tiger seeing a live rabbit, almost jumping on it.It was because Jian Xinyan saw Murphy's hungry eyes that she proposed to ask for Chen Yirou first. She wanted to see what was special about this Chen Yirou.

I have known Mo Fei for so many years, but I have never seen her look at anyone like this. Jian Xinyan thought to and fro, feeling very upset.

After leaving the convenience store, I passed the parking lot on the way, and I saw Murphy's spotlessly clean Mercedes-Benz c260 at a glance.

Yo, that sleepy woman came quite early today.

Jian Xinyan poked the straw into the milk carton, and went back to the office with a heavy heart.

At lunch today, Chen Yirou didn't meet Mo Fei in the cafeteria. I heard from Xiaomi that Murphy was usually very busy and rarely had time to go downstairs to eat in the cafeteria. It was purely accidental to meet her yesterday.

So Chen Yirou ate a meal in peace. This time she sat in the cafeteria for a while. Most people working in the park would come here to eat. If she was lucky, she might be able to see the person she was looking for.

"Chen Yirou, why don't you leave?" Xiaomi wanted to go back and take a nap during the lunch break.

"I'm looking for a needle." Chen Yirou distinguishes every face here, no, or no, this time the salvage failed.

"Then hurry up and fish, I'm looking forward to seeing what the person you mentioned looks like." Xiaomi joked.

"He... looks like a human being." Chen Yirou planned to come back tomorrow, chatting with Xiaomi while going upstairs.

"Are there any characteristics? I have a few friends who work in other companies in the park, so I can ask them to help me find them together."

"Great!" Chen Yirou held Xiaomi's hand, with grateful eyes shining, "He can't talk."

"Ah?" Xiaomi opened his mouth wide, wanting to say dumb, but worried that the words were not euphemistic enough, "Is he a deaf-mute..."

Chen Yirou shook her head indifferently: "What's the matter, as long as his eyes can speak." After thinking about it, he smiled, "And he can write well."

"Okay, I'll tell my friend in a while." Xiaomi shrugged, it shouldn't be too difficult to find someone who can't speak.

Chen Yiju thanked him, returned to his desk and got down on the ground, ready to take a nap before starting to work.

Close your eyes, the murmurs in the office gradually quiet down, replaced by the unique sound of the spring breeze blowing willows, which is gentle to your ears.

In the dream, Chen Yirou got up early, it was still early before school, she stood by the steamer, staring blankly at the passing people.

"Xiao Rou, what are you doing up so early these days?" Her father brought out a basket of freshly made steamed buns from the back room, put them on the steamer, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the towel hanging around his neck .

"Recite the text." Chen Yirou held up the Chinese textbook to her father with a guilty conscience, and was afraid that her father would be around, and she would not be able to talk to him for a while, "Dad, you go back to the back room and continue making steamed buns, and they will be sold soon." Empty."

"Your mother is doing it."

"My mother is slow to do it, you can do it together quickly." Chen Yirou hurriedly pushed her father into the back room.

"You child." Father Chen went back to the house in a daze, and left Chen Yirou to watch business outside.

"Here are two steamed buns."

Chen Yirou raised her head in surprise when she heard the sound, and when she realized that the other party was not the one she was waiting for, she froze immediately, packed two steamed buns and handed them over without saying a word.

He took the money, threw it into the cash box, and glanced anxiously at the clock on the wall. He was supposed to be ready to go to school in 10 minutes.

Will he stop coming to eat steamed buns today... Probably not, after eating for so many days, he will definitely get tired of eating.

Chen Yirou stuffed her textbooks into her schoolbag dejectedly, and when she raised her head again, there was a figure standing in front of the shop.

"You're here!"

Chen Yirou couldn't hold back the joy in her heart, and blurted out a word.

The man nodded, with a slight curve on the corner of his mouth.

"I'm going to school if you don't come." Chen Yirou said, pulling a plastic bag, "Still eating steamed buns today?"

The man nodded again, stretched out his hand, and made a "one".

"One? Aren't you afraid that you won't be full?" Chen Yirou grabbed a steamed bun, turned her head to look at the back room, quickly took a string of tenderloin into the oil pan, and said softly, "Put the tenderloin in the steamed bun, it's delicious of."

Seeing that person's expression, Chen Yirou didn't quite understand, and continued: "I invited you, you don't need to pay me, and it doesn't matter if my parents don't know."

The man's smile deepened, and Chen Yirou felt that she had done the right thing, so she gave him a big smile back.

"I've said so much, and I haven't heard a word from you." Chen Yirou fished out the tenderloin with tongs, and put it on the wire mesh to filter the oil.

The man froze for a moment, and pointed to the position of his throat.

"You can't talk?"

The man nodded with a wry smile.

"Oh." Chen Yirou sighed deeply, her cheeks were hot, "Sorry, I shouldn't have asked you this."

The other party waved his hand, still smiling slightly, as if he didn't mind what Chen Yirou said.

Chen Yirou took a knife and cut the steamed bun horizontally, put the skewered meat in it, clamped it, and handed it to the man.

The other party gave her ten yuan from his wallet, and Chen Yirou wanted to find the money, but he quickly waved his hand to signal that he didn't need it.

"Why?" Chen Yirou asked.

He took out a piece of paper from his bag, wrote a few words on it and showed it to Chen Yirou.

"Anyway, I have to come to eat every day, so I don't need to look for it."

Before Chen Yirou had time to speak, he leaned over and wrote another sentence: "You are going to be late for school soon, shall I take you there by bike?"

"Aren't you late for work?" Chen Yirou cheered in her heart, but she still reminded herself to be reserved.

The man shook his head, and Chen Yirou immediately said hello.

"Mom and Dad, I'm going to school."

Chen Yirou didn't wait for her parents to respond, she took the other's hand and left. Her school was not far away, and it took only ten minutes to walk there, but he was willing to see her off, which was something Chen Yirou could only wish for.

"My name is Chen Yirou, and I am a sophomore in Mingyang Middle School." Chen Yirou sat on the back seat of the bicycle, holding the seat of the bicycle with both hands.The distance between her face and the other's back was only a dozen centimeters, this distance allowed Chen Yirou to smell the faint scent of washing powder on his shirt.

After struggling with herself for a long time, she rubbed her hands upwards and gently supported the other person's waist. Chen Yirou obviously felt that the person's body became a little stiff.

"Let me help... I'm afraid of falling." The bicycle was running smoothly, and Chen Yirou made a poor excuse.

The man patted the back of Chen Yirou's hand with one free hand. Chen Yirou understood it as reassuring her, so he circled it with peace of mind.

"Why are you so thin..." Chen Yirou discovered for the first time that there is a kind of waist that can be grasped, "In the future, eat more of my steamed buns, and I will give you the tenderloin."

The person sitting in front did not respond, Chen Yirou was a little disappointed, but the next second, she saw that person nodded.

It was an exceptionally sunny spring day, and the warm spring breeze blew across Chen Yirou's face along the way, making one slightly drunk.