no ambiguity

The afternoon is easy to kill, just find something to do and pass.

Before Lian He Min came out, Qing He was called by another secretary to help, but he failed to meet him. When he returned to his seat again, the door of the office was already open, and only Wen Ning was left inside.

The man was flipping through the information, with no expression on his face.

Secretary Xu went in directly to report today's work situation.Qinghe originally wanted to go with her, but after hesitating for a while, she decided to go later, not in a hurry.

The intern male assistant has come back and is writing something at the desk, typing on the keyboard from time to time.Qinghe is not very familiar with him, and doesn't know much about him. He only knows that the other party is a graduate of a prestigious school and has studied in France for two years, but he doesn't know anything else.

The male assistant was not bad, and he nodded his head as a greeting.

Qinghe responded in the same way, neither cold nor enthusiastic.

Interactions in the workplace are as light as water, and you have to give each other a face-to-face meeting. You have to put on a show to be polite. Even if she doesn't like this, she used to hate fake politeness with others. She thought it was unnecessary if she didn't know her well, but now she has changed .

People will change slowly, and give in to the disdain they once had. It is unnecessary to insist on being too arrogant, and it will only increase troubles.

Perhaps because she felt that she was a little different today and was easier to get along with, the male assistant couldn't help but give her an extra look.

Qinghe pretended not to notice, and went about her own business.

After a while, the male assistant came over, looked at her desk, and asked softly, "Are you going to find the boss?"

Qinghe didn't deny it, "I still have to report."

The male assistant kindly reminded: "Go later, don't hit the gun now."

Qing He was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

The male assistant didn't explain immediately, but turned his head to look at the door of the office, glanced around to make sure there was no one else around, and then whispered: "The boss scolded people, even the assistant came out with a black face."

This change is really big enough, obviously everything was fine before.Qing He was startled, she didn't expect it to end like this, she thought Lian He Min could handle it, but the result was completely opposite.

Did something happen?

The male assistant didn't know the inside story and didn't care about it, so he wouldn't dare to gossip during working hours.Wen Ning is not a gentle boss, he has always been strict, and he can control the employees under him very well. Everyone has long been accustomed to similar situations, so just be careful.The male assistant didn't mean anything else, just out of caring for ordinary colleagues, he pointed to the small office on the east side, "Don't mess with Assistant Lian either, she's angry, she scolded Xiao Liang so badly just now, They were all scolded and cried."

It is not uncommon for the boss to be scolded and the subordinates to suffer, so stay away if you can.

Qinghe didn't understand the turning point in this, and was too lazy to delve into it, since it had nothing to do with her anyway.

She was not afraid of those two people, but still responded: "Okay, thanks."

The male assistant smiled and gestured to work quickly.

The office of H&F magazine is only on this floor, and any rumors spread quickly throughout the company, and everyone worked twice as hard, for fear that it would affect themselves.

Only Qinghe didn't panic at all, she took the time to enter the office and finished her work step by step, at this time it was sunset and dusk outside the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows.

The setting sun is falling, and the bright golden light shines in.The soft glow cast a beautiful halo around Wen Ning's body, quiet and elegant, this person had hidden emotions, no different from when he came in before, after listening to the summary, she replied with two brief words.

"can."

Qinghe explained everything dutifully, glanced at the beautiful scenery outside, thought for a while, and suddenly said: "I'm going out to do some errands tonight, don't wait for me."

Wen Ning kept moving his hands, and asked calmly, "Where are you going?"

"Xihe Street," Qinghe said truthfully, "there is a bar performance, and you can only leave after midnight."

Although it is personal freedom to have a part-time job after work, the other party has no control over it, but at least it is a bed friend who lives under the same roof, so it is right to notify.

Wen Ning had no objection to this, and only said: "Let Uncle Yang pick you up then."

Uncle Yang, the family's full-time driver.

This person's tone is gentle, she doesn't care much about these things, she pays more attention to the work in hand, and most of her energy is on the business.

"Do you have to work overtime at night?" Qinghe asked casually, not caring, but just verbal.

Wenning said: "There is an impromptu meeting."

Qinghe understands it, so stop there, there is nothing more to say.It was almost time to get off work, she didn't stay here for a long time, she looked at the afterglow outside, turned around and was about to leave, but just as she stepped up, she suddenly remembered something, and said: "The money has been received, and it is recorded together with the previous one." Let’s pay it back together next time.”

The other party didn't care about these things very much, and only responded with one sentence: "It's up to you."

The two newlyweds are really unusual, they are not strangers but they are better than strangers, the communication between them is going to work and borrowing money, they seem to be harmonious, but in fact they are cold and alienated, and they really have no feelings.

No one cares about those details, one is the debtor and the other is the creditor.

Qinghe is quite satisfied with this answer, after all, there is no money to pay back, and I don't know when I will go next time.

When it was time to get off work, the magazine office was still busy, and many people didn't leave, so they had to stay for urgent tasks.Decent jobs in high-rise buildings are not as glamorous as they appear on the surface. Everyone is a migrant worker with the burden of life on them. Nine to five in the morning is a luxury, and it is considered early to get off work at six or seven.

Qinghe is different in the club, idlers don't work overtime, and leave when the time comes.

The bar she was going to was called Cape No. [-]. It was a music bar with nondescript styles and was more popular with trendy young people.The owner of Haijiao No. [-] is Ye Xilin's friend. They have invited their band to the venue since it first opened.

The full name of their band is Slow Train. The four people in the team met on the train when they were traveling. They got together with like-mindedness and hit it off to form a group.The name is taken casually and has no special meaning.

Qinghe is the captain, and it was her idea to form a team.

She has formed two bands, the former disintegrated, and this one disbanded faster.The keyboard player got married a few years ago and chose to return to normal life soon after. Jiang Zi couldn't make it through and saw no hope. Now there are only two people left in the team, she and Ye Xilin.A bass, a drummer.

The standard band composition should be guitar, bass, drummer and keyboard player. The keyboard player can be absent temporarily, but the guitar cannot be absent.Jiang Zi left, Qinghe and Ye Xilin were helpless, and couldn't find a suitable replacement for a while.

Tonight, the two of them formed a temporary duo. They didn't engage in rock and roll, but played a slow-tempo ballad on stage.Ye Xilin played the guitar, and Qinghe sat on a high stool and sang "West City".

In the past two years, folk songs have become popular, and "Xicheng" has also become popular, and this song is played in the streets and alleys.

It's a pity that rock doesn't get that kind of treatment. The two of them singing folk songs together are more popular than rock and roll. The young people in the audience sang along, and the atmosphere is very different.

Someone ordered wine for them and stored it at the bar, and they could drink it after their performance.The boy at the bar called them over and said that the customers had already left, and asked if they wanted a drink now.

Ye Xilin responded first and asked to take it out.

The guest ordered Cuba Liberty and strong wine, a total of two glasses.

The base of Cuba Liberty is rum, which is slightly sweet and has a long aftertaste by adding cola.

Qinghe doesn't pick tastes, and doesn't drink anything that doesn't cost money.

The boy at the bar knew them both well, and he was cheerful. He chatted with them while mixing drinks, and said with a smile: "Sister Qing sang really well just now, and I feel it very much. You can just turn folk songs. A group of two is very suitable."

Qing He didn't move, didn't feel the slightest bit.

But Ye Xilin shook his head and said seriously: "I don't have that plan, it's not that piece of material."

The little brother said: "Too modest."

Ye Xilin replied bluntly: "No."

The little brother laughed again.

The night business at Cape No. [-] is good, customers come and go, most of them are crowded towards the bar, and some come to strike up a conversation with Qinghe and the others.Young men and women are restless and bold, not reserved, and act when they see it.

Many people came here under the guise of making friends, wanted to invite them to drink, and asked for contact information in different ways.

Ye Xilin lit a cigarette and smoked it. He didn't refuse anyone who came, but he didn't agree either. He didn't give him his contact information, but he still drank the wine.She has a good appearance and is liked by little girls. A boy also cheekily approached her, and stayed here for more than ten minutes without giving up.

Qinghe watched from the side, took a cigarette out of the other party's cigarette case, played with it between the middle finger and index finger of his right hand for a while, and was about to light it.

It was also at this time that a hot woman posted up.

The other party was more active and direct, and almost whispered a meaningful sentence in Qinghe's ear.The encounters in the bar are nothing more than that, not pure, mature men and women gather together, hormones and dopamine are secreted crazily, thoughts and ambitions can no longer be concealed.When the woman asked if she was free later, it was actually an invitation to stay overnight.

Qinghe doesn't like other people's touch, and she's not used to being close to strange women. She turned sideways, pulled out a certain distance, raised her chin towards Ye Xilin, and pulled her friend out to block, signaling that she was in charge.

The hot woman brushed her long hair softly on her chest, glanced at Ye Xilin, parted her red lips slightly, and whispered, "I don't mind..."

Qinghe turned a blind eye to it, and said lightly: "I mind."

The expression on the other party's face froze for a moment, and then he expressed his understanding, and he didn't bother anymore.

Ye Xilin next to him was already used to helping to block the peach blossoms, and he waited until the woman was far away before making a sound: "Isn't there a Boss Wen, next time I can use a fresh excuse."

Qinghe ignored it, pretending she didn't hear it.

The music in the bar was a bit loud, and the foreign rock music played made people's ears hurt.The two of them didn't stay here for too long, and left after half an hour.

Ye Xilin walked back, Qinghe stood by the roadside waiting for Uncle Yang.

The wind was blowing straight at night, and suddenly it was a little cold.

The rum is intoxicating and has a lot of stamina. When you are drunk, you will feel dizzy.Qinghe couldn't help wrapping her coat tightly, and leaned against a tree by the roadside when she couldn't stand still.

The family car came quickly and picked her up. It was already two o'clock in the morning when they got home.She went upstairs alone, without Uncle Yang's help, but almost fell at the corner of the corridor, but fortunately, someone came to hold her firmly.

Wen Ning's arms wrapped around her waist, steady and warm.