camouflage amnesia

As the Spring Festival approaches, the competition for the position of customer department manager has entered a fierce stage.

If there were no new recruits, Fu Chen's group would surely win.

But the strength of the newcomer Zheng Ye should not be underestimated.

Before joining KM, he was an employee of the Imperial Capital Factory, with a wide network of resources.

Coming here is almost a dimensionality reduction blow.

Because of this, Fu Chen's group worked even harder than before.Except for the project of Lemon Video, I worked hard to bring in several new projects.

Work overtime every day until late.

Ten p.m.

After reading a report, He Mu realized that it was already so late.

She walked out of the office, the large office area was still brightly lit, and the sound of heated discussions could be heard in the small conference room.

Mu Qingran's office was also bright.

Everyone is working hard.

He Mu actually likes to complete the work in the shortest time and most efficiently. If it weren't for too many things recently, she wouldn't want to work overtime.

She walked to the door of the small conference room and knocked on the door.

"Still in a meeting?"

"Yes, Mr. He."

The team leader standing in front of the whiteboard, Fu Chen, smiled, unable to hide his tiredness.

"Is it almost over?" He Mu asked.

"There are still a few minor issues to deal with, and it may take a while."

"Okay." He Mu had no intention of interfering in other people's work, just said, "I remember you were here this afternoon, you haven't eaten yet, have you?"

Fu Chen nodded awkwardly.

"Then I'll order a takeaway for you. Only when you're full can you work hard." He Mu did what he said, took out his mobile phone on the spot, and ordered some light porridge and snacks.

"Thank you Mr. He." The employees inside thanked each other.

He Mu smiled and raised his head, "I should thank you all."

After placing the order, she confessed: "I'm leaving first, don't be too late, your body is the most important thing."

"Okay, goodbye Mr. He."

The team in the small conference room just got stuck on a problem and could not reach a conclusion, and they didn't eat at such a late hour, and everyone felt a little bit upset. Mr. Xiaohe expressed his condolences like this, and everyone changed their minds and directly Skip the question just now, and plan to come back to discuss it after other things are sorted out.

After all, problems have to be solved one by one. No matter how angry each other is, the problems will not disappear automatically.

Fu Chen looked at Mr. Xiao He's receding back, and became more determined in his goal.

She must become better, even if she can't become a person like Mr. Xiao He, at least she must become a sword that can help such a person to kill the enemy.

It might be easy and relaxing to be an ordinary person, but that's not what she wanted.

A small screw can also strive to become an irreplaceable screw.

He Mu didn't know that just by appearing, he could give a person so much power.

She just happened to see that everyone was working hard and did nothing.

When He Mu was standing at the door of the small conference room just now, Mu Qingran heard the voice and also came out of the office.

After He Mu came, KM seemed to be no longer a cold machine, and there were traces of warmth left by her everywhere.

At this moment, Mu Qingran was embarrassed by her previous thoughts.

How could she hope that He Mu would also see how dark the world is.

It is precisely because there is so much darkness in this world that someone needs to illuminate it.

She should thank He Mu for being treated tenderly since birth.

Thank He Mu for being full of light in his heart, for treating the world and the people in this world with tenderness.

If in the past so many years, there hadn't been that child who squeezed into her world recklessly, what would she have become?

Perhaps it has long since become an AI with no emotions, or even a cruel monster.

He Mu saw Mu Qingran standing at the door of the office, and walked over, "What are you doing? You're like a watchdog."

She casually made a nasty remark, which pierced Mu Qingran's heart.

Isn't it the Wangfushi?

No, it should be Wangwife Stone.

When Mu Qingran thought of the word "wife", she felt a strange feeling in her heart.

She has never been very enthusiastic about the subject of Chinese, because it is useful for scores, so she must learn it.

But now, I feel that every Chinese character is beautiful.

It is also beautiful to arrange and combine different meanings.

It turns out that the biggest difference between humans and machines is fickleness.

Things that used to be boring seem to become interesting.

Like, talking about it.

"I'm looking at you." Mu Qingran said.

He Mu frowned slightly, "Have you lost your mind by working overtime?"

"It's because the red beans in the morning are too sweet." So now I can only look at you from a distance, and feel bitter.

Mu Qingran never knew that she could say such bitter words.

Although in my heart.

"Red bean's brain can last a day?" He Mu didn't intend to discuss how the breakfast was, so he glanced at Mu Qingran, "I'm going to get off work."

"I happen to be off work too." Mu Qingran said.

She didn't have to stay in the company to do anything, and she still wanted to wait for her "roommate" to go home with her.

"None of my business." He Mu turned and went back to his office to get his bag and go out.

Mu Qingran also quickly put on her coat, grabbed her handbag and went out.

No one used the elevator at night, and an empty one came down soon.

The two stood in a small space, silent.

As the number of floors continued to decrease, Mu Qingran finally choked out: "How do you get there?"

"The driver came to pick me up." He Mu said.

Mu Qingran: "Didn't we drop by? I can take you."

He Mu: "The driver is already here, I have to do some work, otherwise the salary is so easy to get?"

Mu Qingran didn't know how to answer these words.

"Then... see you at home." She said.

"Ah."

On reaching the first floor, the elevator door opens.

He Mu went out, and the elevator door closed.

Mu Qingran stayed inside alone.

She will continue to take this elevator to the parking lot on the basement level and drive her own car.

Inexplicably, there is a kind of sadness of left-behind children.

Mu Qingran sighed heavily.

After waiting so long, it takes less than 1 minute to take the elevator together.

Why did things develop like this?

The parties now regret it.

Intestines are blue.

He Mu arrived home first, and after entering the bedroom, he never came out again.

Mu Qingran looked at the closed door of the master bedroom, feeling nothing but a heart attack.

He also said that he would see you at home, but he didn't even see a single hair.

The master bedroom should never have been given up.

Even if he took a look at He Mu on the way to the bathroom?

Mu Qingran realized what she was thinking, and burst out laughing.

At the age of 30, on the contrary, she began to cherish the spring of a girl.

At night, there was no sound, and the silence was uncomfortably quiet.

Mu Qingran lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep no matter what.

She kept thinking of He Mu's sentence - "Because the feeling of missing is too bitter, I need something sweet."

At this moment, He Mu is in the next room, missing her so closely makes her unable to sleep peacefully.

What was it like to miss that child back then?

What is it like these five years?

Mu Qingran touched her wrist unconsciously, it was empty, and the watch that was originally there was placed on the bedside.

Why I have been wearing that watch for the past five years seems to have an answer.

Maybe when she didn't know it, she was also missing He Mu.

But I always don't want to admit it, I don't want to admit it.

She will miss her too.

Want to very much now.

Vice President He is not in the company today.

Looking at the empty office, Mu Qingran couldn't help but sighed deeply.

I glanced to the side, and saw a document open on an empty computer screen, the first line - "Sick President and Her Sick Cinderella" broadcast script.

Is this a company project?

I don't seem to have heard of it.

It's lunch break now, and the female employee who just went to the door to pick up a courier came back and saw the boss standing in front of her computer.

- It's the feeling of cardiac arrest.

The courier box in her hand fell and rolled to the feet of the big boss.

Relatively silent.

The author has something to say: Mu Zhishu is about to open the door to a new world.