woman wearing irish linen shirt

Kevin and I have made an appointment to meet sometime this weekend.

A good businessman must also know how to distinguish the proper size. If he loses the sense, he will miss the good opportunity.So far, it seems that I have a good sense of proportion: I don't know if I have been tempered by Miss Pender.

Ever since she mentioned it once, recently I've seen how awkward An Ning is.After I calm down and think about it, I always feel that this is not the case; but after all, one cannot always plan, and when one relaxes one's vigilance, Miss Pender's firm words seem to linger in my ears again.

During the meeting, I quietly looked over at An Ning.

Not that it was impossible for her to like me.

——Where does she look bent?

Suddenly, I felt a chill in my heart.At almost the same time in the conference room, someone cleared his throat.

Miss Pan De looked away from the presentation, looked around the room, and finally stopped on the opposite side: "Is it possible for the technicians in the department to issue a list of the underlying logic requirements for system refactoring before the end of this Friday? "

She is looking at An Ning.

An Ning, who was being targeted, was fine, and he could only hold on if he felt a little dissatisfied. The rest of the people were fine, those who pretended to be ostriches, those who wandered in the sky kept wandering, no one wanted to go into the muddy water anyway.

After finishing speaking, Miss Pan De glanced at me as if she felt something in her heart, but only for a moment, her gaze changed again, and turned to Lao Huang, as if he was the target in the first place.

Miss Pan De said: "Of course, this involves a lot of sorting work... This is also an excellent opportunity to verify the coordination of the two departments before the arrival of the node. I will ensure that our team will cooperate with you wholeheartedly. Xiuwen, what do you think? How about it?"

Lao Huang looked embarrassed, but said immediately: "We can conduct targeted discussions on the basis of the original system, so as to achieve a balance between time limit and effect."

Miss Pan De nodded appreciatively, and at the end, her gaze swept past me again.

I just lowered my head slightly, just to avoid her sight, pretending that I have nothing to do with it; after a moment of delay, I looked at Lao Huang, and then looked at the screen freely.

At the end of the meeting, Lao Huang dragged me: "I may be thinking too much... But don't you think Sonia is targeting us?"

I lied and didn't draft: "Since the debate about the self-developed system, when did their BCG give people the illusion of, 'Oh, we're going to show you guys some mercy'?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant." Lao Huang was sneaky, looking left and right as he spoke, and didn't know what he was wary of, "I mean 'us', you and me. In fact, it is more likely to target You, what happened today had little to do with you, but Sonia saw you several times."

How can I answer this?

Lao Huang took a deep breath: "When did you offend her?"

I tucked my mask: "Don't think too much."

"No. She was targeting you. Yao," he looked at me, "do you have any extra work that I don't know about?"

I had been keeping the secret from him about my private contact with BCG. Now that Lao Huang is sitting as the boss, I should have let him know.Not to mention an extra insurance, I can also ask Lao Huang to help me make "technical adjustments" for some things.

But firstly, Lao Huang is an agent and has not been formally appointed. Second, now that we have reached the second half of the game, I am in danger, and Miss Pan De is getting tighter and tighter.And about Kevin...

I rolled my eyes: "Do you think I'll still have time for a second job?"

Lao Huang smacked his lips: "That's true. Anyway, I think Sonia's attitude towards you is unusual, so you should be careful."

Careful she ate me?

I nodded: "Understood. I'll go to the third party later. It may be difficult for you to see me before the meeting on Friday. Is there anything else?"

"Oh, yes." Lao Huang patted his forehead, "Are you free this weekend? We want to visit your apartment to see the room type and supporting facilities. The intermediary I contacted was too exaggerated, and I want to hear the actual opinions of the residents. "

"It's fine on Saturday during the day. The children come with you?" Seeing him nodding, I said, "Then I'll prepare some food in advance, and you don't bring anything."

Lao Huang raised his eyebrows: "Where are the homemade biscuits?"

I paused: "Homemade biscuits are on the exemption list."

In a blink of an eye, it was Thursday.

Thursday is nothing special, meeting, never-ending meeting, the people in the office obviously don't know how to do teamwork and how to communicate with people other than themselves except for meetings.Usually, I can always find time to complete some work, conceive during the meeting, and start immediately after the meeting, but since I took over the project from the boss, I have no room for time management skills.

Make bricks without straw.

I listened to the project report in the taxi, trying to resist the dizziness caused by reading the text while the vehicle was moving, typing on the keyboard.The colleagues who followed up the local project in Singapore were sent to the third party as an advance team by me, and I had to go back to the company.

Someone has a birthday today.

When I got to the lobby, I felt like I was sweating a little.The air-conditioning in the room rushed over all of a sudden, as if there were thousands of horses and horses that could not be discerned, but invisible.I went to the bathroom to touch up my makeup, and after confirming that I didn't look too embarrassed, I sent a message to Miss Pan De: "Is the meeting over? Is it convenient for me to meet up?"

After about one or two minutes, she replied to me: "There are still 2 minutes. I thought you were outside."

I couldn't help laughing, and typed: "I'm outside. Someone just shuttled through Singapore."

After exactly 5 minutes: "The corridor on the twentieth floor is at the end."

If there is a god in charge of blue in this world, Miss Pender undoubtedly enjoys his favor.

She fits blue so well.

I lost my soul just looking at it from a distance, as if a cruise ship was floating on the sea in a storm, and she was my anchor.The professional, stable and boring gray trousers and the ordinary blue shirt, because of the craftsman's tailoring, because of the texture of the fabric, and because of her, turned out to be a stunning scene.

If life is alive, there must be a place to return to, and Miss Pan De is my inevitable end.

"I hate your shirt," I said, "it's in the way of your neck."

Miss Pender gave me a sideways look. "You like me in shirts."

"I don't like it today." After I finished speaking, I stared at her mask.

I also hate her mask.

"I have about 10 minutes, so to make a long story short, I need you to meet me this week." Miss Pender opened her mouth, seeing my displeasure, and did not flinch, "I need your material."

"I remember I've explicitly turned you down—take it as a reaffirmation or a reminder, if you don't remember," I said, "and I didn't come here for a meeting with you."

She nodded: "I know! That's why I speak so fast."

"Do you want me to reject you again with faster speech?"

Miss Pan De's eyebrows sank slightly: "Yao."

I sighed, "Okay, time is limited, can we skip this agenda for now? I came here as your date."

"I will give in for you." Miss Pender glanced at her watch, "Now we still have 9 minutes to date."

"Okay." I shrugged.

I suddenly didn't know what to say.

The ice melted, and there was a little smile in her eyes: "Why keep silent? I think you need to find me today."

"Well," I took the bag off my shoulders, "I have a present for you. Happy birthday."

"Thank you!" She blinked and asked again, "Are you going to stand against the wall all the time?"

"We need to keep our distance."

"You're right." She also retreated to the wall.

But eye contact is all about luring people into violating office rules.

I take the box out.

She laughed again, and this time she laughed out loud, imitating me and only pinching the corner of the jewelry box.What if I bought a pair of earrings or something?The box is so small, do our hands look like beaded strings?

Where is the needle?I wonder.

Or the needle is unnecessary: ​​the thread in the world has its own connection.

"I ordered this from Paris. It turned out that there was a big outer box, which can be used as a jewelry box. Unfortunately, a corner was ground during transportation." I pressed against the wall tightly, and I didn't even dare to look at her anymore, " It's not your usual style, if you don't like it, you can send it back and change it. I just think it looks good on you."

"A necklace? Do you mind if I open it now?"

"Uh——" I looked up, saw her, and looked away, "Maybe at night? I'll go to find you at night. Is that okay?"

No one responded.Seeing me in such an embarrassment, could she be planning some prank?However, I feel that she is as restrained as I am. Her shoes are on the opposite side of the wall. Since the two met today, Miss Pender has not moved forward.

Am I delaying her business?

"Look at me." She said suddenly.

I raised my head while urging myself to calm down quickly.

We looked at each other, just speechless.

Mingming didn't say anything, but her understanding and my heart seemed to be conveyed to the other party in an instant.It seems that false etiquette and hostile banners have been folded in the face-to-face, as if we were supposed to be blocked by something, but we communicated unconsciously, and finally had a tacit understanding.

"Why don't you give it to me at night?" She asked softly, "You don't have to disrupt the day's schedule."

"I want to see you sooner." I looked at Miss Pender, "Happy birthday, Sonia. I'm as happy today as if I were on holiday."

She held the box, put her hands behind her back, and stood against the wall: "Thank you. I am also very happy, although I don't know what kind of festival we are celebrating."

I was amused by her: "I don't know, do you want a name?"

"Maybe we can discuss it later. Shall I take you to the elevator?" She turned and walked a little behind me.

My heart dances wildly.

Old Huang is at the other end of the corridor.