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Now our position is much simpler, and it is no longer like when we maintained business cooperation and she had not yet applied for recusal of interests, the probing and probing, confrontation and competition are always endless.

Only then did I realize Miss Pender's passion for "optimization" itself.She obviously likes things with high efficiency and elegant and simple structure. She is trapped in the struggle and balance of last resort in reality. It seems that true elegance can only exist on paper.

I made her see the possibility of elegance.

We are a technology-based Internet company whose core competitiveness is products. It is normal, but not normal, for capital to strangle our necks and be dragged forward by factional struggles.The general situation in the industry cannot be simply applied to individuals. With our confidence, we can lighten the burden and become a company with real professionals in charge of professional affairs. It is still possible to create such a future.

Besides, the big boss also initially agreed with this plan.

Miss Pande and I agree that this is the best way to deal with our company struggling to save ourselves in the quagmire.

After talking about business, it was late at night.Both of us were full of energy, as if we had just woken up from a long sleep, and we were still playing around while washing.When we got to bed, Miss Pender asked me, "Is it out of your personal interest that you talked to me about this today?"

"The BCG project is still in progress." I was naturally telling the truth, "I just want to give you an explanation."

She leaned her face and looked over, and said slowly: "Then, shall I properly bring some fresh air to the minority in your group?"

I laughed: "My girlfriend is so smart."

Miss Pender looked at me not very kindly.

I immediately hid beside the bed.

Her hand was empty, and she said in the next second: "Come here."

"I'm not coming."

"Come here." She pointed at me.

I shook my head violently: "I won't come here."

Miss Pender raised her chin: "Can't you make it through?"

I swallowed. "My shoulder was a little sore when I was doing the bench press. And my arm is still sore. You know, yesterday was arm day."

She was very calm: "I will not touch your arm or shoulder."

"My back hurts too," I said quickly.

Miss Pan De nodded, pursed her lips and said, "Come here."

I moved back a little cautiously.

Miss Pender was silent.

I moved a little closer to the center of the bed.

Miss Pender remained still.

I sit back.

She squeezed my face with both hands: "This is for your wisdom."

fine.It's not very painful.

I still grinned: "Okay."

She let go for a moment, then suddenly exerted force: "This is for your compliance."

I squeezed a few words between my teeth: "My compliance is very good. Both the dentist and the fitness trainer like me."

"Is the purpose of your words to make me angry, or do you want me to change my career to be a dentist?" She didn't let go of her hands.

Miss Pan De's eyes were too oppressive, and I couldn't think of a way to do it for a long time, and when I got to my mouth, I was talking back.

"It hurts." After a few seconds, I said so pitifully.

She relaxed a little, with a helpless expression, as if there was nothing she could do about me: "Okay. Anyway, I'm glad that you can inform me in advance, which will also help our team in the future work. BCG will not block your way. "

"Will the Syndicate cause you trouble?" I asked.

Miss Pender shook her head: "Don't worry."

She changed the subject: "It's true that Mr. Chairman will be very upset. But I still don't think we're going to be in big trouble—depending on how he sees the business, whether it's just a mass-produced machine or the fruit of human ingenuity. "

My mind moved: "Can you convince him?"

Miss Pan De just smiled and said calmly, "No comment."

I knew it would be fruitless to ask further questions, so I stopped here decently.Miss Pan De seemed very satisfied with my knowledge and initiative to inform me tonight, so she took her hand off.

I rubbed my face while watching her.It really hurts. It is said that children are afraid of having their cheeks pinched. I don’t want a person like me, who is well versed in the ugliness of society, to be pulled out of a thick skin comparable to the Great Wall.

So he was just like a child in front of her.

I pointed to my mouth and said in Mandarin: "One mouth."

She should be able to understand these three words separately.Of course, Chinese is extensive and profound. Miss Pande was in a fog, but she still kissed me.

"What does that mean?" Miss Pender frowned slightly, "A mouth?"

I corrected, "Open your mouth."

Miss Pan De opened her mouth: "Zhang..."

I tried to explain the difference between quantifiers to her.Fortunately, she has a foundation in Japanese, so it didn't take much effort to understand this difficult learning point.

However, her attention is still fixed on the main point of our discussion. As expected of a partner of a top consulting firm, she is the only one who can fool people, and no one else can fool her.Miss Pender asked: "With the word order reversed, does it become some sort of colloquial idiom? Oral reward?"

I somewhat admired her imagination, so I just said: "It means 'kiss'."

Miss Pender touched her chin: "So this is a very cute way of saying it."

I suppressed a smile: "I agree."

"How do you say 'hug'?" she asked, "One hand?"

I burst out laughing.

Miss Pender was upset: "Is it very wrong?"

I touched her arm: "How about we learn this phrase first today? I'll teach you how to say 'hug' next time."

She looked at me suspiciously, but finally nodded.

It's so cute.

In the week after Lidong, the team sent by the giant next door to Singapore landed.At present, the country is already the safest place in this storm, and they only need to be isolated for a week.This time they visited in secret, and stayed in the isolation facility for a whole week before the official meeting, but Kevin still found me in a state of frustration on Friday.

I felt strange in my heart, but I didn't know who was the one who released the news: whether it was the person next door, or Jocelyn did it on purpose.

Facing Kevin's questioning, I was well prepared.

I have natural legitimacy in this matter.There was no way Kevin could find any evidence, and all his suspicions were just suspicions.Besides, even though it was only part of it, I did give what he asked for. Logically speaking, it wasn't my fault that I gave what he asked for. He could only blame An Ning: after all, I didn't give her a chance.My attitude was dead and hard, and Kevin was already skeptical, and his ambition was short.

The bluff is to see who has more confidence.Even if he only showed a momentary wavering of his own judgment, admitting defeat was a certainty.

Kevin turned his gun and talked about the subsidiary company.I listened to them one by one, and occasionally dug holes for him to add material to the recording evidence, thinking to myself: His wish will never come true.

Saturday is Diwali.For Indians, this seems to be a particularly important festival. In previous years, there were often activities in Little India, and there was an endless stream of worshipers in the temple.I have a deep impression of the building on Pagoda Street, which is stacked with gods, but the memory it left for me is more brilliant than solemn, and it is a foreign culture after all, so I never thought of going inside. Find out.

This year, Diwali is more than just an extra day off for me.Temples, like other public places, still have strict restrictions on people entering and leaving. Although Miss Pender is also an atheist, I checked the relevant regulations before she took the initiative to make sure that we can go in during the festival—if what she thinks.

She doesn't want to.

Not only did she not want to, Miss Pan De also said clearly that I can't go to her house to find her this weekend.I found it a little strange, because when she spoke to me, she spoke in a very high-pitched tone, obviously not afraid of hurting my feelings-I could detect a very slight guilty conscience from her uncharacteristically strong.

What is she going to say to her parents?Maybe planning to come out?

I didn't ask her.I'm embarrassed to ask, but if I do ask, I feel a little pretentious no matter whether the facts are as I guessed or not.In my opinion, coming out to parents is a very important thing in life. Some people are reluctant to say it out of emotion, some people can’t say it out of danger, and some people are trapped in the balance of pros and cons.Miss Pender is a very mature woman, and I want to respect her judgment.

But I could not have been more wrong.

On Sunday morning, I received a picture from Rajiv.We haven't sent a message since we became friends, and when I suddenly saw that the sender was him, I was so nervous that I woke up instantly.

Miss Pender wore a sari.

I am so sorry.I regret so much that I listened to her so obediently, I regret my twitching, my embarrassment, and my self-sufficiency: No, don't get me wrong, I don't mean to put my girlfriend Objectify why a girl with an exotic style.

I looked repeatedly at the blurry Miss Pender captured in the video chat window.

The ordinary pixels of the landline shooting delayed my work.

I called Miss Pender: "You're wearing a sari!"

Her voice was so vibrant, she was clearly in the middle of a dance practice.She only paused for less than a second: "Please tell my brother, Yao, that I will burn all his stamp collections."

I turned a deaf ear: "I want to see!"

"No."

I reiterate my position: "I want to see it!"

"Do not."

I change the subject: "Can you show me?"

Her voice of rejection slowed down a beat: "No."

I took advantage of the victory and pursued: "Please."

Miss Pender did take the picture.

I am now announcing that the straight man who supports me the most in the world will temporarily change from Huang Xiuwen to Rajiv Pande in 10 minutes.

Frankly speaking, maybe because I didn't care, I didn't realize the beauty of saree in the past.My appreciation for saris is superficial, thinking that it is just a long strip of cloth with complicated patterns or plain texture, thinking that it restricts people's movements and has no tailoring at all-I am so stupid, really.

Just because it was just a piece of cloth—just because it was just a piece of cloth, only Miss Pender's curves supported such an eye-catching figure.The jewelry on the forehead and the gorgeous textiles just prove the wealth.This sari is definitely a show of artisan work, and in normal times I would have moved on to the details of the fabric... I did.

Details about her.

I watched her almost inch by inch, from Miss Pender's arm to her waist, and finally I was obsessed with her eyebrows.In the photo, she looks a bit awkward, and I rarely see her showing such a shy look.She was like a girl who was ordered by her parents to put on formal clothes—in fact, she might be like this—she was looking forward to it, and wanted to resist for no reason, and finally looked at the mirror reservedly.And she's not a girl.She is more confident and flexible than a girl, with the warmth after the storm, she will become stronger with time and will never be forgotten.

My mind is in turmoil.

I'm crazy about her.