woman wearing irish linen shirt

Miss Pan De acted like a normal person: "What's wrong with you? Is it too hot?"

I mechanically shook my head: "Thank you. I'm fine."

I said, "You can..."

"Oh." She let go of her hand, with a little sly look in her eyes, "Is that why you feel hot?"

"I don't feel the heat." I immediately denied, "or the heat, yes, I don't feel the heat."

Miss Pender glanced at me: "You're sweating."

"That's right, but it's not because of the heat—thermalness." I avoided the word "hot" almost like a plague god, so much so that I didn't even realize it for the first time. .By the time I realized it, I had already missed the opportunity to correct it again, and Miss Pan De looked over with more meaningful eyes.

"Okay." She let me go magnanimously.

—Just when I thought so, Miss Pender said again: "I know I'm not hot."

So how can I respond to her, I think she is "hot"?

There is no way to answer this.My heart was pounding like I just finished a speed run.

I didn't realize that the way back to the company from here was so long, and I was already sweating profusely on my back. Fortunately, I wore a linen suit today, and the dampness of my shirt was relieved very quickly.I focused my attention on the road. The maintenance of the asphalt road seems to be more expensive than I imagined. Occasionally, there are small pits on the road surface of Raffles that have not been repaired, and they can be embedded in a two-cent coin.

How did this work out?Hot and cold?Tire friction?

"I didn't even know you cared so much about boundaries." Miss Pan De suddenly said, "I saw you kissing someone else in the morning. You obviously only want to bump elbows with me."

I just felt my cheeks burn up, and that day she really saw that I wanted to touch my elbow.Who invented the elbow bump...

I can't help but recall the embrace that replaced it, and the feeling of her in my arms, her chin on my shoulder.

Don't think about it anymore, don't think about it anymore.

"I don't have close contact with others." I didn't notice when she passed our floor. Today, my close contact with others is only in the morning. She should be saying that when colleagues came to greet me, I Show off what the earrings look like.I brushed the hair off one ear: "Newly bought. How is it? This is what you should have seen this morning."

She leaned over, looked carefully, and commented: "This kind of mother-of-pearl face earrings are very picky."

I raised my eyebrows: "Am I worthy?"

"Of course." She looked at me, "It's perfect for you."

I laughed unconsciously, and held back immediately, walking a little ahead of her.At this moment, I reacted belatedly: when she pulled her hair back, she was already looking at the earrings, and she was not surprised at all after hearing my explanation. Miss Pender may have seen the situation clearly in the morning.

To be exposed by her like this...

We took the same elevator back to the company.After the end of the national quarantine, Miss Pande obviously didn't pay as much attention to me as before the "circuit breaker" started.As far as I know, she has never had a working lunch with anyone in the company; the only lunch was when the big boss invited her, and the three of us used it half an hour away from the company.

At that time, she still shook my hand every time we met.

Is it because of this?I squinted my eyes. She judged whether it was necessary to avoid the taboo, not out of business needs, but based on closeness?

No, I shouldn't be thinking about it.

Previously, it was because I had illusory expectations of Miss Pande that I was played around. She is simply a woman who does everything for her work.Besides, what kind of relationship do we have...

But she took my hand again, so close to the company.Isn't she afraid of being seen?

I was trying to figure out how to explain it to her—but I couldn't find the words to explain it.And what can I say?

"Sorry but I'm actually a straight girl"?

"Although I'm not straight, I don't feel that way about you"?

This seems too pretentious.She just gave me a hug and held my hand as we crossed the street... I took a deep breath.

People's memory is so good that sometimes it becomes a bondage.I couldn't help but empathize with myself at that time, as if there was still air flowing around her, as if the temperature in her eyes could still be felt.

I hate being out of control.

I bumped into Xiao Ding when I entered the door. I asked him to get the computer and took him to the small meeting room.Since Vietnamese affairs are the top priority of the current department, the big boss is watching closely, and BCG will naturally not ignore it.This is a well-known tough bone, even if there are some small mistakes, it is easy to understand.

Today I want to teach Xiaoding how to create this mistake.

Adulterating true information is not as easy as imagined.I have been working on this plan for a long time. Even if I don't have to think about the specific details, I still have to grasp the general direction and bottom line for Xiaoding.This person is really right to come here. Before, I only thought that Rubendin was the wild Sanjay of our department. Looking at it now, I still underestimate him.

If Sanjay must be used as a unit to measure combat power, Xiaoding should be regarded as an incomplete body of his enhanced version.Although he still needs to grow, I still look forward to his future.

On Xiao Chen's side, I also took advantage of the meeting with the "Tai Chi" group the next day to say hello.Now that the deployment is complete, whether it can be effective depends on the other side.

The gap is the boundary, and the world is divided in the middle.On Wednesday, the people on the other side will cross the Chu River-Han border to reward me.

I just don't know who is Xiang Yu and who is Liu Bang.

The resumption of work and production in Singapore is divided into three stages in an orderly manner. Of course, economic production is the most important thing. Now most enterprises have returned to normal work; the catering industry and retail will be opened in the final stage. It is currently estimated that It's the end of June, but rumor has it that people will have a chance to eat dine-in next week.

I never dreamed that Miss Pender would invite me to dinner in the conference room.

Our company has extremely limited meeting rooms without glass doors, and because of the presence of BCG, the bookings are even tighter.They were on the twentieth floor, so they took advantage of the location and got two conference rooms with brick walls and metal doors.It is said that there is a structural problem, and it is not convenient to build a glass exterior wall.

"Our company doesn't allow eating in the meeting room." I froze for a moment and said.

"This is the first sentence you want to say?" Miss Pan De was obviously very dissatisfied with my reaction, she leaned on the back of the chair with her arms crossed, and looked up at me.She wasn't smiling at all, and couldn't tell if she was serious or annoyed.

"Well, the dish is very beautiful." I squeezed out a few words, "From the color and the presentation of the plate, people can feel the transcendental delicacy. I would say that when it is just finished, it must exude the kind that makes all human beings achieve it." The aroma of consensus."

She makes no compromises: "Just because you use philosophical jargon and rhetorical rhetoric doesn't mean you can get away with it. Everyone has read a little bit of Kant."

I looked at her, forked a piece of okra and stuffed it into my mouth.Her face looked better.

Swallowing the food down, I said, "I'm sorry I didn't compliment you first, I just didn't expect you to, uh, prepare food. Feeling better?"

"It's okay." The defensive posture she put on her chest was finally lifted, "I'm sorry to make you violate the 'good employee rule'. Does a small break of the rule make you feel uncomfortable?"

I shook my head: "That's not the problem. If you want a rule to be strictly enforced, then it's best to lead by example, and don't give room for the broken window effect."

"Oh." Her eyebrows raised, "Then I'll be the one who broke the window."

"My first bite," I said.After I finished speaking, I forked something.

Ms. Pan De brought several lunch boxes—maybe they can’t be called “lunch boxes”. Like me, I come from a worker’s family. A taste of austere pragmatism.She also uses metal products, but the color looks wrong, and it doesn't look like stainless steel. I guess it's pure titanium.

"Do you like outdoor activities like camping?"

Miss Pan De was very surprised, she barely concealed her expression: "How do you know?"

"Your lunch box." I pouted at her titanium cutlery. "Mountain climbing?"

She shook her head. "Just camping. My dad loves toasting marshmallows around a campfire, so camping is an annual family event in my house."

I made a face. "Sounds so American."

"That's it." She looked at me with a subtle smile, giving me an extremely gentle illusion, "My parents have lived overseas for almost 20 years."

I subconsciously calculated when it was. She said that she went to the United States after elementary school, and she had been in boarding school. I thought she was the only one there.Did her brother go back to India alone after graduation?Miss Pender had mentioned that she had a large family.Maybe the Indians are the same as us. When the family grows up, it's hard to tell if the parents are short.

Because it involves privacy, I didn't ask, but nodded and said, "Camping is really great. So you often go to Malaysia?"

"I don't camp myself," said Miss Pender. "I hate bugs."

I couldn't help laughing out loud: "Then Singapore is a good place for you."

"It's just that there are fewer mosquitoes here." She said, "I will always remember the place I lived in when I first came to Singapore. One day I was about to rinse my mouth as usual, and suddenly saw the mouthwash cup moving. Do you understand?"

I already had a hunch, but I still smiled and motioned her to continue.

"I'm so confused. What the hell is that? I even thought it was the fan in the bathroom that I forgot to turn off." That obviously left a great psychological shadow on her. Miss Pender sighed softly when she said this, " I picked up the cup and saw that there were countless ants crawling around in the depths of my toothbrush. They were almost everywhere in the cup, and some of them even reached my hands...

"Yes, that's why we shouldn't eat in the conference room." She looked a little sorry, but her eyes were playful, "The ants in Singapore are too powerful."