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My abruptness seemed to make her discover a new continent.

Miss Pan De's reaction was too vivid, everything was implicit and layered.Her eyes were the first to recover from the stillness, and Miss Pender watched me in amazement, dissecting me with a warning tone.At first I thought she was using her silence as a deterrent.

Not at all.

She seemed to be the one who suddenly found the answer.

Yes, Miss Pender's quarry is fighting back.Despite the disparity in status and her huge advantages, I would actually resist.I also have claws, and I will go against the trend, and I return her real offense and threat.She looked at me like a dying brat and didn't even care that I crossed the line.

I'm just hungrier.

Before all consideration and pretense, Miss Pender bit her lip the moment I ordered her.

She wants me.

I lowered my head, smiling.How angry should she be if she offends so much this time?

"Yao." I looked up when she called me, and Miss Pan De's eyes were extremely cold.

Makes me go numb.

Her tone was full of no offense: "Did you hear what I just said?"

"Of course." I sat up, moving away from her suddenly, "I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable."

"I don't feel like that's the kind of dialogue that should be in the workplace."

"I'm sorry I thought that."

"You should be more sorry that you said that." She stared at me.

"But I didn't." I looked back, slowly, "I'm sorry I thought that."

Miss Pender looked away.She rarely took the initiative to stay away from the battlefield, she seemed really angry, and she had nothing to do with me.After several seconds, she still only looked out of the window and said, "Where is your answer?"

"The department's report has a set of detailed evaluation criteria. As for this problem, I need more and more specific descriptions." I replied immediately.I'm afraid she really thinks I don't respect her enough.

"Okay, let me make it clearer." Miss Pan De stopped circling with me, leaned forward, and got closer to me, "You must have a more detailed summary in your hand."

Her judgment was not wrong.The report must have been analyzed based on a large amount of data, but I knew I should reject what she wanted without even thinking about it.

Absolutely a violation of the labor contract.

I asked softly, "What do you want?"

"That summary material."

"Impossible." Sure enough, I refuted subconsciously, answering too quickly.

There was a little wave in her eyes, showing a puzzled meaning.Miss Pender said, "You haven't even heard me go into details."

"You mean," I looked over, teasing her, "like a legitimate detail?"

Miss Pender leaned back in her chair.

I was thinking that the way I smiled at this moment must not be so professional: "You know what my bottom line is. Besides, even for the consideration of the new company, BCG has obtained enough information. You want The things I got involved many secrets, and I couldn't help but speculate about other possibilities."

She is much more stable than me, and also much dissatisfied: "You don't even want to hear about my conditions?"

"No, there are no conditions." I shook my head, "I don't do illegal things."

She raised her eyebrows slightly: "It sounds like there is no room for negotiation."

"It's the first time I heard that employees can still discuss with the boss." I packed my bag, "I thought we were either in the context of order and obey, or we were at the negotiating table."

Miss Pan De narrowed her eyes: "We are a cooperative relationship."

"That's not what you said before." I stood up and asked the waiter to bring me the bill.

Is this what Miss Pender is for tonight?Is this job arrangement that she knows she will be rejected by me, is it the highlight of the preparation?

The opening topic is the boss's job-hopping.This is illogical.

Miss Pender took the tablet as she should.She always emphasized our position and explained our employment relationship in such a place that others would never notice—I suddenly felt very uncomfortable in my heart, and said before she made a move: "Deduct it from my account. "

"Okay, Miss Li." The waiter was as calm as running water, "Do you need to confirm the bill?"

"Thank you." I shook my head, "Every time I come so late, it delays your closing."

"It's an honor to serve our customers." He took the tablet showing the accounts from Miss Pender, and stepped out of the way.

As for the latter, he definitely looked at me for a second or two and didn't speak.

Miss Pan De and I walked out of the store one after another.She walked a little ahead, opened the door symbolically, and then put on the mask herself.I nearly hit the door, staggered, and my heart beat faster and faster.

Miss Pan De outside the door definitely noticed, but instead of a trace of apology, there was a kind of schadenfreude after a successful prank on her face that was tightly covered by the mask.I froze in place, suffering from no evidence, unable to argue with her.

Neither of them spoke, and walked side by side to the nearby three-dimensional parking lot.She neither asked me why I followed her, nor did she intend to drive me away.She didn't ask, and I followed along, also remaining silent.

But she has her own means.

Miss Pender took the car keys out of her bag and hung them in front of me.

"You seem to like letting me drive." I grabbed it, unlocked it, and signaled her to go to the co-driver. After getting into the car, I said, "Aren't you afraid that I will increase your insurance premium?"

Miss Pender didn't answer directly, but said, "You seem to enjoy driving."

I really enjoy driving.The classmates who have been in my car all say that I have good skills. In fact, I am good at predicting, and the brakes are always gentler than ordinary people.There are few cars on the road during this time period, even people who only play racing games in the game can experience happiness on this kind of driveway.

In addition, what she owns is a manual transmission car that is rare here.This adds more interest.

"I like everything under control... In fact, it's not accurate to say that." Thinking of my second bedroom full of clutter, I slowed down the action of pulling the seat belt, and said very self-consciously, "I It should be like controlling other people's loss of control."

"What about you?" Miss Pender asked, "Do you dare to accept your loss of control?"

My movement of starting the engine stopped in mid-air.Miss Pender delayed pulling her seat belt.

"What's wrong?" I turned to look at her.

She was extremely calm: "I'm angry."

Silence lasted for a while.

"I know."

"Did you do it on purpose?"

"Yes." I looked at her. "Are you getting angrier about it?"

Miss Pender shook her head: "No."

After speaking, she stretched out her hand to pull the seat belt to fasten herself, and said suddenly: "But I'm angry with myself because of it."

The car starts.

The high-rise buildings on both sides have become a series of pictures.The lush shield tree grows wildly in the constant traffic, as if the ground is an endless source of nutrients, supplied from the pipes of the reinforced forest, and every leaf and flower competes with passers-by for vitality.

Before I had time to leave my left hand with the gear lever, my little finger and ring finger were suddenly hooked.

It's Miss Pender.

She didn't know when she quietly stretched out a hand and encircled my two fingers in her palm without using any strength.

My heart softened.

My hand now became the hem of the dress that the little girl subconsciously pulled.

Miss Pender said the exact opposite: "I hate you."

I paused: "Are there many people you hate in this world?"

She clenched her hand a little bit: "No."

"Then I am honored."

"I hate this job," continued Miss Pender.She was silent for a moment, then continued: "I don't know how long I can keep like this."

I held her back, and just glanced at her very quickly, paying attention to the road conditions: "Are you tired?"

This time, Miss Pender was silent for a long time.

Red lights blocked us from the sidewalk.The night is getting dark, and those distant lights are like shadows in the fog, buried in the dark tomb, and the red and green warning lights have all become dim: it is rain.

I turned on the wipers.She adjusted the back of the seat a little, and lay down on her back, perhaps watching the raindrops falling on the skylight.

I adjusted my sitting position a little.She is half lying down now, and she is a bit reluctant to hold my hand.My body turned to the left quietly, thinking, what does it feel like to lie down and watch the rain?

I tried to feel the impact of the waves in front of the thick glass walls.It was a torrent-like facility that every theme park would have. The water curtain that rushed straight down hit the wall with the boat, and there was an aura of swallowing everything. I subconsciously raised my arms to block myself.

In my memory, my dad smiled very rarely, but not at me: my mom held me tightly in her arms, making me unable to break free.The ship went south with the gears, and the waves were blocked by glass. The danger was nothing but nothing in front of the facts.

That amusement park seems to be near the Temple of Heaven.We only went once when I was in elementary school, it should have been demolished by now.

Was it before he cheated?

"It's about to turn green," Miss Pender reminded me.

I woke up from the air.When the front of the car broke through the sidewalk, Miss Pender spoke again. Her voice was a little soft. At first I thought it was an illusion.

I just heard her say: "On the contrary. I don't feel tired at all."

"is it?"

"I feel excited." She didn't look at me when she spoke, but she held my right hand tightly. "That's why I'm angry with myself."

"Maybe this feeling is justifiable." I wanted to overtake a car, but hesitated for a moment, did not choose to shift gears, and slightly tapped the accelerator, "Wow——"

She laughed along with me.

"Is this the daily experience of driving a good car?" I unconsciously held her hand tighter. "It's smooth and stable. I really want to try a faster speed."

She was noncommittal and just asked, "Have you considered buying a car?"

I shook my head, still immersed in the aftertaste of the feeling of pushing my back just now: "Singapore cars are too expensive."

"I can buy it for you."