social animal love rule

Asuka Maoze stepped on tiptoe on the upper of the soft leather high-heeled shoes to straighten the stockings, gently brushed out the hair that was hanging on the back of the neck and under the clothes, combed it lightly with fingers, and flattened the skirt Put the original clothes into the paper bag.

When she came out of the bathroom, almost all the people in the office had arrived. She took a glance and saw that Jianren Qihai was already sitting at her desk.

Everyone was busy with their own affairs, she put the paper bag under her arm, walked back to the desk naturally, and opened the seat.

Asuka Maoze was as light as a cat, and her high heels didn't make any sound, so her presence was almost unnoticeable. She quietly sat back on the seat, put away the document bag containing her clothes, and then started to work slowly.

In the morning of the social animal, in the office full of people, the sound of keyboard tapping and paper flipping, the sound of employees walking around, and even the footsteps are hurried. Maoze Asuka processed two reports and quietly Raising his eyes, he was relieved to find that no one else was paying attention.

After she relaxed her body and mind, she concentrated on her work and quickly immersed herself in it. The whole morning passed quickly.

At noon, according to the original practice, she was supposed to hold the bento box and heat it in the lounge. She always made bento by herself, but she didn't go home at all last night, let alone cook.

Watching the clock turn to lunch time, Asuka Maozawa rubbed his deflated stomach. There was no time to eat in the morning, and there was no lunch box at noon, so he was hungry.

She used to make bento by herself, and she just started working in Tokyo. Now she checks the location of the nearest convenience store on her mobile phone, and then checks if there is enough time for her lunch break. If there is not enough time, there is no other way. .

Maoze Asuka put away the processed documents, stood up lazily, and sighed.

Before she finished sighing, she stopped abruptly. Just now, she seemed to have a feeling of being noticed. She touched the unkempt hair on the top of her head and looked around. Everyone was still concentrating on work, or tidying up. stuff, getting ready to eat.

Is it an illusion?But just now she really felt it, like a real gaze, falling on the top of her head.

Mao ZeAsuka sat back on the chair while thinking about it, propped his chin to think, and suddenly an idea popped up in his mind, grabbed the armrest of the chair and twisted around.

She turned around in a hurry and was immediately dumbfounded.

In front of her was a pitch-black chair back, which strictly blocked her view.

The office chair is very comfortable, with a soft cushion and a headrest that you can lean on. It can be laid flat when you rest at noon. , I love lazily huddled inside to bask in the sun, but at this moment, when I was staring at the back of the chair in a daze.

She suddenly became aware of her height clearly.

It's too much!What a design!Have you ever considered petite clients?It definitely wasn't because she was too short. Realizing what stupid thing she had done just now, Asuka Mosawa froze instantly, feeling ashamed and curling up her fingers.

She turned her head back, and it took a while before she felt the temperature on her face drop, but the fluctuation in her heart couldn't be stopped, curiosity was like a kitten scratching, and it was stirring in her heart , Mao ZeAsuka was restless, and wanted to look back again, but he didn't have the courage to look back.

She is such a fool, why should she sit back when she has already stood up?And after sitting back, I tried to turn my head to look at it, but the top of my head was not as high as the back of the chair. Isn't this self-inflicted humiliation?If her guess is true, wouldn't all of her mentally retarded behavior be seen?

No, no matter what, she has to confirm one of her ideas.

After thinking about it, Mao ZeAsuka suddenly had a flash of inspiration in her mind. She looked around to make sure that no one had noticed her, then took out her mobile phone from her pocket, and found Qihai Jianren's account in the company's group chat.

Just like his style, the profile picture of the simple pattern, the account number with almost no information.

Asuka Maoze looked at it for a while, took a deep breath, and pressed the screen carefully.

[Senior Qihai, the tags on the clothes have been removed. I want to transfer the money for the clothes to you. How much should I transfer? 】

She closed her eyes and sent the message. Looking at the lonely message on the snow-white screen, she felt conflicted and anxious. Even she couldn't explain what it was like, as if something was urging her to do something. Such a move is not an act of thought.

When she saw the message she had read after seeing the message, she suddenly regretted it.

What stupid thing was she doing? She was lying on the table, tapping the screen of her phone, and the screen was turned off, reflecting her swollen cheeks with a troubled look on her face.

However, she didn't struggle for too long, and the phone turned on again by itself.

【Don't pass it on to me】

Immediately afterwards, another message came.

【Work hard】

As soon as Maoze Asuka saw the message, he didn't care about regretting his behavior just now, and didn't care about all kinds of entanglements. He grabbed the phone and typed with all his heart.

【I have never worn this type of clothes before, is it not suitable for me? 】

This time the message was replied very quickly.

[Why do you think so? 】

[Because, Senior Qihai was watching just now, right?Isn't it because it's weird? 】

After she finished sending this message, she put her phone aside, stopped staring at the screen, and stared blankly ahead.

After a long while, the phone vibrated slightly, and Mao ZeAsuka did a long time of mental construction before he had the courage to look at the screen.

[Just because you stood up and sat down suddenly. 】

Just, stand up and sit down again?

In other words, are you really looking at her?

Maoze Asuka put the phone aside, lay down on the table, hid his face in his arms, his face bursting red.