Passionate to know

"I lost an arm and just opened one eye."

When An Zhi read this sentence, his eyes drifted away, he raised his hand and rubbed his earlobe, and then closed the book.

As soon as he closed the book, the phone tactfully came to make a call.

Anzhi pressed the answer button.

"Hey, Anzhi, everything has been handed over here, do you have any other requests?"

An Zhi didn't say a word, the voice on the phone was a little cautious, as if he had received a reply from An Zhi and continued.

"Your information and documents have also been mailed to you. There should be no other problems, then I, I..."

There was some hesitation and worry on the other end of the phone, but An Zhi remained silent.

There was an awkward silence for a while.

"Hmm." Finally, An Zhi replied.

"Okay, okay," the other party breathed a sigh of relief, "You can go to work tomorrow." After speaking, he hurriedly hung up the phone.

An Zhi put down her phone and walked to the window.

The summer sun is the best beautician. It illuminates the bustling, steel-and-concrete city brightly, while those shabby alleys and shabby rooms are hidden in the shadow of tall buildings.

An Zhi looked at it for a while, picked up the key and went out.

City A, Jager Street.

A symbol of wealth and status in this bustling city.This is not only a shopping mall for confrontation, but also a life of luxury and luxury.

The most stylish building on Yage Street belongs to Yujing Company under the name of Song Group.Starting with jewelry design, it has expanded to the fashion industry in just a few years, and now it is an enviable gold brand.

But no one could have imagined that at this very moment, the top office of this imposing Yujing Company was in full swing.

"Snap---"

The sudden sound of falling from the president's office made the employees outside tremble.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and then bowed their heads to do things again, as if they didn't hear it.

"You are too much!!"

After a piercing soprano, a beautiful figure flashed out of the door, slammed the door violently, and left angrily.

In the office, there are debris all over the place.

"Let me say," a slender man sat on the sofa and looked at the person at the desk jokingly, "How did you make Xiao Ling'er angry?"

The man who was asked looked at the report without looking up: "I fired the designer she hired."

"Huh? No wonder Xiao Ling'er smashed you, Zhiyang, this is the fifth time you have resigned..."

Song Zhiyang put down the report and raised his eyebrows: "The people she found are not to my taste."

"Poor little Ling'er~" the man smiled playfully, "This time she's really angry with you, it looks like she's going to give up on her."

"Will not."

"Oh?"

Song Zhiyang smiled inexplicably, pressed the speakerphone on the landline on the table, and dialed a series of numbers skillfully.

There was a roar as soon as it was connected.

"Song! Zhi! Yang! I won't work for you no matter what I say! You can find someone else! Just your wonderful taste that can be compared to looking up at the stars! If I can find someone who is satisfied! I will eat ten Canned herring!!"

"Tang Ling, help me one more time."

"impossible!"

"Really?"

"absolute!"

"I can give you the video of Xiao Yu singing drunk last time."

"make a deal!"

"Pfft..." Xiao Yu, the man who was sitting on the sofa just now, was so frightened that he took a sip of hot tea and handed it to the carpet.

"Song, Zhi, Yang, do you pack and buy buddies like this?"

Xiao Yu's handsome face was already gnashing his teeth.

Song Zhiyang was obviously in a happy mood at the moment, picked up his phone and walked towards the door: "Who made you so valuable? Let alone---"

As he spoke, he stepped out the door, turned around and said with a smile, "I can laugh for a year with that video of yours."

Song Zhiyang walked all the way to the door of the company when his phone vibrated, it was a text message from Tang Ling.

"I found another one for you. It turned out to be from a branch company. I sent your work and resume to your email. Okay, this is the last time! PS: Here's the video!"

Song Zhiyang smiled and had no choice but to turn around and go back.

When he walked to the elevator, there was someone waiting.It was time to get off work, and the elevator came a little slowly.Song Zhiyang looked at him, he was holding a heavy-looking cardboard box, but he stood upright, his face was unstable, as if the things in his hands were weightless.

New employees?Song Zhiyang recalled it in his mind, but he had no impression.

Di--the elevator arrived, Song Zhiyang walked into the elevator, pressed the floor, looked sideways at the man: "Which floor are you going to?"

The man paused, pursed his lips, and said in a very soft voice, "The seventh floor."

very familiar.This was Song Zhiyang's feeling for a moment.

His voice is very soft, very clean, but very clear.Song Zhiyang felt that he had heard it somewhere before.

His vague appearance is projected on the glass of the transparent elevator.His face was delicate and clean, his eyes were covered by thin bangs, and the lines from his chin to his ears were also very delicate.It's just that his complexion is a little pale, almost weak, and even his lips are light.

Song Zhiyang stared straight at his projection, as if something was about to come out in his brain.

Ding---the seventh floor is here.

"Meet you for the first time," the man said in a still cold voice, as if he didn't want to speak, "thank you."

Then turned around and walked out of the elevator.

Song Zhiyang looked at his thin back, his eyes became clear for a while.

"It's not our first meeting."

Song Zhiyang's voice was magnetic and pleasant, with a hint of a smile on his face, the man stopped in his footsteps.

The elevator slowly closed, and he spoke again.

"It's been a long time, An Zhi."