This time she confesses

When she was about to get off work, Siyu found Jing Huan and handed her 200 yuan with a guilty face, "I'm sorry, Jing Huan."

Jing Huan looked at the hundred-yuan bill in his hand, was stunned for half a second and quickly returned it, "Sister Siyu, what are you doing?"

"Jing Huan, you can just accept it, otherwise I will feel really sorry. I didn't like such a beautiful bouquet of roses, so it turned out like this." The more Siyu said, the more embarrassed she became.

Jing Huan shirked life and death and refused to accept it. She knew very well in her heart that others were willing to help because of love, and there was nothing wrong with not helping. Besides, she proposed to put the flowers at Siyu's place. No one wants to see such a thing happen. arrive.

Seeing that Siyu blamed herself so much and had to pay for compensation out of her own pocket, Jing Huan also felt very embarrassed, "Sister Siyu, it's just a bunch of flowers. If it breaks, it will be broken. It doesn't matter. Anyway, take the flowers back and keep them for a long time. will wilt."

"What a beautiful rose, you didn't have time to appreciate it." Siyu thought for a while, but still felt that she should pay compensation. This time, she threw the money directly on Jing Huan's work station, then turned around and ran, turning her head while running and said: "You take the money, or I will feel bad."

Because he didn't look at the road, he bumped into the oncoming person.

Ke Qingyun staggered from being hit, and only after he stood firmly, he reprimanded softly: "Why are you walking so frizzy?"

"Mr. Ke, I'm sorry, are you okay?" Siyu looked like she was about to cry, and apologized with her head down.

Jing Huan was still holding a hundred yuan bill in his hand, and wanted to catch up and return it to Siyu, but when he saw Ke Qingyun who appeared at the door at some point, he froze suddenly, and subconsciously looked at the portable paper box at his feet.

Did she hear what she just said?

Did you know that the flowers she sent were torn like this?

Do you feel that you don't value what she sends?

Countless doubts flashed in my heart.

......

Ke Qingyun: "I'm fine, be more careful next time."

Siyu felt guilty and couldn't lift her head, and said in a muffled voice, "Got it, Mr. Ke, I will definitely pay attention next time."

"Okay, go get busy."

"Ah."

Jing Huan lowered her head in a panic, and her eyes quickly searched for things to do on the desktop to cover up her guilty conscience. Ke Qingyun had strode up to her and asked, "Are you almost done with the work at hand?"

Not talking about flowers, but talking about work.

Jing Huan was slightly taken aback: "Ah, it's almost over."

Ke Qingyun looked at her: "Let's put aside the work in hand, there will be a meeting later, and you will follow along to take the minutes of the meeting."

Without even thinking about it, Jing Huan said, "Okay, I'll get ready right now."

"Don't worry."

Ke Qingyun called Jing Huan to stop, and said, "You haven't eaten yet, you may have to work overtime later, I have hot food in the microwave oven in my office, you can eat something to fill your stomach first, the meeting will start at six o'clock, don't worry .”

"It's the same if I eat in the cafeteria." Since the meeting didn't start until six o'clock, there was still time for her to go downstairs to eat in the cafeteria.

But Ke Qingyun grabbed Jing Huan's arm and stared at her, "The meal is specially prepared for you, don't refuse me."

The tone was very soft, with the meaning of pleading, Jing Huan's heart trembled when he heard it, he raised his eyes to look at Ke Qingyun, pursed his lips and said softly: "I'm afraid it will affect badly."

"Just have a meal, and don't do anything else." Ke Qingyun smiled casually: "If you don't eat, the food will be wasted, which is the real impact."

Jing Huan was speechless, turned his head and glanced at the table, leaned over and grabbed his cup, "What did you order, do I need some water?"

Ke Qingyun smiled: "I still need your water to drink in my office."

Jing Huan lowered his head and whispered, "I like to drink the water in my own glass."

"Okay, then take the cup." Ke Qingyun smiled.

Jing Huan was actually quite uncomfortable when the orphans and widows started cooking in the office, but there was another powerful force bewitching her, so go in quickly.

The door of the office was gently closed, Ke Qingyun took out the hot food from the microwave oven, put it on the tea table, raised his head and asked Jing Huan: "There are still 10 minutes, is it enough?"

"enough."

Jing Huan picked up a pair of chopsticks, picked up the rice bowl, and slowly put rice into his mouth. Ke Qingyun smiled, picked up the other pair of chopsticks, and put food into Jing Huan's bowl: "Eat more."

"I'll do it myself." Jing Huan still couldn't help being polite.

Ke Qingyun didn't want Jing Huan to feel uncomfortable after eating, so he put down his chopsticks after picking it up twice, "Then you eat by yourself, I'll take care of some work."

"Aren't you going to eat?" Jing Huan raised his head and asked her.

Ke Qingyun: "This is for you, eat it."

"..." Jing Huan was stunned for a moment, "You did this yourself?"

Ke Qingyun smiled, noncommittal, and asked: "How does it taste?"

Jing Huan tried hard to recall the taste of the bamboo shoot that he ate just now. It was obviously the same dish, but after hearing Ke Qingyun say that she made it by herself, the taste seemed to become unique.

"Huh? Isn't it delicious?" Seeing that Jing Huan didn't speak, Ke Qingyun stopped holding the mouse, and looked away from the computer screen to look at Jing Huan.

Jing Huan held the bowl in his hand, and his heart was hot and swollen. After chewing and swallowing the fresh and tender fish, he lowered his head and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "It's delicious."

"Then eat more, you are too thin." From the first time he saw Jing Huan, Ke Qingyun had this feeling, the child is too thin, he should gain weight.

Jing Huan took a sip of the soup, his eyes seemed to be unable to focus, and he glanced around: "It doesn't look good when you're fat."

"I know you love beauty, but you see that your arms and legs are thin, and they seem to be blown away by the wind." Ke Qingyun smiled and said, "Mengmeng said that you ran 500 meters in the sports meeting. Got it?"

Jing Huan was not convinced, and looked at her with his eyes: "Why can't I bear it, my physical fitness is good."

"Think I'm long-winded?" Ke Qingyun looked at Jing Huan with a smile, his face was slapped, and all emotions were written on it.

Jing Huan shook her head: "No, I just want to clarify that I'm not as weak as I look, so don't look down on me."

"Okay, eat first, or you'll have to reheat it later." Ke Qingyun also understands the principle of not revealing people's faults when eating, so try to restrain yourself, talk less, and shift your attention to the PPT in front of you.

Jing Huan looked up and asked, "When did you do this?"

"Noon." Ke Qingyun said.

Jing Huan: "Did you go back at noon?"

"Ah."

While reading the presentation, Ke Qingyun recalled Jing Huan's words, "The community is so close to the company, it's not troublesome to go back."

It is not troublesome to go back and forth. The troublesome thing is cooking. Jing Huan roughly counted. There are five dishes and one soup for dinner. The portion is not much, but the variety is very rich, so when Jing Huan saw it for the first time, I thought it was Ke Qingyun calling for fast food.

"I don't need to be so troublesome in the future, the company has a restaurant."

"No trouble."

While Ke Qingyun was busy with work, she still wanted to talk to her. Jing Huan didn't bother her any more, and ate his meal quietly. When the meal was almost finished, Yao Jie suddenly pushed the door open and came in, announcing: "The meeting has started."

"Well, just come." Ke Qingyun closed the computer, looked at Jing Huan, and asked, "Have you finished eating?"

Jing Huan quickly wiped his mouth and stood up: "I'm done eating."

Yao Jie noticed that there were other people in the office, she glanced at Ke Qingyun with a smile, and there was something in her words: "I can't tell, Mr. Ke."

Although he didn't directly mention his name, Jing Huan always felt that he was talking about himself. He glanced around in embarrassment, and then it was the best plan to go: "I'll get the computer."

"it is good."

Yao Jie's eyes followed Jing Huan all the time, until her back was completely out of sight, and then she looked at Ke Qingyun with a smile. The smile was meaningful. Ke Qingyun seemed to know what Yao Jie was going to say. When she glanced at her, the corner of her mouth was about to smile Smiling, eyes seem to say: You just know it in your heart, don't say anything else.

"Okay, the iron tree is about to bloom." Yao Jie raised her eyebrows.

Ke Qingyun's face was very steady, and he said expressionlessly: "The meeting."

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At nine o'clock in the evening, Jing Huan dragged his exhausted body into the elevator, leaned on the side railing of the elevator like a boneless one, with drooping eyes, and looked down at the portable paper box in his right hand, which contained ruined roses petal.

Stare for a moment.

Jing Huan raised her head and stared at herself in the mirror of the elevator, full of thoughts. She thought that after the meeting, Ke Qingyun would say something to her, at least he would ask about the bouquet of flowers.

In the end, there was nothing, but she was told to go to bed early at night.

The more Ke Qingyun didn't say anything or ask, the more Jing Huan panicked in her heart. Although she said that it was just a bunch of flowers, it would be broken if it broke, but this was the first gift Ke Qingyun gave her. Bouquet of flowers, she knew deep down that she cared and valued it very much.

Nowadays, there are only petals left in the flowers, and the person who sent the flowers didn't pay attention. The more Jing Huan thought about it, the more frantic she became.

When he looked up and saw the half-open door, Jing Huan's heart skipped a beat suddenly, his hands froze in the air, and countless conjectures emerged in his mind, burglary?Forgot to lock the door?Thief?

Si Yao is on night shift today, why is the door unlocked.

Jing Huan's legs were a little weak, she slowly withdrew her hand, and turned around as if nothing happened, wanting to leave here quickly, but she was afraid of making noise and alarming the people inside, so her walking movements were a little stiff.

At this moment, footsteps and voices came from the room: "You should rest at home these days, and the hospital and the police will definitely give you justice."

"You're back." Si Yao sent the vice president and several persons in charge to the door, just in time to see Jing Huan coming back from get off work.

The moment Jing Huan heard Si Yao's voice, Jing Huan's heart sank a little, but the sweat on his forehead was still there, and he felt like crying, "You are at home, I thought—"

Two policemen and an elderly man in a Chinese tunic came out of the room. Standing next to them was Si Yao, with a white bandage around his neck and his elbows folded on his chest. His face was pale, without any trace of blood.

Seeing this scene, Jing Huan suddenly forgot what he said before, "You...what's wrong with you? Why are you injured?"