Sand sculpture boss is not secretly in love with me

"Name?"

"Lin Song."

"The reason and process of the report."

"This is the police comrade. For half a month, I found myself being followed by a black car on the way home. The other party's license plate ending number is: 368."

After Lin Song pressed the elevator, he continued to explain to the police officer on WeChat. He left a record of calling the police there at noon, and the policeman who received him said that he would investigate.

Strange to say, he came to work in the science and technology park on April 4, and every night after the Ching Ming Festival, when he came home by bike, there was a car behind him.

At first Lin Song thought it was a coincidence, but later found that no matter whether he was riding fast or slow, the car always followed him.

Although the law and order in Beijing has been good in recent years, boys must know how to protect themselves when they are outside. Lin Song did not hesitate to call the police.

"Sorry, I didn't see how many people were inside, and I didn't dare to take a closer look at the film on it."

After replying another message, the elevator beeped, and Lin Song had arrived at the legal department on the 12th floor of the Sijing Building.

Sijing is a large comprehensive group with a competitive advantage in all aspects of its products and internal benefits in the industry. Of course, its management is notoriously strict.

Lin Song put away his mobile phone and walked quickly to the office area, his thin and slender legs were reflected in the glass windows on both sides.

"Boss Pei, the contract has been drafted according to your wishes, please have a look at it." Lin Song heard the respectful voice of their supervisor Mu Ye before he reached the door.

There is only one person in the whole building who can be called Mr. Pei—Pei Ming, the chairman of Sijing Group.

Lin Song subconsciously pulled the corner of his clothes with his fingers. When he entered the door, he glanced at his own figure from the corner of his eyes in the mirror. The person inside was tall and tall, and there was no wrinkle on the clothes.

"Director Mu, Mr. Pei." The two men were at the door, and Lin Song greeted them in a low voice when they passed by, and immediately straightened their backs when they lowered their heads.

Muye was happy to let the newcomer show his face in front of the chairman, so he specially introduced a sentence: "Mr. Pei, this is a new intern in our department. He is only 22 years old and has already completed his third year of graduate school."

Pei Ming's long legs were wrapped in gray trousers, and his shirt was rolled up to the elbows to reveal a section of wheat-colored skin. His sharp eyebrows swept across Lin Song's handsome face, and his complexion did not change at first glance.

"En." Pei Ming nodded slightly.

Lin Song nodded towards the other party again, and then returned to his seat in a hurry. He knew himself not to hinder the eyes of the big boss.

The figure on the glass door swayed, and after a while, the young man sat in front of the computer and started typing.

Pei Ming withdrew his gaze, glanced casually, and then threw the contract to Muye: "Amend the third and sixth articles of the contract, send them to my email after the revision, and Secretary Zhao will confirm the specific terms with you."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Muye to speak, Pei Ming stepped out of the door with long legs and walked towards the elevator, only leaving Muye with an incomparably noble and cold back, which made people fearful.

When someone walked into the elevator, the legal department breathed out.

"It's scary, what is Mr. Pei doing here so well?"

"Shut up, I just sat up straight for fear of leaving a lazy impression on Mr. Pei."

"Director Mu, tell me, what is Mr. Pei doing here?" an employee asked.

Makino rolled up the contract and knocked on the other party's head twice, "The contract is unqualified, please change it again."

He was still wondering, seeing that the secretary department notified him about such a small matter as the contract, how could he dare to work hard on Mr. Pei's big fight? Could it be that Mr. Pei felt that their legal department had been loose recently and wanted to come down to supervise in person?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, and Makino felt in his heart that he should discipline these subordinates from now on.

The president's exclusive elevator is in the innermost part, with a 180-degree view setting. After entering, as the elevator rises, you can see the scenery of more than half of Beijing.

There was only Pei Ming in the elevator, and he had no time to appreciate the scenery outside or think about the contract just now.

Knowing that there was no one around, Pei Ming still glanced at the elevator, then took out his phone, turned his back to the camera, opened WeChat, found a familiar group chat, and tapped the screen of the phone with his slender fingers.

"He looked at me, he looked at me three times today."

"Three eyes, three eyes!!!"

"Our Song Song is handsome again, this lake blue denim shirt suits his complexion very well."

Nan: "The tone of your speech is comparable to that of a subway idiot."

Bei: "It must be your daily escort that he noticed. My lover's idea will definitely work. I believe that now your baby has found your license plate information and knows that you have worked hard to escort him home. Now I am not sure what to do. Thank you."

Ming: "He rides for an hour every night to get home. He also knows that it is not safe for a boy to go home alone. He must have guessed that I drive behind him every night to protect him and to light his way forward."

Bei: "He must be completely moved in his heart now. If you look at him three times today, maybe you will be able to strike up a conversation tomorrow."

South:"……"

After thinking about the scene of chatting with Lin Song, the smile on Pei Ming's face deepened, and he felt that the road ahead was open.

drop!The elevator stops on the 28th floor, and the elevator is facing the corridor, which is the living room, and then there is the secretary's office and then the chairman's office area.

The moment he got out of the elevator, Pei Ming stuffed his phone back into his pocket, his smile faded away, his expression was calm and his steps were firm as he walked with wind, the people from the president's office greeted him from a distance, and everyone kept their voices quiet when they passed by him, for fear of Mess with your boss.

It was only after returning to his office that Pei Ming looked at his phone again. There were 5 new messages on WeChat, and the latest one, Jiangbei Aite, caught him.

"Brother Ming, I think you can now think about which restaurant to date in the future, success in the top position is just around the corner."

dating?The corners of Pei Ming's lips rose, and he ranked the restaurants in Beijing in his mind.

The Sijing Group is like a machine that runs day and night. The small parts in Lin Song's department are busy running around. After sorting out a few contracts in a hurry in the afternoon, they even went to the HR department as an errand.

"Lin Song, you have only been here for a month, so you don't need to intervene in the acquisition of Zehui. It just so happens that there are clauses in our new employee contract that need to be corrected. In the past few days, you should go to the HR department a few times to communicate with the other party."

Zhang Doudou followed up on a small stiletto and said, and at the same time gave Lin Song a paper document, which outlined some terms that needed to be checked.

After finishing speaking, she walked away again. Zehui is one of the best beverage groups in Beijing. However, the single product has gone downhill in the past two years, and Sijing is ready to acquire the other party.

Lin Song had heard about this case before he joined the job, and he stared at the paper in his hand with drooping eyelashes, with a humble expression on his face.

When Zhang Doudou was gone, Li Jiang next door patted him on the shoulder sympathetically.

"Don't be discouraged, next time there is a project, I will let you in. This time you are also late." Li Jiang turned his head to look at the busy crowd, put his big hands on Lin Song's shoulders and pulled them towards him, and asked in a low voice road.

"Have you offended Sister Zhang before? Why do I feel that she is targeting you?"

A 22-year-old graduate student in the third year of graduate school, with an excellent resume and a recommendation from a famous director, shouldn't be treated as a newcomer's errands.

Lin Song's beautiful eyes rolled, and he moved the chair back just to avoid Li Jiang's hand, and his voice was gentle and unmistakable: "I don't know, maybe the other party wants to exercise me."

After speaking, he tapped his fingers on the keyboard. The last contract has not been sorted out yet, and he has to catch up with the progress today.However, thinking of what happened at noon, the corners of Lin Song's lips raised slightly, forming a shallow dimple.

Seeing that the other party ignored this trouble, Li Jiang felt bored, touched his nose and went back to work.

Sijing's normal off-duty time is 06:30 in the evening, but overtime work is already the norm here, especially for the legal department.

Lin Song is a small errand and odd job, and he gets off work at nine o'clock three days a week.

At [-] o'clock in the evening, the outside of Beijing is full of lights, and the large LED screen opposite the Sijing Building is flickering, showing a video of a celebrity.

Lin Song doesn't follow stars very much, he glanced away and then looked away, then found a shared bicycle and found out earphones, wearing one ear.

I called the police during the day, and the people at the police station said they would deal with it, and I don’t know what the outcome would be. Lin Song was thinking about it while riding his bicycle, but his attention was distracted a lot, and he didn’t see the familiar car parked in the Sijing Building. Drive out of the field, and follow him far behind again.

The lights in the car were not turned on, and Pei Mingduan sat upright in the middle of the back seat. This angle allowed him to see Lin Song in front of him as soon as he raised his head.

"Mr. Pei, you've been a black-car idiot for half a month, are you really going to go down and say hello?"

The driver Lao Zheng asked. He has been with Pei Ming for many years and knows his temper, and he speaks boldly than others: "I think Mr. Lin has a good temper. You can boldly go up and ask for a WeChat. Young people have contact information. You come and I go and that's it."

WeChat?A light flashed in Pei Ming's eyes, and then he shook his head again.

"not the right time yet."

The speed of the car was less than ten miles, and Old Zheng was very leisurely. "Are you afraid that Mr. Lin will know your identity and dare not associate with you?"

"I don't think that's the case. Isn't that how it's shown on TV? The president and his subordinates live together while chatting, and the presidents on TV are not good-looking and ugly."

Beauty is in the eyes of acquaintances, no matter how you look at it, Lao Zheng thinks that his president is better than the arctic circle on TV.

Pei Ming: ...

"Stop watching boring TV."

Just after he finished speaking, his phone beeped twice, and someone in the WeChat group tweeted him.

Bei: "@贝明, how is brother, have you talked tonight? According to "The Law of Chasing People", today is your chance to make a move."

There was an intersection ahead, and Lin Song's bicycle was parked on the side, and there were four cars between their car and him. Pei Ming glanced at Lin Song's back with his deep eyes, and secretly sighed in his heart that he was the one who fell in love with him. Even his back is so charming.

"No, I'm going to get out of the car and say hello to him when I get there."

"The street lights at the entrance of their community are broken, and there are many elderly people in the community, and there are few people who go out to do activities at night. It is a good place."

Bei: "Thumbs"

Nan: "Be careful of being caught."

Pei Ming was in a good mood and didn't bother to pay attention to Jiangnan. He turned off his phone and continued to stare at Lin Song's back in a daze.

Isn't it too old-fashioned to say hello directly, and Lin Song knows his identity, how can he speak in a less serious way, so that Lin Song can remember him at a glance?

The red light turned yellow and then the green light appeared. Lin Song pedaled his bicycle and walked along the crowd. Just as Lao Zheng was about to start the car to follow, their windows were knocked on.

The only ones who knocked on the window at this stall were handing out leaflets. Old Zheng drooped his eyelids, lowered the window and was about to start the car, and said angrily, "No leaflets will be accepted."

As soon as he finished speaking, an arm in a blue shirt stretched out from the window next to the driver's seat, holding a certificate with the national emblem in his dark hand.

The other party's tone was cold and serious: "Comrade, it's not a leaflet, come with us."

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La la la, I'm here to update. Randomly drop small red envelopes as usual. Usually, the daily update is at [-]:[-] p.m. If something happens, I will ask for leave in the copywriting