Sand sculpture boss is not secretly in love with me

Lin Song sent himself a tearful face, which meant that Lin Song was dissatisfied with him, but Pei Ming believed that he did not behave badly, and he was gentle and considerate afterwards and even prepared various preventive medicines.

Today I sent a message to Lin Song again to confirm his identity, and to ask someone out to talk.

Pei Ming couldn't figure it out, it couldn't be because he didn't perform well in bed, could it be that they, Song Song, were dissatisfied with their desires?

The 22-year-old young man is at the time when he is easily restless and energetic, and Pei Ming realized it.

"Pei, does Mr. Pei have any questions?"

The person in charge of the marketing department watched Pei Ming's face change all the way, and asked tremblingly.

Pei Ming: "Since these old employees are not very competitive, they should be resigned with a sum of compensation. As for those who have bought ultra-low-priced houses, as long as they make up the difference according to the price when they bought the house, the house will be left to them. "

"Don't follow the current price. Based on their estimates, no one can afford this year's house price."

"Alright Mr. Pei, I will communicate with the other party." Secretary Zhao said.

Pei Ming tapped his fingers on the table, and then said: "Legal and HR have worked together to sort out a list of people who need to be dismissed. In addition, I don't want to see anyone with selfish intentions in this matter."

After speaking, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and a powerful aura emanated from him, spreading towards everyone in the conference room.

In a society of human relations, anyone may know someone from Zehui, and they would try to find a relationship with the legal affairs and personnel affairs, but it is uncertain who will be fired.

"Okay." Several people nodded in unison, and their backs tightened when they were watched by Pei Ming.

Sijing Group has good benefits and excellent treatment. It is a well-known large enterprise in the industry. Although Pei Ming looks strict, the benefits that should be given are the best in the industry. Therefore, the position of Sijing is forced by the outside. If he is fired because of greed It's really not worth the candle.

For a while, everyone had their own considerations.

The conference room was emptied in an instant, Pei Ming sat without moving, staring at the smiling face on the phone, and asked Secretary Zhao seriously: "What would you do if someone sent you a smiling face?"

Secretary Zhao blurted out: "Smile back to him, I can't be the one who is embarrassed."

"Ahem, that Boss Pei's smiling expression doesn't necessarily mean that you are tearing up. Maybe the other party just wants to smile at you?"

When the smiling face first came out, it still had a very serious expression, but later on it was played by the young people with the intention of being aggressive. Secretary Zhao thought what if the person chatting with Mr. Pei was an old antique.

Pei Ming was barely comforted, and he gave Lin Song a dog's head expression backhandedly.

Lin Song:? ?

He stared at the phone again in a daze. Is Boss Pei sure he's in the right mind?

The people from the meeting came back, and the office was filled instantly. Lin Song heard about Ze Hui during their chat.

"What a coincidence?" It was Zehui again, and this time the house was involved. Lin Song suddenly thought that the Zhou family bought this house in Beijing more than ten years ago, and the timing just happened to catch up with Zehui's policy.

"Your afternoon tea." Makino put a mousse cake and coffee in front of Lin Song, "Both American and latte, it depends on which one you like."

The pastry is a well-known shop in this city. The items are small but exquisite, and the whole packaging is filled with the smell of anti-counterfeiting ink. This is obviously not an afternoon tea that a company's personnel will prepare for employees.

Lin Song raised his head and looked at Muye suspiciously, "Director Mu, this."

Makino put the things on his table, originally he was condescending, but for the convenience of speaking, he bent his knees slightly and looked at Lin Song, then said in a low voice, "The one above bought it."

Lin Song himself has the handsome appearance of the brother next door, and he is an excellent young graduate student. Although he is only an intern now, anyone with a discerning eye can see that he has unlimited potential.

There is no shortage of young people in the company, but now that Makino has made such a move, the people in the legal office have the same thought in their hearts: grass, good match!

Overlord X intern is not popular in an instant, and the CP of the boss X subordinate is very impressive.

"Okay, just eat when you're hungry in the afternoon." After finishing speaking, Muye stood up straight and left. His posture was unrestrained, not like a legal director, but he was a bit of a playboy. He is just a messenger, and he doesn't know what this Lin Song has. Charm can make Mr. Pei take care of him again and again.

There are small packets of sugar next to matcha mousse, mango pudding, Americano and latte.

Lin Song really didn't understand Pei Ming's meaning now, and sent him a dog's head emoji on WeChat, and then actually asked Muye to bring him afternoon tea. Couldn't Mr. Pei have a good conversation?

"Lin Song, you and Director Mu?" After Muye left, Li Jiang came over to inquire first, his standard Chinese character face was full of gossip, "This small amount is worth my weekly salary, you Just tell me, do you have a backer or are you in charge of the pastor?"

Lin Song is limited by his own conditions. Although he likes to eat some small pastries, most of the ones he buys are brands that are close to the people. The loose small bread bought in the supermarket is also delicious, but he really doesn’t know these high-end brands.

He thought about how much Li Jiang's weekly salary was, and then he was left with pain in the flesh, which was all money.

"It doesn't matter, maybe it's my compensation. I accompanied Supervisor Mu to the dinner last time." Lin Song swiped the things in front of him, and then deliberately raised his voice.

Lin Song was asked by Pei Ming to attend the dinner party with Mr. Zehui Wang, and everyone in the office knew about it.

After speaking, Lin Song could clearly feel that there were fewer unknown sightlines in the office.

"You enjoy it slowly, I'll go back to work first." Li Jiang patted Lin Song's shoulder with sympathy.

Whatever they think, Lin Song himself is not someone who cares about what other people think.

Before eating, he adjusted the angle of the pastry and took a picture of the food, but he didn't send it to Pei Ming. Instead, he opened the circle of friends that he hadn't used for a long time, and posted it after a long absence.

Song Song wants to get rich: "I'm very happy, but I don't like coffee." The accompanying picture is a group photo of pastries and coffee.

Since Pei Ming delivered the things, he glanced at the VX from time to time. Unfortunately, there were only work reminders on the phone, and someone was as quiet as Siri.

Just when he swiped VX again, he finally noticed the little red dot in the upper right corner.

"Don't like coffee?"

Pei Ming squinted his eyes with his chin in his hands, and then made an internal call to Secretary Zhao.

Twenty minutes later, there was another afternoon tea on Lin Song's table, which was freshly squeezed mango juice from the same shop.

"I'm here again?" Now even Li Jiang couldn't help being jealous, "Lin Song, are you really just participating in a drinking game, and not selling yourself?"

Lin Song: ...

He ignored Li Jiang's ridicule and posted another Moments, but this time the content was set to be visible only to one person.

Song Song wants to get rich: "Refill."

"Heh." The corners of Pei Ming's lips raised slightly, and the corners of his brows and eyes were stained with smiles.

The premonition of some things is probably a good spirit, but a bad spirit.

Lin Song was right. Zhou's house was indeed one of those people from Zehui who bought it at a super low price at that time. Now news has spread from Zehui that some employees will be fired.

People are panicking, especially those who have already settled down in Beijing, worried that the house will be taken back and there will be no land to live in. After hearing that they will be asked to make up the money, they will start to argue about why they should pay.

Even if it is calculated according to the housing prices in Beijing ten years ago, it is not a small sum, but compared to the current housing prices in Beijing, it is at least within the range that ordinary people can afford.

Unfortunately, people are never satisfied.

Lin Song received a call from Zheng Wan on a Wednesday, when he was enjoying his unique afternoon tea.

Pei Ming seemed to have tasted the sweetness. Every weekday afternoon, he ordered an afternoon tea for Lin Song on time, and then Muye brought it over, and then waited for feedback from Lin Song's circle of friends.

"Mom, I'm not responsible for this, and I don't know the specific situation." Lin Song stood in front of the window of the tea room, staring at himself in the mirror in a daze.

The person inside has a pair of smiling eyes, fair complexion and outstanding height, looking very charming.

"Song Song, I know you blame me, but anyway, Chunming has taken care of you for so many years, mother alone can't make you so big." Zheng Wan sighed on the other end of the phone, trying to get Lin Song to give up. He scouts for news.

Lin Song: "Mom, let's not say that the list has not yet been decided, and even if it is determined based on Uncle Zhou's income, he must have saved 50 over the years, or he can sell the car to offset part of the income. The house at home It's easy to stay."

When Zheng Wan heard this, she became anxious: "We still have to drive the car, how can we sell it? When something happens, we sell the car and spread the word about how our friends think about us. Besides, we haven't saved any money. Do you think the cost of raising a child is low? ?”

Lin Song really doesn't know the cost of raising a child. Anyway, he thinks the cost of raising himself is quite low.

"Mom, if I said that the chairman issued the document, whoever gets involved in this matter will be fired, would you still ask me to inquire?

Zheng Wan on the other side paused for a moment, and then said falteringly: "Lin Lin, you, you are so good, you should not worry about finding a job, right?"

The sunlight outside was a bit dazzling, Lin Song held the phone in one hand and stretched out his hand on his forehead to block part of the light, but he suddenly felt a little cold even though he was in the sun.

Cold all over.

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The author has something to say:

16-year-old Lin Song was unhappy, and 25-year-old Pei Ming quietly bought him a piece of cake, then found a child to send it to Lin Song, and left a message on it: Don't cry.

Refill, Sahua, here I come, welcome to comment and collect