Song of Qingqiu

Finally the next morning came.Bai Qian got up early, sat down in front of the dressing table, put on light makeup, and gathered her long hair that was usually loose.A bun was pulled neatly behind her head.She looked at herself in the mirror and felt that she was quite professional and capable.Only then did he pick up his bag and push open the door, but the moment he walked out, he looked at himself in the mirror again. Although he couldn't see anything wrong, he was still uneasy and apprehensive.

After all, she had only experienced this kind of battle with Zheyan once or twice in the past three years, and before, she just sat on the sidelines and took notes.But this time it was different, not only did she have to appear on the stage by herself, but she was also the first to speak.She was totally unsure of what was about to happen.

Zheyan's dress and attire today are extremely exquisite.The hair was obviously waxed, neat and shiny.A neat suit, with a dark tie, every detail is extremely in place.Zheyan seldom dresses herself up so carefully, which shows that today's meeting is unusual.

When Zheyan saw her, she didn't even smile, she didn't make a joke or haha, she was so serious that she was abnormally serious, and she just led her into the meeting room.Sure enough, as soon as they walked into the meeting room, they saw the figure of the big boss.

Bai Qian has been in the company for three years, this is the second time he has met the big boss.She could feel the extremely dull and depressing atmosphere in the meeting room today.Everyone here seems not to have a meeting, but more like a battlefield on the front line of life and death.The smell of murder and blood can even be smelled in the air.

Bai Qian picked a corner seat and sat down.Zheyan took out his mobile phone, made a call to someone in front of the window, then turned to the big boss, and said seriously: "I specially equipped a simultaneous interpreter for today's meeting." Zheyan said, and told the meeting Pointing outside the door of the room.

Bai Qian also looked in the direction of his finger, and was very surprised to see an all-too-familiar figure.Bai Qian couldn't help but rejoice in her heart: it turned out that the simultaneous interpreter was Mo Yuan.It's familiar yet different.Mo Yuan was wearing a suit and tie today very neatly.Bai Qian has always seen him in casual attire, casual and unrestrained.She had never seen such a serious look in a suit and leather shoes like today.

Among the men in business attire, Ye Hua is the most handsome person Bai Qian has ever seen.Because Yehua has a kind of elegance that is revealed because of its delicacy.But compared to Mo Yuan, Ye Hua's elegance seems superficial and pussy.Mo Yuan's straight figure was perfectly complemented by the exquisitely tailored suit, coupled with his handsome face with sharp edges and corners, it made him even more graceful and graceful.Bai Qian was shaken by him.

At this time, people from GA company also arrived. Presentation will officially start.

Bai Qian felt that she suddenly calmed down when she saw Mo Yuan, walked to the front of the stage unhurriedly, turned her back to the big projection screen, and talked according to Mo Yuan's teaching.Because the meeting was held in SL Company, although there were simultaneous interpretation equipment, but there was no dedicated booth for simultaneous interpretation like the regular venue, so Mo Yuan sat at a corner of the conference table.He didn't mind such an arrangement, on the contrary he found it natural.The most important thing is that from this angle, Bai Qian can be seen clearly.

He just looked at her, stood in front of the stage like that, pursed his lips slightly, looked down at the computer in front of him, and then spoke slowly.Take it easy, take every word, but every word is sonorous.The rationality in English and the gentleness of Orientals are all in her body.Behind her is a picture of her own choice.The bright sunshine in the office, the candid smiles of colleagues, and the modern city view of Qingqiu.Mo Yuan felt that at this moment, no one would associate SL Company with the black factory that blended low-quality milk.

In Mo Yuan's eyes, Bai Qian itself is like a painting and a flower.Mo Yuan didn't know how to describe her for a moment.It is said that she is like the water lily described by Monet, but she is more flexible and jumping than the lotus in the French garden, and it is much more colorful.It is said that she is like the lilac in Dai Wangshu's works, swaying quietly with a dark fragrance.But she has too much power to frighten the soul than Lilac.But this power was unstoppable to him.

He suddenly became jealous of Dai Wangshu, who could meet that girl like Lilac in the alley in the rain.He was even more jealous of Monet, who could paint that pool of lotus like that.In the morning, in the afternoon, in the sun, in the rain.Facing her, looking at her, you can have a panoramic view of all kinds of light, all kinds of images, and all kinds of charm.

Mo Yuan only felt that his heart was suddenly pricked, and it hurt very much.He tried hard to remind himself that he was still doing translation work, he had to be professional and not be distracted.Even for the sake of shame.

But it so happened that at this time, Bai Qian raised her head, smoothed out the hair that fell on her forehead, and pinned a few strands behind her ears.She raised her eyes unsurely, and looked at him inquiringly.Mo Yuan only felt that at the moment when his eyes met, he had completely sunk into those water-like pupils.