Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

I went to the back of the car and took a bottle of water, handed it to Miss Pan De, and sat down beside it.

She is really good at controlling it in every measure. When we were sitting in the back of the bus and chatting just now, Miss Pan De gave me a very different feeling from this moment. I don't know if she was intentional or unintentional, maybe it was me who was intentional, or it was my guilty conscience. Yimin got the ball into the bunker and changed clubs to the side of the car. At the moment, he was very focused and seemed to be considering strategy. His skills are average, and Kevin seems to be determined to win the game. Xu Xin was talking to us not far away. I was the closest to Miss Pan De, but I felt the farthest.

I can't even sit still at the moment. In retrospect, the first time I had a car with the big boss, I was so nervous today. I was afraid of saying a wrong word or taking a wrong step on the road, so I wished to strictly manage the breathing rate. At that time, I was still sitting in the co-pilot. I didn't have to face the pressure of my immediate boss. The nervousness was overcome several times, but fortunately, no work mistakes were made.

Capital smashes the bones and **** the marrow, but capitalists are just human beings.

I calmed down for a while and said, "Will you work on weekends?"

Her subordinates are all nearby, and the topic can't be chosen too personally.

"Rarely." She unscrewed the water bottle. "Starting from the project manager, it will be busier on weekends. You have a flexible working system, right?"

I nodded: "But most employees will arrive at the company before 9:30. If you want to work from home temporarily, it is an advantage not to submit an application."

"Working from home will be a trend."

"Then no overtime pay will also become a trend." I looked back at her with a smile, "A partner like you has to work from nine o'clock in the East Eighth District to nine o'clock in the West Eighth District."

She seemed to have seriously imagined the scene, frowned slightly, and looked up at me: "You said my throat broke first, or my heart?"

"Your liver." I said, "By then, a good partner will have 20 or 30 livers in the abdominal cavity."

She laughed: "What?"

I looked at her and thought that there was no way to explain it. I just said: "It depends on who is going to bear the stress of restless sleep."

"I have an idea." She said suddenly, "First of all, immigrate to an eternal planet somewhere outside the earth..."

"Then turn sunflowers into labor?"

She raised her eyebrows: "Your method is better."

I folded my arms and deliberately leaned back: "Yes, now I start to thank God, I don't have the talent to be an entrepreneur."

"So you love the world?" She leaned her arm on the armrest and looked at me with the back of her hand.

"Oh! Please, no," I quickly denied, "I am an atheist."

She didn't speak at first, just sat down again and looked forward. At this time we intend to drive forward. Miss Pan De still didn't look at me, but quietly said: "It's a coincidence."

I turned my head, she still looked into the distance, her long hair concealed the looming earrings.

It was almost three o'clock in the afternoon after the ball was played. I didn't plan to have dinner with them, and it was rare for Kevin to decline the invitation, but after a second thought, I guessed that he was going to talk to me. I didn’t ventilate with him. I just stood aside and said to Miss Pan De, "What do you think? We can go eat that Malay food together, if you are free tomorrow."

"I am willing, Yao." I realized she was going to reject me, "but tomorrow I need to deal with something, shall we go back next time?"

She ended up using the phrase "I would love to get an extension ticket." At this moment, a guest was discussing the issue of ticket extension on rainy days with people from the stadium club. I joked: "The extension ticket of this stadium is only valid for one month."

Today is the 29th, the last day of February.

"How about this," she looked at me suddenly, "are you free next?"

We ended up eating Italian food.

The sweaty guys left by themselves, and Miss Pande and I took a taxi to Newton. I didn’t expect both of us to go to this store. I was hesitant to eat noodles. After all, the food may not look good, but their spaghetti with green sauce is the number one in Singapore in my mind, and they are all regular customers. She will forgive me.

"I tried not to say anything, but I still can't help it," I looked at her while waiting for the meal, "Are you only as amazing as Saturday, or do you do it every day?"

She was wearing a Saxon blue pencil striped shirt with the second button buttoned down. Just looking at the shoulder line, she knew it was a good linen. This blue really matched her, and made people fall into her eyes unconsciously.

Her eyes flashed brightly, and she said, "Are you so good only in front of me, or are you so good in front of everyone?"

"Is this also a fabric made in India? I only know that Indian cotton fabrics are very famous." I avoided answering.

Maybe because the subordinate is not there, she looks a little more lazy than usual. I suddenly remembered the first time I saw her on the sixteenth floor. Miss Pande shook her head and said, "This is BairdMcNutt."

It is a member of the Irish Linen Association. In other words, this is an Irish linen shirt.

"A wise choice." I said. Nothing is more comfortable this day than a breathable, non-sticky linen shirt.

She blinked: "The same words for you."

"My piece is ready-to-wear. I bought French puffs from Muji." I said, "Now that their pricing strategy has been adjusted, they can no longer buy such a shirt. It's a pity."

"You seem to really care about fabrics." She moved closer, "Tell me why."

Is she interested in this topic? I couldn’t make up my mind, so I simply said, “It’s very simple. I care more about the clothes themselves than the brand or some marketing concept. It’s the word “clothes” made up of “fabric” and nothing else. ."

She did not comment on what I said, but just responded: “The glorious era of fabric dealers will never come back. Ready-to-wear brands have replaced textile factories and are familiar to consumers. Even the audience of zero-cut fabrics is becoming more and more popular today. Talk about the tailor-made suit shop, the Tokyo tailor who came back from Italy, rather than a specific fabric. This is more obvious for Asian suit customers."

"But the textile brand is undoubtedly stronger." I actually wanted to say that they made a lot more money than before, but that was too vulgar. "In the past, people only bought clothes once a year. Since the advent of fashion, the consumption rate of clothing has been greatly reduced. The floor has improved, and people have more and more things in their closets. And shopping websites are also contributing to the flames. In the case of Greater China, because of the existence of orange software, some fashionable young people receive packages every week or even every day."

"You're right." She looked at the napkin, "Fabric has become an element of the designer's hand. Some people will say that it is the basis of clothing, I feel that it is no different from design language or pricing strategy."

"From another point of view, cutting is really important." I saw that she was not interested, so I said, "For example, the shoulder line of your shirt... Is it possible for you to reveal a little? I promise not to talk to anyone. Say. Who is your tailor?"

She turned her head to conceal her smile and said, "It's nothing special. I wore this shirt for the first time. Any linen will get wrinkled after washing many times, and Irish linen is no exception. You can say that this is the characteristic of linen. "

I raised my eyebrows. Her figure must be maintained very well.

At this time, the side dish cat ears ordered by Miss Pan De came up. She invited me to have a meal again-when ordering, she said we could share it together. I thought she was polite at the time and refused very tactfully-she looked really sincere and I didn't want to be unfriendly, so just take it The spoon scooped a piece. I really didn't expect that she would be willing to eat the same dish as me. Not to mention that we are just a working partner. The boss and I are already very close. He has never agreed to eat a Chinese meal with me. I know this may be a habit of Indians, just like we northerners rarely use public chopsticks.

She really doesn't seem to mind. Seeing that I tasted it, she immediately asked: "How is it?"

"Very good." I said, because she looked very expectant, I couldn't bear to tell the truth. I added: "But this is not the best cat ear noodles I have ever eaten. There is a small restaurant opened by Italian immigrants in Somerville, which later moved to downtown Boston. Their cat ears...I went to MIT I ate it once in my second year and I will never forget it. That’s why I have never tasted this cat ear noodle."

"I know the store you are talking about. I went there in my first year of university, and then I went too frequently on weekends for a while, and ended up weighing four pounds." She put her face in one hand and was lost in memory, "But their pizza …"

"Oh. Forget about it!" I looked at her and smiled.

"I thought it had been a long time ago." When the staple food came up, she suddenly said, "I was talking about college. But when we talked about it, I found that the memory is very clear, just like those streets and food It was the same in my life yesterday."

"Some people are just the opposite of you." I tried to roll pasta like an adult. "When you start a full-time job, time really flies. Some people think that the days of being a student are like yesterday. He still remembers what he bought for the first year-end bonus-he has been working for ten years."

"Why do you use a fork like a child?" she said.

"Well, I was noticed by you." I was taken aback, joking, "You can understand that this is the appearance of my childlike innocence."

"Is that so?"

"That's it."

She smiled faintly: "Which one are you?"

"what?"

"The topic just now. Do you think campus life was just yesterday?"

After lunch, we all seemed to feel a little bit unfinished.