Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

Kevin and I have arranged to meet each other at a time this weekend.

Shan Jia Ergu also knows how to recognize the right measure, and if he loses his right measure, he also misses a good opportunity. At present, it seems that I have a good grasp of the scale of measure: I don't know if I have exercised it with Miss Pende.

Since I was mentioned by her once, I have been awkward to see An Ning recently. I decided to think about it, I always felt that it was not the case; but people can't always think about it, and when they relax their guard, Miss Pan De's determined words seem to linger in my ears again.

After the meeting, I quietly looked towards Anning.

It's not that she would never like me.

——Where does she look crooked?

Suddenly, my heart was chilled. It was almost the same time in the meeting room, who cleared his throat.

Miss Pan De's gaze retracted from the presentation, looked around the room, and finally stopped at the opposite side: "Is it possible for the technicians in the department to issue a list of low-level logic requirements for system refactoring before the end of this Friday? "

She is watching Anning.

The tranquility that has been stared at is nothing more than a bit of dissatisfaction in my heart, but I can only support it. The rest of the people are better, pretending to be an ostrich, and staying wandering away from the sky, anyway, no one wants to wade in the muddy water.

After speaking, Miss Pan De glanced at me as if she felt something in her heart, but only for a moment, her gaze changed again and she turned to Old Huang, as if he was the target originally.

Ms. Pan De added: "Of course this involves a lot of sorting work... This is also an excellent opportunity to verify the collaboration of the two departments again before the arrival of the node. I will make sure that our team will cooperate with you wholeheartedly. Xiuwen, what do you think? How about it?"

Lao Huang's face was awkward, but he immediately said: "We can carry out targeted discussions on the basis of the original system, so that we can also achieve a balance between time limit and effect."

Miss Pan De nodded appreciatively, and finally, her eyes swept over me again.

I only lowered my head slightly, just avoiding her sight, pretending to be irrelevant to myself; I procrastinated for a moment, had a glance with Lao Huang, and then looked at the screen with ease.

At the end of the meeting, Lao Huang dragged me: "I may be thinking too much...but do you think that Sonia is aimed at us?"

I lied and did not draft: "Since the argument about the self-research system, when did they give people the illusion of, ‘oh, we want to show mercy to you guys’?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant." Old Huang was sneaky, looking left and right when speaking, not knowing what he was being wary of, "I mean'we', you and me. In fact, it is more likely to be aimed at You, what happened today didn't have much to do with you, but Sonia saw you several times."

How do I answer this?

Old Huang took a breath: "When did you offend her?"

I tucked the mask: "Don't think too much."

"No. She was targeting you. Yao," he looked at me, "Do you have any extra work I don't know?"

My personal contact with BCG had always been kept from him. Now Huang is sitting in the position of the boss, originally I should let him know. I don’t want to say that I have an extra insurance, and you can ask Lao Huang to help me make "technical adjustments" for some things.

But firstly, Lao Huang was an agent, and there was no formal appointment. Secondly, it was now in the second half of the game, and we were on a dangerous move. Miss Pande was also pressing harder and tighter. And about Kevin...

I rolled my eyes: "Do you think I still have time to do a second job?"

Old Huang smacked his lips: "That's true. Anyway, I think Sonia's attitude towards you is unusual, you have to be careful."

Are you careful she ate me?

I nodded: "Got it. I'll go to the third party in a moment. You may have a hard time seeing me before Friday's meeting. Is there anything else?"

"Oh, yes." Old Huang patted his forehead, "Are you free this weekend? We want to go to your apartment to take a look at the room types and supporting facilities. The agency we contacted is too exaggerated, and I want to hear the actual opinions of the residents. "

"Saturday and daytime. The children come with you?" Seeing him nodding, I said, "Then I will prepare some food in advance, so don't bring anything."

Old Huang raised his eyebrows: "What about homemade biscuits?"

I paused: "Homemade cookies are on the exemption list."

It was Thursday in a blink of an eye.

Thursday is nothing special. It will be a never-ending meeting. The people in the office obviously don't know how to do teamwork or communicate with people other than themselves except for meetings. In the past, I always had time to complete some work, conceived during the meeting, and started immediately after the meeting, but since taking over the project from the boss, I have no more room to use time management skills.

Make bricks without straw.

I listened to the project report in the taxi, and tried to resist the dizziness caused by reading the text when the vehicle was moving, while typing on the keyboard. The colleagues who followed up on the local project in Singapore were sent to the third party by me as an advance team, and I had to go back to the company.

Someone has a birthday today.

When I got to the lobby, I felt like I was sweating. The air-conditioning in the room suddenly rushed over, as if the shape could not be distinguished, and there was a real army invisible. I went to the bathroom to fix up some makeup and confirmed that I did not look too embarrassed. Then I sent a message to Miss Pan De: "Is the meeting over? Is it convenient to meet up?"

About a minute or two later, she replied: "There are five minutes left. I thought you were outside."

I couldn't help laughing, and typed: "I'm outside. Someone just shuttled through Singapore things."

Very precise five minutes later: "The end of the corridor on the 20th floor."

If there is a **** in charge of blue in this world, Miss Pande will undoubtedly enjoy his favor.

She is too suitable for blue.

I just looked at it from a distance and immediately lost my soul, as if a cruise ship was floating on the sea in the wind and rain, and she was my anchor. Professional, steady and boring gray trousers, plain blue shirt, because of the craftsman's tailoring, because of the texture of the fabric, and even more because of her, has become a superb view.

If you are alive, you must have a home. Miss Pan De is my inevitable end point.

"I hate your shirt." I said, "it covers your neck."

Miss Pan De glanced at me: "You like me wearing a shirt."

"I don't like it today." After speaking, I stared at her mask.

I also hate her mask.

"I have about ten minutes, so to make a long story short, I need you to find time to meet me this week." Miss Pande opened her mouth, seeing my face unhappy, and did not flinch, "I need what you have. material."

"I remember that I had explicitly rejected you-treat it as a reiteration or reminder, if you don't remember." I said, "And I didn't come here just to have a meeting with you."

She nodded: "I know! That's why I said so quickly."

"Do you want me to refuse you again at a faster rate?"

Miss Pan De's eyebrows sank slightly: "Yao."

I sighed: "Well, time is limited, can we skip this agenda first? I came here as your date."

"I will give you a step." Miss Pande glanced at the watch. "Now we have nine minutes to date."

"Okay." I shrugged.

I suddenly didn't know what to say.

The ice melted, and there was a little smile in her eyes: "Why stay silent? I think you are looking for me today if you have something to do."

"Well," I took the bag off my shoulder, "I prepared a present for you. Happy birthday."

"Thank you!" She blinked and asked again, "Are you going to stand against the wall all the time?"

"We need to keep our distance."

"You are right." She also retreated to the wall.

But the look in his eyes is basically tempting people to violate office rules.

I take out the box.

She laughed again, this time she had laughed out loud, as I did, pinching only one corner of the jewelry box. What if I bought a pair of earrings or something? The box is so small, do our hands look like beaded threads?

Where is the needle? I wonder.

Or the needle is originally unnecessary: ​​the thread of the world has its own connection.

"This was ordered from Paris. It turned out that there is a large outer box that can be used as a jewelry box. It is a pity that a corner was sharpened during transportation." I was close to the wall, and I no longer even dared to look at her." It’s not your usual style. If you don’t like it, you can send it back and change it. I just think you should look good on it."

"Is it a necklace? Do you mind if I open it now?"

"Uh-" I raised my head, saw her, and looked away, "Maybe tonight? I'll go to see you in the evening. Can I?"

No one responded. Seeing my embarrassed appearance, would she be brewing any pranks? However, I think she is restrained like me. Her shoes are just across the wall. Since the two people met today, Miss Pande has not taken a step forward.

Am I delaying her business?

"Look at me." She said suddenly.

I raised my head while urging myself to calm down.

We looked at each other and were just speechless.

I clearly didn't say anything, but her consideration, my heart, seemed to be conveyed to the other party in an instant. It seems that false etiquette and hostile banners have been folded in the face of each other. It seems that we should be blocked by something, but we are connected unconsciously, and finally we have a clear heart.

"Why don't you give it to me at night?" she asked softly, "you don't have to disrupt the daytime arrangements."

"I want to see you sooner." I looked at Miss Pande, "Happy birthday, Sonia. I'm so happy today as if it's a holiday."

She held the box, backed her hand, and stood against the wall: "Thank you. I am also very happy, although I don't know what festival we are celebrating."

I was amused by her: "I don't know, do you want to name it?"

"Maybe I'll discuss it later. I'll take you to the elevator hall?" She turned around and walked a little behind me.

My heart dances wildly.

Old Huang is down the corridor.