Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

"The third party is over?" He nodded to Miss Pande, and then asked me.

I don't know how she reacted, but I tried my best to manage my expression, and said, "I'm going to go. Today, I had a meeting with Sonia and I didn't expect her meeting to be extended a bit. "

Lao Huang nodded and touched one arm: "I came up to ask about logical needs, and Yimin said you are here. Will the 4:20 meeting be held as usual?"

Why does he look more nervous than me?

"Of course. Let's go to the office together?" Miss Pan De didn't show any signs of it.

Except for the dark red packaging box in her hands that does not match the workplace environment, she is no different from usual.

"Uh, how about I join you later? I'll send Yao downstairs." The smile from the corner of his eyes was almost squeezed out, "It's always difficult for you to catch this busy man."

Miss Pan De held the venue and smiled.

No one spoke in the elevator car. Lao Huang has returned to normal a long time ago, but I still have lingering fears and dare not speak rashly.

Did he see it?

I quickly recalled the scene just now. I don't know when he stood there, but at such a distance, the conversation between us was so low that Lao Huang must have heard nothing. He didn't do anything that was even a little affectionate... But how do you explain that gift? Business contacts? Or simply admit that we have personal relationships?

"The industrial park over Changi..." Old Huang asked about work.

I just came back from there. I felt bitter and there was nowhere to fall. Then I complained a few words and said, "But before the end of the month, I should be able to clarify this line. I still hope to concentrate as much energy and BCG in the department as possible. Do a see-saw. At least do our job well-but the results are no longer in the control."

"I don't think you and BCG are see-sawing."

"That's my job, to edit the text." I half rolled my eyes, "If they can't numb you, will they easily believe me, just because they have the "enemy" brand on their chest?"

When he got downstairs, Lao Huang didn't say anything, as if he had planned to go back.

I was uneasy: "Edit the text?"

"Um?"

"Nothing," I shook my head, "I just think you look bad. Did you drink too little water?"

"You forgot. I'm gaining muscle." He arched his arms.

"Yes, clean and gain muscle. It sounds very hard." I shrugged, "See you later?"

"See you tomorrow." Old Huang waved his hand.

Could he be aware of something?

In the evening, I paid a visit to Miss Pande’s apartment as scheduled. She liked the necklace very much. I was looking forward to putting it on for her. But today, I felt inexplicably flustered during the day, and I was a little absent-minded at the moment.

"Did you send the flowers too?" Miss Pan De slammed into the hallway.

"Yes. It's a bit traditional, I know." I was embarrassed and looked at her embarrassedly, "I just want to send you flowers."

"I like to receive flowers—to be precise, I like to receive flowers from you." She leaned halfway, "It looks a little more beautiful than the one I usually order. Is it a special variety of white roses? ?"

"I don’t know, it’s the recommended choice for that store, and of course it’s the most expensive one. At least it’s worth the money. Among so many white roses, I saw it at a glance. It seems to be cultivated by the Austin Rose Company. "I laughed. "I will look at the bill later and tell you your name. I booked it for a month, and it will be delivered every three days. Won't you run into your flower reservation?"

She shook her head: "I can cancel."

I agreed, and didn't say anything again.

"You don't seem interested." Miss Pan De looked over.

"Oh, there is some anxiety." I rubbed my temples, "There are too many things to worry about at work... Are you sure you really like this necklace? I also thought about sending something else. , Something more special and worthy of you—"

"Why are you so unconfident?" She hooked my finger, still half leaning on the sofa, "That is my favorite gift I received this year. Besides, it is undoubtedly worthy of me."

I raised my eyebrows.

"Because you are worthy of me." Miss Pan De said.

I looked at her for a moment. Just looking at it that way, she made me so addicted, as if my mind was all caught in one place, as if I was just aimless and eternally interested in her.

Before I knew it, I watched for a while and said, "I really want to kiss you."

She looked at me defiantly: "Come on."

I lowered my head and smiled: "We should talk more. I want to know more about you and let you know more about me, but after a kiss, I may want the second or third time... I may only want Explore you, possess you-see you out of control."

Miss Pan De's lips were slightly open, and her eyes lingered on me: "Don't say nasty things."

"It's not nasty." I paused, thinking badly, "Do you want to try listening to me talk nasty things later?"

"Yao!" She gestured to throw the shawl over.

"I ordered this necklace after that day. We became so close that day for the first time." I took her hand. "You are wearing my clothes with your neck exposed, and your collarbone..."

She hooked her finger at me.

Miss Pande's lips are so soft.

Everything seemed to melt away. I tasted her delicacy. I just wanted to live here forever. In the end, I lost my control at all. My sanity is falling apart, and I can no longer preserve my decency, can no longer measure the overall situation, and make decisions based on discretion, naturally there is no way to talk about it.

There seemed to be only her force field left in the universe.

I was separated from her with difficulty, but how could she be merciless, how could she care about my painstaking loneliness? Miss Pan De just indulged me, and then indulged me, as if to let the tiger go back to the mountain.

I took a deep breath: "I have something to tell you."

She hooked my neck in an extremely perfunctory tone: "You say?"

"It's really something." I simply closed my eyes and didn't look at her.

Miss Pan De smiled softly: "I'm listening."

I opened a gap.

She pecked on my lips and sat up: "Say it."

I cleared my throat and sat up, but fell silent again. Miss Pande was not in a hurry to urge me, but looked over me gently, as if the living room at home was still lit after the evening study, as if I was always expected, so it was enough to pack lightly.

I said: "A little bit earlier today... Xiuwen may have seen it."

There were slight changes in her expression, but she was not surprised. Miss Pan De just asked: "Did you say anything afterwards?"

I shook my head: "I just have this feeling. You don't know him... He is very keen, very keen. Writing in the crowd is not the type that aspires to be the protagonist, but when it comes to observing and collecting clues, it is within the scope of my cognition. No one can compare to him. I think I should let you know my guess, I don’t want you to be passive."

She looked at me: "It sounds like you don't plan to do anything about it?"

"I don't think he will speak out." I bit my lip. "But you must have your concerns-I don't plan to talk to him about it."

Miss Pan De nodded slightly: "It sounds like you trust him."

"He is basically my best friend in Singapore."

She obviously didn't expect it. She definitely looked at me for a while, and suddenly said: "From what I can see in the company, well, I have to say I'm a little surprised..."

Of course, I thought. Otherwise, our play at the company would be done in vain.

Miss Pan De asked: "Does he not know that you like women?"

"Very few people know my sexual orientation. The only few friends from my school during my undergraduate years, the girls I dated, and of course my parents." I lowered my head and played with my fingers. "I don't talk about myself too much. "

Her focus is not in the same direction as mine: "Girls?"

The accent of Miss Pan De is in the plural.

I couldn't help laughing: "Some people are really jealous these days."

"I'm not jealous." She glanced at me. "So, when was the girl who received your skirt as a gift?"

Ah?

I frowned: "What girl?"

"Well, one day you were talking in a dream..."

I interrupted her: "I don't talk in my dreams."

Miss Pande put a finger on her chin: "At least you said it once. When I went to your house for the first time, I called you the other day, and you were half-dreaming and half-awake. Obviously, you initially thought of me as something else. People."

After her reminder, I remembered, but I had no impression of the content of the call. I can only bite the bullet and say: "Uh, that was very early, I was still in Boston. I have been single since I arrived in Singapore, and then I was promoted-let's say, I started to be semi-mandatory single."

"I knew it." Miss Pan De shook her fist and muttered to herself quietly. She immediately seemed as if nothing had happened, and said, "So when will you give me the'very beautiful dress'?"

My thoughts were out of touch again: "What skirt?"

"A beautiful dress, you said on the phone that day." Miss Pande poked my shoulder, "You said you bought me a beautiful dress."

"But that's not—" Seeing her expression, I immediately changed my words, "Okay. I will make sure you receive a dress that is beautiful enough as soon as possible."

Miss Pan De looked at me with satisfaction and smiled.

I said: "Your memory is really good-really good."

"Yeah. I'm very proud of it." She raised her eyebrows.

I sighed: "In short, I'm thinking that we should avoid meeting outside as much as possible these days. Work or personal life should be done at home. I will deal with it as soon as possible, but this may require For a certain period of time, the current situation in our department is very tricky...Can you beg you to be wronged for a while?"

Miss Pan De slowly nodded: "I don't care. But I thought you didn't plan to talk to Xiuwen?"

I was silent for a while: "I will find a suitable solution. I know that there are some public opinion risks behind this, and it is natural for you to be worried..."

"I'm not worried."

I raised my head.

She rubbed the hair on my forehead: "No matter what, I believe you."

"Hair messed up! I've been blowing it for a long time!" I tickled her.

Miss Pan De hid and hid, still holding hands, smiling happily.