Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

We fought for a while, she didn't follow the rules at all, and all my hair was messed up in a few minutes. If it is messed up, the perpetrator still has no sense of making a mistake, and he can't find any guilt: Faced with me, I am an innocent victim, Miss Pan De can't stand upright with a smile.

I went to the guest bathroom to finish my hair and came out, holding my arms, standing on the side of the sofa coldly, "Is enough entertainment?"

Miss Pan De smiled and patted the position beside her: "Sit down."

"do not want."

"In India," Miss Pande blinked. "Birthday people rub other people's hair. This is a sign of good luck."

I gasped: "Do you really think I would believe it?"

She began to laugh again, laughing while quibbling: "It's true! Why should I lie to you?"

Bad lady.

I sat down in the farthest position from her, respectfully, for fear that she would take the opportunity to make trouble again.

I'm not stingy.

It's not that I'm stingy.

Hair is very important to a person's aura.

"My schedule this week is very full, do you want to talk about work today?" I asked, "Of course we can also push the schedule back—"

"Now is a good time." Miss Pande sat up, "but I expect a different answer."

I knew she was going to repeat the same tune, but still asked: "What can I do for you?"

"Third party information."

Miss Pan De never refused to give up.

"I can't give you that. Whether it is logically or technically speaking, I can't provide you with that kind of thing." I tucked my hair, "Believe it or not, today I gave it to you, tomorrow our company's legal department Can you send me to prison?"

She put her cheek in one hand: "So it's really good to talk about work at home."

"Um?"

"You speak more humorously than usual," she said.

I'm not in the mood to joke: "Punitive dismissal is indispensable anyway. As long as a little bit of wind is released, I will be discredited in the industry."

Miss Pan De still looked at the play: "That's just right. You can come to our BCG if you want."

I simply suspected that she was deliberately avenging her personal revenge.

I stayed quiet, thought for a while, and tentatively said: "You can't tell me why you need something like that?"

She seemed to be a little surprised, staring at me like a fox smelling blood. After watching for a while, she spit out a few words: "No."

I laughed immediately.

good very good.

I'm sure Miss Pande didn't ask for these things for the smooth "optimization" of this project. We are Internet companies, grassroots companies, and open doors to do business. Those imaginary concepts are all for investors; the consulting industry looks glamorous and bluffs, but in the final analysis, it depends on customers for food.

In the old society, they still have to keep a hand in the mentor and apprenticeship, and they don't want to develop short-term projects into long-term businesses. As far as I know, such consultants have changed careers.

My qualifications in the consulting industry are still relatively low, and I can't see if this project is possible. Besides, that was Miss Pan De's level of affairs. People in their own group played against her, so I didn't have to worry about it.

In my opinion, this thing is to enrich the BCG database-it's more like killing a chicken and getting eggs.

The meat of our sheep may not be easy to eat.

"You know, Yao," Miss Pan De easily cut off my spreading thoughts. "When I want something very much, there are always channels to satisfy my wishes. Of course, this may require further Summarize...and the cake is divided among more people."

I turned my head: "What do you want to imply?"

"Nothing." She looked at me, "And there is always a competitor for you outside."

I smiled slightly: "Kevin can't get this data."

She touched her cheek in an innocent, harmless tone: "I know."

Miss Pan De said, "But what if he asks you?"

I forced myself not to look away, but at the moment I said too much wrong, I don't know anything, if I say something wrong, I will immediately fall into a disadvantaged situation.

Miss Pan De is different.

She needs more energy, her eyes only flirting with me, as if flirting through official business.

I made up my mind and played stupid to the end: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"You will understand." Her fingers walked on the leather of the sofa. "You will understand eventually."

Then, I caught my hand.

She looked at me and laughed: "Now I am starting to devote myself to the idea of ​​discussing business affairs at home. You are still as serious as you used to be, but people who love to break the rules...can have the advantage."

I took a breath: "I really hope this is the last time we talked about this. I think my attitude is clear, not all bids can be sold-can you give me the most basic decent?"

Miss Pan De looked at me and did not speak. She sat upright, stroking her lips with one hand, her expression more solemn than before. I'm not sure what she was thinking, and she didn't seem to want me to guess the riddle.

Feeling a little bit in my heart, Miss Pan De spoke: "I said the last time. Later or earlier, I will get the information I need. Of course, the price may be different... and I respect your principles. It’s just that, Yao, I I really hope that this information comes from you, directly or indirectly. I am very optimistic about you."

I frowned slightly.

What's the meaning?

Miss Pan De sipped her saliva and held one of her arms, invisibly announcing the end of the conversation. She did give me the decent share I asked for, but there is a huge mystery behind it.

It is impossible for me to actively choose to be inferior, and then ask again.

However, my solidity, my position, is undoubtedly self-confident.

She put down the water glass and looked at me, her eyes very light and light, like a gust of wind under a white cloud: "I think you want to go home first tonight? Some people may want to stay up late to think."

I leaned over and smelled her neck. Miss Pan De is always fragrant.

She froze for a moment. She didn't seem to have expected my behavior, but then she put her arms around me, rubbed her palms on the back of her head, and whispered, "Itching."

"Don't mess up my hair." I sniffed her, "I won't go back. In our family, it is traditional for birthdays to feel happy. You need me."

"Remove your hand." She glanced at me, "I won't believe your nonsense."

"You rubbed my hair again!" I pressed her down, "No more scratches!"

Miss Pan De giggled: "You are so stingy."

"You can only rub my hair at that time." I told her sternly that I was not stingy, "and I can't be grouped together. It takes a lot of energy to care for long hair, you know."

She raised her eyebrows: "What is the ‘like’ time?"

I attached to her ear and whispered: "It's the right time to talk nasty things."

"Yao!"

I took a breath: "Stop grabbing my hair!"

I was out of shape all Friday. The day before, I slept less and had a lot of backlog of work. Large and small meetings were one after another, with no end in sight, let alone consider Miss Pan De’s huge amount of information.

I tend to think that it is a kind of warning from her, a kind of warm reminder that hides evil intentions: of course it is also mixed with her kindness, depending on what I should understand, her subordinates in some form, her client employees, Still her romantic relationship object.

I feel that Miss Pande is telling me the truth.

The solitary evidence is not established, and there are too many clues to endorse this "history" of her.

First of all, the big boss's worries can be made clear. The group not only has a very clear idea about the arrangement of personnel after the exchange of blood, but also this kind of consideration is close to taking shape, so that the BCG who acts as the executioner has long understood where the knife should be placed.

Is it Kevin?

From the very beginning, Kevin belonged to the group. The ups and downs in the past few months are just a test and beating on the prince?

I'm not sure. I just vaguely think that this is unlikely. Almost all of the group's wholly-owned subsidiaries are rapidly rising and developing, and no one has put professional managers in such a key position as the CEO. Kevin's professional accumulation is limited. If it is not for some kind of office balance, if I am in charge of personnel in the group, I would rather ask for wisdom from the outside.

Even if he is indeed the only candidate, Miss Pan De's search for senior executives must be true. I judged that Kevin was in the same state as ours in the first few months. His eyes were blackened, and I couldn't guess what kind of fairy fighting was going on.

But the situation changed day by day. What does he know now, and more importantly, what does he ask me for this weekend?

I can't guess.

Who on earth is asking for this third-party core document, BCG? Group?

Is this a trap?

I can't give it away. According to my usual aura of mind and the red line that my aura of mind drew for myself, it is impossible for me to step on the line. Past experience has taught me the evil of human nature. People are weak and ugly. Because of this, you must learn to persevere if you want to maintain your human nature.

But if everything really depends on reason and follows the rules...

It is impossible for me to get lost after ten minutes of talking about work.

What does Miss Pan De want to tell me?

On Saturday morning, I took advantage of the time of throwing trash and went out for a trot. When I came back, I bought a few drinks and low-calorie snacks. I climbed the stairs and went home. When I reached the door, I felt that my quadriceps was almost on strike.

Training at that intensity, day after day, even up to the age of thirty, what does she rely on to endure?

The more difficult HIIT made my cardiopulmonary function completely useless.

Opening the second bedroom for ventilation and mopping the floor, I reluctantly cleaned up the sweatshirts piled in the cloakroom. The clutter of the house is always more pleasing to the eye than the mysteries that constantly occur in the corners of the world. As long as you start from the beginning, even if you only pick up a piece of clothing at the beginning, there will always be a day when the house will become tidy.

The world is different.

Philosophy and physics have spanned thousands of years, and generation after generation have given all their logic and love to find the truth and explore puzzles.

Is the answer 42?

There is no absolute truth in the world.