Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

We went to the shower one after another in a tacit understanding, without saying extra words. At first I thought she knew something about what she was going to talk about tonight, but when I saw someone came out, I didn't dare to think so.

She looked defenseless, almost letting me kill.

Miss Pan De's hair is wet, and the ends of her hair are still dripping. She just walked to the bed while wiping her hair, wearing a wide slub cotton T-shirt, the fabric is very thin, let me see thoroughly.

As usual, we have already posted them together.

But not today.

Today I have to know who I am... arguing about the highs and lows.

I knelt and wiped her hair. Each other's skin touched each other intentionally or unintentionally, and she gently hugged my waist, as if she was about to kiss me in the next second. I just restrained, tried to remain calm, and uninterruptedly endured: I felt an unknown fire gradually rise in my heart, and it became more and more intense.

Her hair was half dry, I grabbed the bath towel with one hand, turned my head and kissed her ear. She hugged me tightly, her softness and pride, her bones and flesh, all fit with me. The body heat of the bamboo quilt was soaked and moist, she invisibly infected me, melted me, and fascinated me.

Miss Pan De raised her head.

We will kiss in the next second.

"We need to talk." I closed my eyes.

Release her hand a little: "Okay."

Eyelids opened, Miss Pan De was still unarmed. I couldn't speak at all, and quietly pulled her arm away, and turned to sit in the same direction with her, but a little distance away.

Miss Pan De's expression changed, and she turned around: "Did something bad happen?"

Why is she so injured?

She took advantage of my relaxed vigilance due to personal affair, and made me paralyzed. She gave me hints, and she was in harmony with Kevin. She bewitched me, like playing with a fly in a glass bowl-she crossed the thunder pond and sent my army.

I certainly don't want to believe all this. I certainly hope that everything in Kevin’s mouth is purely fictitious.

Why is she still the injured one?

I settled down: "You design me."

She seemed unbelievable and frowned slightly: "I'm sorry, what are you talking about?"

"Third-party information." I looked away, "Rijie never asked for third-party information. I thought this was a solution to the problem that made him feel at ease. He wanted my hands to get dirty... I thought about it. After thinking about it for a long time, I didn’t understand why he would ask for something he has access to. This seems to be the only reason, a reason that doesn’t exist at all. I’m just fooling myself."

"Rijie? Well, Yao, what are you talking about—"

If it weren't for her repeated persuasion and serial tricks, I would never give it away.

"Maybe this is not a good time to play innocence. Kevin told me a lot... and I can neither believe him nor say that he is telling lies. Is it my lack of ability, Sonia?" I shook. He turned his head and didn't look at her, "Why can't I find the evidence to support your unrelatedness?"

She paused: "What did Kevin tell you? Did you come so late today because you wanted to see him?"

"I thought you didn't want me to lie. I thought that no matter how much you hate to follow the rules, you won't try to violate the first rule of relationship established between us—"

"Yao, dear—" She forced her way over, trying to hold my face.

I refused, suffocating my neck. I didn't expect that she would be strong against me.

Miss Pan De straightened my face for a moment, but still insisted: "Yao, look at me."

I sniffed and turned my eyes to one side.

"Li Yao." She called my full name, "Look at me."

Miss Pan De's expression made me feel in a daze that it was indeed her who was really injured. She softened her tone and stroked my cheek with her thumb: "I'm sorry. Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?"

I knew she was just asking about the condition of my face. The apology in her mouth was only for the superficiality of my skin. She talked about pain instead of hurt. She was just restoring her decentness.

I put my hand between her arm and my cheek, rubbed the back of her hand against the inside of her forearm, and stopped moving.

She retracted both hands.

I took my arm and wiped away tears.

Miss Pan De sat back. She is a little far away from me now, but it seems to be within reach, as if I only need to pour a little bit on her side, her gentleness will immediately comfort me, and her eyes will heal me, like filling a wound Of universal glue.

I was farther away from her instead.

I hate the strategy of being gentle.

"Yao." She was sitting around her knees, her chin resting on her arm, "Can we have a good talk? I am confused by what you just said, I really didn't mean to hurt you. Can you forgive me?"

"I'm not angry with you because of that." I looked at her, my eyes may not be so considerate, "You can ask, about any place you are confused."

She thought for a while: "What did Kevin tell you?"

"I'm pretty sure you have the third-party information I gave him now."

"You didn't answer my question." Miss Pan De said.

I felt cold again: "You didn't answer me either."

She took a breath, looked at me, and slowly said: "I hope I can get a chance to explain-your speculation is correct, I did get the document. But this is not a trap..."

I couldn't listen anymore and raised my hand.

Miss Pan De was silent.

I wanted to talk, but I realized that my breathing was trembling. I never thought that I would have such a faceless day, for a long time, I couldn't say even a word.

My heart seemed to be squeezed by the hand of fate, and it was no longer able to preserve its original shape—the fate that did not exist. If it wasn't for it to play with me, why am I being tortured, and where is my malice, and my heart is broken?

"Yao." Miss Pan De timidly, "Can I get a chance to explain?"

I've never heard her tone like this. I can't bear it, and I don't know where the unwarranted hope is at work, and finally nodded.

She spoke extremely slowly: "Kevin is working for me. However, this kind of affiliation between us is non-permanent and dynamic. You have to know that the premise of all this is that we all serve customers. My job requirements I am responsible to the customer. I have to admit that in order to get this third-party information — and I want to make sure it comes from you — I do ask Kevin to cooperate with me and guide you when necessary.”

I held my forehead with one hand: "Who are your customers?"

She was stunned and blurted out: "Your group."

"Anything else?"

"I'm sorry?" Miss Pan De frowned.

"Anything else?" I repeated it again, raising my head and looking at her.

Miss Pan De's brows were not loose, and she didn't speak for two or three seconds, just staring at me. The meaning in her eyes was extremely complicated, and at the end, she said: "What have you heard?"

I suddenly laughed: "You dare not answer."

Her expression makes it difficult to tell whether it is anger or guilty conscience: "I have signed many confidential contracts, Yao, not all questions can be answered by me. I have limited power."

I hung my head and let out a long breath. I'm so tired, just a few minutes, but I feel as long as days have passed. I asked: "What else do you want to explain?"

She looked at me for a long time. In the end, Miss Pan De said: "I didn't design you."

"Who are your customers?"

Her eyes were stagnant, like the thin layer of ice on the frozen spring water: "Did you hear what I was talking about just now?"

My heart is twisted.

But anger and huge suspicion finally prevailed, and I had to ignore her untold grievance, and asked: "Who else got the file? Kevin, BCG, who else?"

She looked at me with a stubborn expression and did not answer.

I seem to be cutting my own flesh. I took a deep breath, with a very low voice: "It looks like you are losing your opportunity to explain."

"I have no choice."

"What does it mean you have no choice?"

Miss Pan De embraced herself and looked away: "I must confirm the only candidate for the CEO of the new company as soon as possible. That is the safest position. After the reorganization, the situation will fluctuate drastically, and you have the qualities to become a CEO. But. From a candidate point of view, you are a very radical choice. I need to get evidence to convince others...

"I tried to ask you directly, I tried..." Her right hand was all sunken in her hair, "But I can't dispel your suspicion, Yao, I really have no choice. You have to understand, in There is no sufficient freedom between the work contract and the agreement between the two of us. I am using very narrow freedom. Kevin is the best channel, and your performance has exceeded my expectations, at a very low cost of malfeasance. I handed over this document by completely legal means—I shouldn’t have told you this, and I can’t explain it further before the project is completely over. Yao..."

Miss Pan De turned around, stunned and disappointed.

Her hand left the hair room. She held her arm and trembled slightly, already speechless.

I disappointed her.

All my decentness and all my tenderness have been paid as a price, and my sane reason that is about to collapse can only be maintained by love.

The brain is like an old disk. After receiving feedback from external information, it erases and writes little by little, overlapping and overwriting.

In the end, I could only believe what I heard-I couldn't believe it at all. Looking at her, her voice was vaguely vague: "Do you want me to be the CEO of the subsidiary?"

She nodded, her eyes flushed.

I hold back what I blurted out. I try to be considerate, I try my best to pack, I want my feelings to sound mild, even a little bit more——

"You can't," I was like a throat, "Can't you stay in your own driveway, away from my job?"

In the end, it was just in vain.