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I put down the spoon, wiped my mouth carefully, and sipped my saliva.

An Ning did not rush to speak, glanced at me, did not speak, just fiddled with the food on the plate.

She really took the leopard's guts.

I said: "The big boss lives over there. It seems to be in Beiwan, but it is built facing the sea."

She picked up the cup: "Wow! Have you been there?"

I shook my head. I once went to the door with the car, but I was in a hurry. After taking the documents, the big boss asked the driver to drive. I didn't even find the room to praise his beautiful house.

This rumor really makes me feel absurd. Sentosa says it’s not big or small. The villa area is only one part of it. The flow of people is still concentrated in entertainment facilities. I left the villa area last night. Why did someone ran into it, but I didn't see it?

An Ning didn't ask any more questions, only said: "It doesn't seem to be where you live."

I laughed blankly: "Aren't they going to Universal Studios together?"

An Ning was stunned, and then smiled: "You are right. They didn't do anything. They may just be closer. Maybe the person who admits the wrong person may not be particularly conspicuous, but the big boss is not particularly conspicuous. It's still a bit difficult to admit the mistake."

I shook my head: "So you can't believe the rumors."

I paid the bill for dinner.

On the way back to the company, An Ning hesitated and thanked her for cooking the noodles for her. Naturally, I can understand her overtones, which is an apology in name but an apology in reality. She is also euphemistic in her words, otherwise, in my mind, she would definitely feel that she had other intentions.

But I still didn't answer this. Changes in tranquility make me...

It makes me wonder if I am actually this kind of person.

In the evening, few people stayed in the department to work overtime. Today, apart from Xiao Chen and a few children, there are only me and Lao Huang. When we get off work after nine o'clock, there will be some hidden benefits. Young colleagues who are single and have no hobbies like to stay a little later.

Lao Huang called his sister-in-law in front of me to report. Judging from his expression, the sister-in-law should have been slightly dissatisfied, but after reporting my name, Lao Huang's face changed again.

He handed me the phone with a smile, and I could feel his villain through the mask.

"Hey, Li Yao?" The sister-in-law's kind voice came on the other end of the phone, "Did you finish the fish soup later?"

"After drinking it, I drank it overnight, it was very fragrant." I laughed, "Are the kids playing games?"

She sighed softly: "Yes, today we were meant to play together. By the way, don't be too late. If you get off work late, you can ask Huang Xiuwen to go with you, you know? "

I answered.

What a nice person she is, I suddenly remembered the gossip that An Ning had heard earlier.

If my sister-in-law knew that people in the company were talking about me like this, would she tell Lao Huang to stay away from me, or would she quietly keep away from me?

There is a wonderful stability in my heart.

There is no evidence for this kind of stability. If you want to find clues, it is only my feeling that is implicated in the end: even a suspicious person like me always walks with great luck and gets the attention of others.

And those who care about me will never think of harming me.

Boss, sister-in-law, old Huang couple...

And Miss Pan De.

I settled down and said, "During this time, my brother may be busy again, and my sister-in-law will have to work hard for a while."

She laughed and said, "Ah, when is it not hard work? You really have to take care of your body, don't you know? Okay, give Huang Xiuwen the phone."

"Hey." I took the phone and nodded subconsciously, then handed it over.

It can be seen that Huang has been trained.

At this moment, there are only two of us left in the department's office. The light was turned on for a narrow moment, and the silhouette of the city center that was not yet dormant was reflected on the glass.

The computer was in front of us. Huang and I pulled a chair from a nearby workstation and sat on a corner of the table. The mouse was held by the old Huang, but the cursor on the screen did not move for a long time. I don't know what he was thinking about.

Finally, Huang asked: "Why are we discussing this? You decided to be an entrepreneur?"

"It's funny. The joke I heard is number one today." I said.

He turned his head, his eyes looked like a dead fish.

"I thought of a strategy." I joked. "I can't tell you the details yet...but the company is likely to be successfully retained. As for how long it can be retained, it will be half a year until we become the tears of the times. Look at this plan."

Lao Huang's expression was solemn: "What are the'tears of the times'?"

I took a breath. This has nothing to do with the point I expected him to capture, but I recalled it and explained: "It should be a saying in Japanese, maybe a line from a certain cartoon or TV series. Simply put, it was yesterday. yellow flower."

"What is'Yesterday's Yellow Flower'?" His brow furrowed tighter, lingering like a cloud of gloom.

I persuaded myself for a second or two. This is my fault. I shouldn't make it convenient and say some metaphors in a context that he can't understand.

"Do you know Su Shi? "A Thousand Miles Together Chanjuan"?" I asked.

When he heard the poem, his dazed expression suddenly found somewhere to rely on and nodded repeatedly.

I thought for a while. Explaining poetry is inherently difficult. When talking about the topic of my hometown, I had the opportunity to talk to Miss Pan De about what is meant by "desire for a thousand miles"-my thoughts were floating around in the process of financing, but it was just Everyday I get along, I unknowingly owe a lot of debts.

There will be no more creditors in the world who make me linger more than her.

"'When you come, don't rush to go. When you are away, Huaxie Butterfly is annoyed.' He wrote a poem with such a sentence in it." I reluctantly suffocated an explanation.

"His poems are really bad." Old Huang said.

I rolled my eyes: "Are you still listening?"

"I am listening!"

"If the phrase'Butterfly troubles' is directly translated, it should mean,'The chrysanthemum will be dragged to tomorrow, and the butterfly will be sad.' Later, people came up with the idiom'Tomorrow's yellow flowers', that is,'Chrysanthemums after the Double Ninth Festival'. It means'outdated things'." After I finished speaking, I let out a long sigh of relief, unexpectedly surprised by my level of explanation.

But Lao Huang didn't buy it at all, and said seriously: "What you just said was yesterday's flower, and it's still yellow."

I persuaded myself for another two or three seconds, and then said, "I was wrong."

"I think you don't want to explain to me."

"No." I immediately denied, "I was wrong, really."

Lao Huang didn't find a flaw in my face. He was still skeptical, but finally turned his attention from the details of the wording to the right direction and asked: "So, you mean, under some influence, the company is free from this trouble-and this plan is for Let the similar trouble not be repeated?"

"Yes. But it's more like a possibility. I mean whether the company can get some kind of influence." I blinked. "That's why, with regard to the plan, we have the right to know. At present, only the two of us have the right to know. personal."

Old Huang's eyes changed: "You mean only the two of us can do this job."

I lowered my eyes and couldn't help laughing. His brains are too flexible, and it is always difficult to circle with him on such matters.

I said: "In fact, I may have to entrust you with all the details and implementation rules."

Old Huang stopped talking.

I also kept silent on the side, hesitating how to plead with him, should I be moved with affection or knowing with reason? Over the years, we have gathered together more than once to complain about the company system, dislike individual out-of-date corporate cultures, and express our dislike for the policy of parallel technology and management. If he is not so busy right now, it shouldn't be difficult to convince Lao Huang.

If we are not so busy, I will not bother him about this matter.

Time is running out, I really can't get out of it.

He went through my frantic thoughts from beginning to end, either cautiously or loosely. At the end, he let go of the mouse, held his arms and thought for several minutes, and said: "Okay. I'll do the details, but a lot of discussion. I’m afraid it’s unavoidable, you have to make time for it."

I looked at him: "You are the most supportive straight man in the world."

He looked at me with disgust: "To be honest, what you just said is not a compliment at all."

He was right.

I emphasized: "If you don't add'straight', it will be a little strange. At least for others."

"After you came out, really, Yao, you became..." He hesitated for a few seconds, and then said, "It's ‘straight’."

"I didn't come out, you opened the door. And there is no such description in this world."

"If you talk too much, you will have it. For example, the yellow flowers you just mentioned and the tears of the times. Of course,'very straight' can be regarded as a description." He went on to talk about the slang composition and southern Fujian for three minutes. On topics such as the importance of the language to Singapore English that were completely off-point, he finally said, "And I stayed at the company to be able to help."

I nodded: "But I still thank you from the bottom of my heart. In particular, you didn't mention a word about the reason why I wanted to do this and some other places that might be asked. It's really considerate. Out of consideration. Regards, I promise to explain to you in detail in the future, and you can ask me a lot when the time comes."

Old Huang shrugged: "Who makes me the most supportive man in the world?"

But as soon as the voice fell, our faces were a little weird. Old Huang paused, and then said, "You are right, you should be called a'straight man'."

I glanced at him and smiled with arms folded: "I'm glad that you opened my cabinet door, Xiuwen. Really."

He pretended to be deep and sighed: "Who makes me the straight man who supports you most in the world?"