Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

Jocelyn poured the wine very restrained, as if we were in a whiskey bar or craft beer house to taste life. I don't know if she usually drinks like this, but after pouring out the wine, Jocelyn is not in a hurry to drink. Putting the wine bottle back in the cabinet, she held the glass with one hand and shook it slightly, but I took a sip.

It's terrible. I can't find a second adjective to describe its taste except "difficult to drink".

My throat heated up in the next instant, and my blood vessels seemed to open suddenly. My exhaustion did not dissipate, but it seemed that I had finally become a heavy burden that could be removed. At this moment, I kicked it to the corner. As long as I turned my back, I could forget it temporarily. I lay on the chair, let the backrest share the pressure on my spine, dragging my voice: "A long day."

"Yes." Jocelyn pulled a piece of paper to wipe off the lipstick, took a sip of the wine, and then took a big sip. "But we should look more at the sunny side and think about the benefits. The hardest part is already Passed."

"Have you been drinking quietly in the office?" I looked at her.

"I occasionally drink a little when I work overtime." She smiled, "And it's not such a sneaky behavior, Lisong knows."

I lowered my eyes: "Your relationship should be very close."

"Working together for sixteen years, from scratch, from zero to one, so close." She nodded, then stared at the glass in her hand for a while, "My wife and I come from the same school. They even I introduced it to you."

I took a sip of wine and didn't speak.

"You must despise me very much." Jocelyn lowered her head and smiled, not without self-deprecating.

"I don't want to judge anyone," I said, "That's their personal life..."

Jocelyn lifted her eyelids, her eyes were indistinct: "You are so right, Yao, are you not tired?"

I took a sip: "I don't know why you did that. Jocelyn, I'm not saying that the big boss is not attractive or-well, I don't want to talk about the details-he is married!"

I stared into her eyes and sighed heavily: "You can have much better choices than this!"

"That's what I told myself." She looked at me, and then she staggered her eyes. "I don't know what I think... Forget it. I have no intention of defending myself."

I followed in silence for a moment. I don't want to ask her, but as far as I know, the big boss is not Jocelyn's type at all-I know she likes to date relatively young men who pay more attention to their external image. Eating grass by the nest is not in Jocelyn's style at all, not to mention that she cares more about the outside world than I do: she is a heterosexual after all, and some of the capital to remain free and easy is not possessed by Jocelyn.

"I thought you were not going to get married." At the end, I said.

"I still have no plans to get married." Jocelyn covered her forehead and said nothing at the end. "That was a one-off event. Well, honestly, it happened twice and I was under too much pressure. Li Song is not aware of changes in external conditions... This is not the first time that the core team has encountered a crisis. He will always feel that it is a problem of concept. How can there be so many concept problems? The world is not revolving around ideals."

I pursed my lips: "Do you have any guesses about the way Ms. Cui knew? I always feel this way. She only knew about it today or recently."

Jocelyn glanced at me and took a deep breath, but I could hardly notice her sigh. Jocelyn said: "I haven't verified it yet, but Lisong should have said it herself."

I frowned slightly.

It's too important now. No matter what psychological choice the big boss made to confess at this moment, I feel incomprehensible-if he really did that, it would even be unreasonable.

Jocelyn held her forehead again: "He...he is that kind of person."

I put the cup down: "He didn't know you were just having fun?"

Jocelyn seemed a little embarrassed, and Wei Wei looked away: "I told you, he doesn't believe it."

I put one hand under my nose and looked at her.

Jocelyn squinted her eyes: "Okay. Now you absolutely despise me."

I raised both hands: "I don't. I'm just surprised at the contrast between your work and private life attitudes."

She lifted the cup: "Is this your politically correct statement, or is it your true thoughts?"

"You know, sometimes political correctness is also a kind of popular desire." I said.

Jocelyn did not ask any more, and drank vodka in silence. She did not show any enjoyment or pain when she ingested alcohol, as if she was drinking mineral water.

In other words, she is ingesting something necessary for humans to maintain their daily lives.

After thinking for a long time, I decided to ask her: "Do you think the big boss will choose to divorce?"

"I don't know." Jocelyn answered very quickly, sighed, and said solemnly after a moment, "but she definitely will."

"Ms. Cui?" I was a little surprised to see her affirmatively, but I didn't immediately deny it. Not to mention that Jocelyn and Ms. Cui have known each other for a long time. Even if I met Ms. Cui for the first time today, the short contact made me vaguely guessed.

So where is a person who can endure and "sacrifice"? Although there are many reasons why people choose to stay in a marriage, not everyone wants to leave after experiencing sexual infidelity, but I still feel that the gentle-speaking and firm-minded lady does not For the sake of benefit, I chose to compromise.

No matter how big the benefit is.

I settled down and said: "This divorce case will greatly affect the company's development. If it is bound to happen, it should be postponed until it has to happen."

Jocelyn looked at me: "Now you abandon your right?"

"I am not ‘right’." I said, "I’m just doing my job."

She thought for a moment, and gently held her cheek: "You are right. But it is always their husband and wife's business. We can give advice from the standpoint of the company's employees, but we can only do this."

"Can I..." I shook my hand, "Stand farther away?"

Jocelyn picked up the cup again and sipped it lightly. After a while, she said, "I understand what you think. Let me talk about it."

I nodded. For a moment, I said: "I still want to ask a somewhat offensive question."

"You have immunity tonight."

"You met at Sentosa..." I looked at her without finishing talking. I really don't know what word to follow.

Jocelyn shook her head quickly: "How is it possible. I rarely go there except in the car. I have visited more in the past month, but they are all in the hotel area. Some group matters are not convenient to discuss in the office. Outside. You got news?"

She reacted quickly.

I answered: "There are rumors that I saw you and the big boss in Sentosa."

"Can you find out who said it?" Jocelyn moved her eyebrows.

I closed my eyes and shook my head slightly: "You know I'm not good at this."

She nodded slightly, was silent for a second, and then suddenly asked, "Is there a middleman between you and Kevin?"

I calmly looked at her and shook the glass: "I thought this was our'happy time' after get off work."

Jocelyn was startled and laughed: "Of course."

The flow of alcohol in the blood delayed my fear. I clinked glasses with her, silently swallowed a sip of wine, another sip of wine-at this moment Jocelyn took the vodka bottle out of the filing cabinet again, and she poured exactly a quarter of a glass for me and her. This amount is a little too much, even if it is not pure drinking, I can't usually drink it: but I didn't stop it.

Jocelyn still drank her wine like water, which was really strange, not like she was drinking, but like she was drinking water. But gradually, I felt that her appearance was very appropriate, as if it should have been.

Jocelyn said, "Thank you for bringing this up to me. I will try to check if it is a fake news specially released by the group, but you also know my position. This similar rumors have never been broken. ——I never thought that one day I would confirm it from a certain angle——"

I laughed and said, "That will be the reason behind the results. I rarely have the opportunity to hear the rumor of the original version, but I am pretty sure that the content will be for power and benefit, but not for feelings. Or for sex/love itself."

Jocelyn's laugh today is also very low. Alcohol has temporarily turned us into two happy fools.

She responded with certainty: "You are right. Although this has lost some reliable sources of information... Sometimes I am a little happy: you are also a member of the Rumor Women's Club."

"Why do you think there are no rumors about the men's club?" I touched my face. My face is so hot: At this time, almost subconsciously, I took another sip of wine.

Jocelyn shook her head: "They are so ugly."

I laughed.

She said seriously: "Humans give everything for the pursuit of beauty, persecute certain people, or simply castrate humanity. The most amazing thing is that even this kind of'castration' is selected and packaged, and it is selective. Yes, class distinctions bring superiority and satisfaction, but satisfaction is never beauty. In order to pursue beauty, in order to fulfill the illusion of self-beauty, some people become distorted and become farther and farther away from beauty—change Got to be'ugly'. They are too ugly."

I don't know if it is alcohol or her that numbs me. In the mist, I finally said: "Are you from a liberal arts background?"

"I studied financial engineering!" Jocelyn laughed again.

Her thinking jumped back to the original topic: "In short, uh-you don't have to worry too much, it may be just a coincidence. Standing in our position, there will always be arrows shot from all directions, you have to learn to recognize Directions, learn to distinguish the pros and cons, and trust intuition when necessary."

I nodded: "Is it a coincidence that Ms. Cui came to the company? It happened today..."

"It depends on who told her the news, Lisong, or who is in the shadows." Jocelyn's speech gradually slowed down, "I have checked this matter. The front desk knows her, but it is said that she took the initiative to stop it. The girl at the front desk called me to report."

She raised her eyebrows at me, with a deep meaning, and said, "I said, "There is a surprise for Lisong."