Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

The clinic's test report came out very quickly, and I was the flu.

Thank God, my clothes are protected from poisoning, and the money for Bluetooth headsets is also saved. When I appeared in the workgroup the next day, I was greeted by everyone. The boss even mentioned me specifically at the department meeting, which made me feel embarrassed. But he cared about it, and he didn't mean to ease the workload at all. I don't know whether I should be grateful or grateful.

But on Friday night it was different.

I didn't have the exquisite compliment to my colleagues, even a little guess was put to infinity, so that I was confused.

It's hard to prevent things in the world, a real villain is inferior to a hypocrite, and a sword and a spear are inferior to a sword.

Before my eyes, it is my enemy.

It’s okay to have conferences in general, but like today, with only me and Miss Pan De, it’s easy for me to feel that the situation is uncontrollable. This situation has been there since the beginning, but at that time I regarded her as an enemy, and now she is still an enemy, but we have to pay attention to checks and balances.

She took control of me as if she had come at her fingertips; I balanced her, but took great pains.

This person is really good at playing.

"You still look a little haggard. Don't you really need to rest for a few more days?" She seemed a little worried, and kept looking at me as she spoke. I couldn't help her watching and avoiding frequently, but the worry between Miss Pan De's eyebrows became deeper. She opened her lips slightly, and suddenly said: "Today's meeting, it doesn't matter if you don't open it."

Our video has been dialed for quite a while, but she went back to my physical condition without saying a word, and she hasn't gotten into the topic for a long time. She seemed to want the data very much, but if she wanted to blur her vision, such greetings seemed a little overdone. I just think she is teasing me deliberately, maybe it's a grudge against me.

Bad lady.

Thinking about this joint, I feel more calm. In the past two days, in order to cover up my illness, my makeup was much heavier than usual, and I didn’t feel guilty when I lied: "Don’t worry, Sonia, I’ve regained my energy. Thank you for thinking about me so much today. What is the process? Is there anything I can do for you at the meeting next week?"

She shook her head: "I'm just a little worried."

I was stunned for a moment, but immediately managed expressions and asked: "About the new departmental framework?"

"about you."

Her eyes flickered slightly, her emotions were collected extremely quickly, and she glanced aside. When her gaze turned back, Miss Pan De's expression disappeared. She said: "There is no agenda today, the meeting can be over."

The ripples in my heart have not stopped. After hearing these words, before I have time to think about it, I already said, "You just want to see me?"

Miss Pande has something in her eyes that I can't understand. She didn't speak for a long time, just looked at me. This gaze lasted for several seconds, but I didn't feel under scrutiny at all.

Isn't it a card?

Her eyelashes moved lightly, like a dragonfly that wakes me up. She is really looking at me.

My heart tensed, and suddenly I felt that there was not enough oxygen. I want to breathe, but still control myself and continue to be patient. On the video, I am much calmer than I am, and I look like a professional who can compete well with her.

The look she looked at me was not professional at all.

I coughed with excuses. It was too hard to endure, I took two deep breaths, and finally felt better, then coughed to cover up, saying, "I'm sorry."

"Don't care." Miss Pan De looked away again. Just when I thought the temperature in her eyes was going to recede, she actually looked over again and said, "That's it. Did it cause you trouble?"

I just felt hot on my face and said, "Of course not. A flu can't affect my work."

"That's not what I meant." Miss Pande said, "you know what I'm referring to."

My breathing was stagnant, pretending to be fine, and asked: "Should I know something?"

"Rudra is right," she raised her eyebrows lightly. "For you, you must confirm the situation with your own eyes. Can I come to visit? On Sunday. I can make time at about three or four o'clock in the afternoon. ."

Her tone couldn't be denied at all. I was completely disrupted by her. I didn't know how to use words when I declined. For a long time, I said, "Well, don't you want to dance on Sunday?"

"So you remember something about me." She seemed to point.

Did I forget anything? I froze for a moment, yes, Frankfurt Airport. This matter is still a mystery until now.

"I'll finish earlier, and then come over to find you." She took advantage of my ill-preparation, and said in a tone as if it had been agreed, "Don't refuse me. You looked too weak before, and I can't rest assured. ."

I took a breath, and she pushed back everything I couldn't say.

I woke up very early on Sunday.

Yesterday, I added a few shifts. Originally, I planned to sleep until noon and get up again, which happened to save breakfast. As a result, from six o'clock to six o'clock, the room was as quiet as if there was no electricity, but I somehow woke up and couldn't sleep anymore. After finally getting up to eight, the birds outside the window quarreled again—it could also be courtship. I don't care much about the lives of birds.

I cleaned up the living room carefully, checked again and again that the door of the second bedroom was locked, and picked out two sets of clothes. I usually wear cotton trousers and a racer vest at home, with my hair curled up, like a yoga practitioner. But today we are going to visit guests after all, and they are not ordinary guests.

She is coming.

I don't know how to wear it. It's nothing more than usual, but only a few days ago was seen so embarrassed by her, I am afraid that I will look too hard when I dress up seriously. Besides, she claimed that she came to see the patient... But if I saw her like this, I would be awkward. Of course Miss Pan De would not be uncomfortable, even if she had an idea in her heart, she would not show the slightest on her face. Maybe she would say something weird and do some tricks.

There were several pictures in my head, I rubbed my face and gritted my teeth to endure.

I'm like a young bird.

I am not... such a passive person. In comparison, I must have more concerns than her. If this is a third-party employee, or my colleague in the company, maybe I will make it clear. But she is not.

I am in the light, she is in the dark, and I ask her again. As long as Miss Pande doesn't confess, I will be a plaything in the cabinet that she can handle. Plaything can't decide for itself: I can't take the initiative to say even a word. What if I really confessed and asked her to pay attention to the distance?

I have a guilty conscience.

I am afraid that she will control her righteousness so that it will affect normal cooperation and fail to complete the tasks assigned to me by the big boss, and I am even more afraid that she will lose her righteousness. After all, I have a guilty conscience.

This can be regarded as a traditional **** art.

In the end, I only took ramie earth-colored trousers and a slub cotton T-shirt. It is difficult to cover up my sickness without makeup, but wearing a mask and full makeup at home is too deliberate. How do I know if she thinks I value her very much, or I have thoughts about her? Fortunately, the condition around my eyes is okay, worthy of the pile of expensive bottles and cans in the refrigerator, but I didn't pull my hips at the critical moment.

Miss Pan De arrived at more than three o'clock in the afternoon.

She should have just finished dancing, with a ponytail, her eyes are very bright. When I opened the door, I happened to look at her. Neither of them spoke. Finally, I broke the silence: "It's nice to see you. Come in."

Her eyelashes blinked and she retracted her eyes, and I could feel her smile hidden by the mask. I was also a little happy, unable to tell why, just turned around to hide my expression.

Miss Pan De stopped at the door and didn't move. I reacted for a moment, and hurriedly said: "It's okay, you don't need to change your shoes."

She nodded and followed me. This feels really strange. She is already back for the second time, but I am a little nervous, and there is an inexplicable expectation in my heart. There is space in the room, do I have to explain? The floor was only cleaned in the morning, and the two water glasses on the dining table were cleaned and put there today. Even the water stains or fingerprints can not be found on the body of the glasses. If I stop to introduce her to her, her sniffles will surely spray the back of my neck. She is so close. When should I turn around?

I am like a high school student taking my girlfriend home for the first time.

This discovery surprised me. My face stiffened almost immediately, and then changed to the look of the owner of the house. After a pause in my steps, she stopped immediately, and the embarrassment she had imagined did not happen.

There is a visible distance between us.

"Sit down, I'll pour you some water. How about this pillow?" I greeted her, walked to the kitchen, and found two coasters from the cupboard. There is a painting by Van Gogh printed on it, which I bought when I was on a business trip in London.

She was much more relaxed than me, and she looked at the furnishings just right, and did not linger too much. Of course this is also because there is really nothing to see in my house, especially the living room, which is still an unfinished product. When pouring water, I could only see half of the sofa. Miss Pan De picked up a pillow and put it in her arms. Her left hand arranging her hair gently stroked the back of her ears, and the skin behind her neck was hidden in the linen collar. The sun is very big today, faintly, and I can see the real outline in her loose shirt.

I drank saliva and put on the mask again.

Is it too hot?

"It's better than I thought--thank you--" she said when I came back, took the water glass, and pushed it to the center of the coaster. "At first I thought it was a country-style yarn-dyed fabric. Cloth, you know, it's very common in North America. I didn't expect it to be striped yarn-dyed. Did you find it in which Southeast Asian country?"

"I bought it online." I knew she liked it, and explained, "If you can go to Bangkok to hunt for treasure while on a business trip, you might be able to find more beautiful ones, but I think this one is very good, ethnic The style is a bit less, but it is very regional."

Miss Pan De rubbed her head and looked up at me: "Is it made of linen?"

I nodded. Her eyes brightened, and she lowered her head to study carefully for a while, as if she was affirmed by me, half believed and half suspicious. The fabric used for the pillow is very thick and very densely woven, reminiscent of curtains. I didn't believe it at first. She rubbed her fingertips on the pillow, and the initial suspicion had gradually faded, and her guess was about to be answered. I picked up my water glass, and then she followed the movement and looked at me. Is she smiling? I can't help thinking.

Miss Pan De lifted her right hand and took off the mask.