Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

Miss Pan De was like a okay person: "What's wrong with you? Is it too hot?"

I shook my head mechanically: "Thank you. I'm fine."

I said: "You can..."

"Oh." She let go, her eyes were a little sly, "Is that why you feel hot?"

"I didn't feel the heat." I immediately denied, "Or it's extremely hot, yes, I don't feel the heat."

Miss Pan De glanced at me: "You are sweating."

"That's it, but it's not because of heat-heat." I almost avoided the word "hot" in general, so that I suppressed a word that didn't exist, and I didn't realize it for the first time. . When I reacted, I had already missed the opportunity to correct it again, and the look in Miss Pande's eyes became more and more meaningful.

"Okay." She let me go magnanimously.

——Just as I thought so, Miss Pande said: "I know I am not hot."

Then how can I respond to her, I think she is "hot"?

I couldn't answer this at all. My heart was pounding, as if I had just finished a variable speed run.

I didn’t find that the road back to the company from here was so long before, and there was a lot of sweat on my back. Fortunately, I was wearing a linen suit today, and the wetness of the shirt was quickly relieved. I stared at the road intently. The maintenance of the asphalt road seemed to be more expensive than I thought. Occasionally, there are small holes on the road surface of Raffles that have not been repaired, and they can be embedded with two cents of coins.

How did this come out? Uneven hot and cold? Tire friction?

"I didn't know that you pay such attention to the border." Miss Pan De suddenly said, "I saw you and others in the morning. I obviously only want to touch my elbow."

I just felt my cheeks burst into flames, and she really saw that I wanted to touch my elbow that day. Who invented the elbow...

I unconsciously recalled the replacement hug, and the feeling of her in my arms and her chin resting on my shoulder.

Don't think about it anymore, don't think about it anymore.

"I didn't face up to anyone." I didn't notice when she passed our level. Today, I only had close contact with others in the morning. She should be saying that colleagues came to greet me. Show the look of the earrings. I opened the hair of one ear: "Newly bought. How about it? This is what you should see this morning."

She leaned over, looked carefully, and commented: "This kind of mother-of-pearl earrings are very picky."

I raised my eyebrows: "Am I worthy?"

"Of course." She looked at me, "It's perfect for you."

I laughed unconsciously, and immediately held back and walked a little ahead of her. At this moment, I reacted with hindsight: she was already looking at the earrings when she opened her hair. After listening to my explanation, she was not surprised at all. I am afraid that Miss Pan De can see clearly what happened in the morning.

It was so revealed by her...

We took the same elevator back to the company. After the end of the quarantine, Miss Pan De obviously did not pay attention to me as much as before the "circuit breaker" started. As far as I know, she has never had a working lunch with anyone in the company; the only time she had lunch was when the big boss invited her, and the three of us used it at a place half an hour away from the company.

She would shook hands with me every time she met then.

Is it because of this? I squinted my eyes, and she judged whether it was necessary to avoid taboos, not because of business needs, but on the basis of close relationships?

No, I shouldn't think about it.

Earlier, it was because of the expectation of a mirage for Miss Pan De that I was fooled around. She was basically a woman who worked hard for the job. Besides, what do we have to do with each other...

But she took my hand again, so close to the company. Is she not afraid of people seeing it?

I was trying to explain to her clearly-but I couldn't find words to explain. And what can I say?

"I'm sorry but I'm actually a straight daughter"?

"Although I'm not straight, but I don't have that feeling for you"?

This seems too affectionate. She just gave me a hug and took my hand when crossing the road... I took a deep breath.

Human memory is too good, and sometimes it becomes a bondage. I felt uncontrollably for myself at that time, as if there was still air flowing around her when she was there, as if the temperature in her eyes could still be perceived.

I hate being out of control.

I just ran into Xiao Ding when I walked in. I told him to take the computer and took the person to the small conference room. Since Vietnamese affairs are the top priority in the current department, and the big boss is keeping an eye on it, BCG will naturally not ignore it. This is a well-known hard bone, even if there are any small mistakes, it is easy to understand.

Today I want to teach Xiaoding how to create this mistake.

It is not as easy as you think to adulterate true information. I have worked on this plan for a long time. Even if I don't have to think about the specific details, I still have to grasp the general direction and bottom line for Xiaoding. This person is really right to come over. Before, I only thought that Ruben Ding was the wild Sanjay of our department. Now, I still underestimate him a bit.

If you insist on using Sanjay as a unit to measure combat effectiveness, Xiaoding should be regarded as an incomplete body of his enhanced version. Although he still needs to grow up, I still look forward to his future very much.

On Xiao Chen's side, I also greeted the "Tai Chi" group during a meeting the next day. Now that the deployment is complete, whether it can be effective depends on the other side.

The chasm is the boundary, dividing the world in the middle. On Wednesday, people on the other side will cross the Chu River and Han boundary to reward me.

I just don’t know who is Xiang Yu and who is Liu Bang.

The resumption of work and production in Singapore is carried out in three phases in an orderly manner. Of course, economic production is the most important. Now most companies have resumed normal work; the catering industry and retail and other businesses will be opened in the final stage. It is currently estimated It is the end of June, but there is a rumor that people will have the opportunity to eat in next week.

I never dreamed that Miss Pan De would invite me to dinner in the conference room.

Our company’s meeting rooms without glass doors are extremely limited, because of the presence of BCG, reservations are even tighter. They were on the twentieth floor, but they occupied a good location and got two conference rooms with brick walls and metal doors. It is said that there is a structural problem and it is not convenient to build a glass exterior wall.

"Our company does not allow eating in the meeting room." I was taken aback for a moment and said.

"This is the first sentence you want to say?" Miss Pan De was obviously very dissatisfied with my reaction, leaning on the back of the chair, holding her arms in both hands, looking up at me. She didn't smile at all, couldn't tell whether it was serious or angry.

"Uh, the dishes are very beautiful." I squeezed out a few words, "From the color and the presentation, people feel a priori deliciousness. I will say that when it was just completed, it must exude the kind that can be achieved by all mankind. The fragrance of consensus."

She didn't mean to compromise on this at all: "The use of philosophical terms and exaggerated rhetoric does not mean you can fool it. Everyone has read a little Kant."

I looked at her, and I picked up a piece of okra and stuffed it into my mouth. Her face looks better.

Swallowing the food, I said, "I'm sorry I didn't praise you for the first time, I just didn't expect you to, um, prepare food. Do you feel better?"

"It's okay." Her defensive posture on her chest finally lifted. "I'm sorry to make you violate the ‘Good Employee Guidelines’. Does a small break of the rules make you uncomfortable?"

I shook my head: "It's not the problem. Assuming you want a rule to be strictly enforced, then it's best to lead by example and don't give room for the broken window effect."

"Oh." Her eyebrows raised. "Then I'm the one who broke the window."

"My first bite." I said. After that, I crossed something again.

Miss Pan De brought several lunch boxes—maybe it could not be called "lunch boxes". Like me, from a worker’s family, when it comes to lunch boxes, I always think of the aluminum lunch boxes used by my parents when they come to the work canteen for meals. The taste of hard work and plain pragmatism. She also uses metal products, but the color is not right at first glance, and it is not like stainless steel. I guess it is pure titanium.

"Do you like outdoor activities like camping?"

Miss Pan De was very surprised and barely concealed her expression: "How did you know?"

"Your lunch box." I snorted at her titanium tableware, "climbing?"

She shook her head: "It's just camping. My dad likes the feeling of roasting marshmallows around a campfire, so camping is considered my family's annual family activity."

I made a face: "Sounds so American."

"That's it." She looked at me with a subtle smile, giving me a very gentle illusion, "My parents have lived overseas for almost 20 years."

I subconsciously calculated when it was. She said she went to the United States after elementary school and stayed in boarding school. I thought she was the only one there. Did her brother go back to India alone after graduation? Miss Pan De mentioned that she has a big family. Maybe the Indians are the same as us, the family is big, the shortest parents can't explain it clearly.

Because of the privacy concerns, I didn’t ask, I just nodded and said: “Camping is really great. So do you often go to Malaysia?”

"I don't camp myself." Miss Pande said, "I hate bugs."

I couldn't help laughing: "Then Singapore is a good place for you."

"It's just that there are fewer mosquitoes here." She said, "I will always remember where I lived when I first came to Singapore. One day I was going to rinse my mouth as usual, and suddenly I saw the mouthwash cup moving. Do you understand?"

I had a hunch, but still smiled and motioned for her to continue.

"I'm so confused. What the **** is that? I even thought it was because the fan in the bathroom forgot to turn off." That obviously left a great psychological shadow on her. Miss Pande sighed softly when she said this." I picked up the cup and saw that there were countless ants crawling around in the depths of my toothbrush. They were almost everywhere in the cup, and a few of them were returned to my hand...

"Yes, that's why we shouldn't eat in the meeting room." She looked a little sorry, but her eyes were very playful, "Singapore's ants are too powerful."