Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

My abruptness seemed to make her discover a new continent.

Miss Pan De's response was too vivid, everything was subtle and layered. The expression in her eyes was the first to recover from stillness, and with a sense of warning, Miss Pan De observed and analyzed me in surprise. At first I thought she was using silence to achieve deterrence.

It's not like that at all.

She seemed to have found the answer suddenly.

Yes, Miss Pande's prey is fighting back. Despite the disparity in status and her great advantage, I would actually resist. I even have claws and will go against the trend, and I will return her real offense and threats. She looked at me like a dying brat, and didn't even care about my crossing.

I'm just more hungry.

Prior to all consideration and disguise, Miss Pende bit her lip at the moment I ordered her.

She wants me.

I lowered my head and smiled at the corner of my mouth. This time the offense is so great, how angry should she be?

"Yao." I looked up when she called me, Miss Pan De's eyes were extremely cold.

It makes me feel numb.

Her tone was full of no offense: "Have you heard what I just said?"

"Of course." I sat up, a little further away from her, "I'm sorry if it makes you feel uncomfortable."

"I feel that it is not a dialogue that should appear in the workplace."

"I'm sorry I thought that way."

"You should be sorry, you said that." She stared at me.

"But I didn't." I looked back and said slowly, "I'm sorry I thought that way."

Miss Pan De looked away. She seldom takes the initiative to stay away from the battlefield. After several seconds, she still only looked out the window and said, "Where is your answer?"

"The department's report has a set of detailed evaluation standards. I can't express this problem clearly. I need more and more specific descriptions." I replied immediately. I'm afraid she really feels that I don't respect her enough.

"Okay, let me make it clearer." Miss Pan De did not go in circles with me anymore, she leaned forward and got closer to me, "You must have a more detailed summary in hand."

Her judgment is not wrong. The report must be analyzed based on a large amount of data, but without thinking about what she wants, I know I should refuse.

It is absolutely a violation of the labor contract.

I asked softly: "What do you want?"

"That summary material."

"Impossible." Sure enough, I subconsciously refuted, answering too quickly.

There was a little wave in her eyes, and she actually showed incomprehension. Miss Pan De said: "You didn't even listen to me to talk about the details."

"You mean," I looked over, deliberately teasing her, "Is it like a legal detail?"

Miss Pan De leaned back in her chair.

I was thinking that the way I laughed at the moment was definitely not that professional: "You know what my bottom line is. Besides, even for the consideration of a new company, BCG currently has enough information. You want it. The things I got involved many secrets, and I couldn't help but wonder about other possibilities."

She is much more stable than me, and much more dissatisfied: "You don't want to listen to my conditions?"

"No, no conditions are required." I shook my head, "I don't do anything illegal."

She raised her eyebrows slightly: "It sounds like there is no room for negotiation."

"The first time I heard that employees can still discuss with the boss." I packed my bag, "I thought we were either in the context of order and obedience, or at the negotiating table."

Miss Pan De squinted her eyes: "We are a cooperative relationship."

"You didn't say that before." I stood up and asked the waiter to get me the bill.

Is this what Miss Pande did tonight? Is this work arrangement that she knows will be rejected by me, is it the highlight?

The opening topic was the boss's job-hopping. This is illogical.

Miss Pan De took the tablet as she should have done. She always emphasized our position in such places that other people would never notice, and explained our employment relationship-I suddenly felt very uncomfortable in my heart, and hurriedly said before she took any action: "Debit from my account."

"Okay, Miss Li." The waiter was as comfortable as running water, "Do you need to confirm the bill?"

"Thank you." I shook my head. "Every time I come so late, it will delay your closing."

"Serving the customers is our honor." He took the tablet displaying the accounts from Miss Pan De, and then stepped aside.

And the latter, definitely looked at me for a second or two without speaking.

Miss Pan De and I walked out of the store one after another. She walked a little ahead, helped down the door symbolically, and then put on a mask herself. I almost ran into the door, staggering, and my heart beat faster.

Miss Pan De outside the door definitely noticed, but instead of a trace of apology, she had a face that was tightly covered by a mask, and there was a kind of gloating pleasure that passed by after she succeeded in a prank. I froze in place, suffering from no evidence and unable to care about her.

Both of them did not speak, and walked side by side to the nearby three-dimensional parking lot. She neither asked me why I followed her, nor did she intend to drive me away. She didn't ask, and I followed all the way, also keeping silent.

But she has her own means.

Miss Pande took out the car key from her bag and hung it in front of me.

"You seem to like letting me drive." I grabbed it, unlocked it, and signaled her to go to the co-driver, and waited to get in the car before saying, "Aren't you afraid that I will increase your insurance premium?"

Miss Pande did not answer directly, but just said: "You seem to enjoy driving."

I really enjoy driving. The classmates who have been in my car said that I have good skills. In fact, I am only good at predicting, and stepping on the brakes is always milder than ordinary people. There are few cars on the road at this time, and even people who only play racing games in the game can experience happiness in this kind of lane.

In addition, she owns a manual transmission car that is rarely seen here. This adds more fun.

"I like everything under control... Actually it's not accurate to say that." I thought of my second bedroom full of clutter, slowed down my seat belt, and said with self-knowledge, "I should He likes to control the loss of control of others."

"What about you?" Miss Pan De said, "Do you dare to accept your own loss of control?"

I stopped in midair when I started the engine. Miss Pende did not pull her seat belt for a long time.

"What's the matter?" I turned to look at her.

She was extremely calm: "I'm very angry."

The silence remained for a while.

"I know."

"Did you deliberately?"

"Yes." I looked at her, "have you become more angry about this?"

Miss Pan De shook her head: "No."

After speaking, she reached out and pulled the seat belt to fasten herself, and then suddenly said: "But I am angry with myself for this."

The car started.

The tall buildings on both sides have become a series of paintings. The lush shield-pillar wood grows wildly in the endless traffic, as if the underground is an inexhaustible source of nutrients, supplied from the steel-reinforced forest pipes, every leaf and flower is robbed of vitality and passers-by.

Before I had time to leave the left hand of the gear lever, my little finger and ring finger were suddenly hooked.

It's Miss Pan De.

She didn't know when she quietly stretched out a hand and circled my **** in her palm without using any strength.

My heart is soft.

My hand now became the hem of the little girl's subconsciously pulling on her clothes.

Miss Pan De said the opposite: "I hate you."

I paused: "Are there many people you hate in this world?"

She clenched her hands tighter: "No."

"Then I am honored."

"I hate this job." Miss Pan De continued. She was silent for a moment, and then said: "I don't know how long I can keep it like this."

I held her back, just glanced at her very quickly, paying attention to the road conditions: "Are you tired?"

This time, Miss Pande was silent for a long time.

The red light blocked us in front of the sidewalk. The night was dark, the distant lights were like shadows in the fog, buried in the dark tomb, the red and green warning lights became hazy: it was rain.

I turned on the wipers. She adjusted the back of the seat back a bit and lay down on her back, perhaps watching the raindrops falling on the skylight.

I adjusted my sitting posture a bit. She is lying halfway now, reluctantly to hold my hand. My body leaned to the left quietly, thinking, what does it feel like to lie down and watch the rain?

I tried to feel the impact of the wave in front of a thick glass wall. That is the kind of facility that every theme park will have to enter the rapids. The straight water curtain hits the wall with the boat. There is a momentum to swallow everything. I subconsciously raised my arm to block myself.

In my memory, my dad laughed very hard, but he didn't laugh at me: my mother held me tightly in her arms, making me unable to escape. The ship went south with its gears, and the waves were cut off by glass. The danger was nothing but nothing in the face of the facts.

That amusement park seems to be near the Temple of Heaven. We only visited once when I was in elementary school, and it should have been demolished long ago.

Was it before he cheated?

"It's almost green." Miss Pande reminded me.

I woke up from the air. When the front of the car broke through the sidewalk, Miss Pande spoke again. Her voice was a little low. At first I thought it was an illusion.

Just listen to her saying: "On the contrary. I don't feel tired at all."

"Yes?"

"I feel excited." She didn't look at me when she spoke, but held her right hand tightly against me. "That's why I am angry with myself."

"Maybe this feeling is understandable." I wanted to overtake a car, but he hesitated for a moment, did not choose to change gears, and slightly lowered the accelerator, "Wow—"

She followed me and laughed.

"This is the daily experience of driving a good car?" I unconsciously held her hand tighter. "It is smooth and stable. I really want to try a faster speed."

She was noncommittal, only asking: "Have you considered buying a car?"

I shook my head, still immersed in the aftermath of the feeling of pushing back just now: "Singapore's cars are too expensive."

"I can buy it for you."