Si Ye's little ancestor is really bad

Chapter 32 Fingertips touch the back of his warm hand

Glancing at the little milk next to him, his heart moved, he hugged it to cover half of his face, and successfully took a selfie.

I opened the photo editing software and looked at the photo for a few seconds, and found that there was nothing to fix, so I directly sent it to Moments.

Accompanying text: [The first photo with Little Milk~]

Someone liked it one after another, and I refreshed it from time to time, but I didn't see someone's likes.

I stared blankly for a while, and half an hour passed before I knew it.

After taking a long breath, I began to do yoga and apply a mask.

I went to bed at ten o'clock, turned over several times, and couldn't hold back any sleepiness.

What is Qi Si doing at this time?

Since they said they were going to send her a message, he should be there tomorrow.

Even though she was only a little closer, she was keenly aware of her fluctuating emotions.

The closer you get, the more out of control you get.

From that drunk night to now.

The feeling of wanting to confide is inevitable and clear.

It's not that I didn't have the urge to talk to him at the beginning, to clear the fog with him.

Another voice in my heart said that I wanted to see his reaction and see if he could recognize her.

At least for now, he treats her like a complete stranger.

No loss at all is fake.

In addition, apart from suppressing the urge to recognize each other and nostalgia for the old man, there is another secret emotion.

It is not yet possible to judge whether it is liking or an illusion of subtle psychological influence.

Her unencumbered and peaceful life like stagnant water suddenly broke into such a person, and that calm heart felt dry after a long absence.

I thought about some things in my head without thinking, and my thoughts were very clear, but my eyes were a little bit astringent, so I turned on the phone and took a look.

There are 5 red dots in the circle of friends, and I clicked in with my lips pursed, which is the likes of several colleagues.

Well, there is also Yan Jing.

Click on the photo and take another look. The skin condition of the eyes, nose, mouth and mouth are all in good condition.

He turned off his phone neatly and forced himself to go to bed early.

The next day, I went downstairs for a morning jog as usual, and when I came back, I had a good breakfast and took Little Milk to the pet hospital for the last review.

It is round and round now, and it is not as sloppy and thin as it was at the beginning. The re-examination results are very good, and it has recovered very well.

Just as he was about to take it back, he received a message from Qi Si, so he had no choice but to take it there with him.

The location he sent was Jingsheng Building.

Located in the center of the imperial capital financial circle, the tallest landmark building.

Isn't he Jun Yao's?

I heard from Yang Wanwan that Yan Xu is just the executive president of Junyao, in other words, he was hired to help manage the company's affairs on his behalf, and the real power and major decisions are in the hands of Qi Si.

A single Junyao Shen family is all wealth, so is the famous Jingsheng also his?

Jing Sheng Group is a world-class leading investment bank, securities and investment management company, providing a series of financial services to many customers in various fields such as enterprises, financial institutions, governments and individuals.

Securities trading and financial investment are a battle of wits among the smartest people.

Investment companies are the wealthiest, and must have a huge amount of funds, talent reserves and financial systems, and their business scope is all over the world.

Not to mention small and medium-sized enterprises, many large enterprises with poor capital management want to win Jingsheng's favor, but obtaining Jingsheng's financing is more difficult than reaching the sky.

Then contact someone and call him Si Ye, Jing Sheng may really belong to him.

If this is the case, this golden thigh is not an ordinary golden thigh, it must be the golden cudgel fixed in the East China Sea Dragon Palace!
Although he loves money, Xu Qingchan, who has never felt that rich people are superior to others, deeply felt the gap between people at this moment.

This level of money and power is unacceptable.

Even if she started working as a primitive person, she would not earn one-thousandth of his income.

It's no wonder that he didn't pursue responsibility after touching his favorite car. With such money, it's really unnecessary to spend time negotiating with her.

If she is super rich, she is also generous.

At the bottom of the company building, someone picked her up to the top floor.

After staying in the splendidly decorated waiting room for 5 minutes, Yan Jing came in with two men holding computers, and he went out again after saying hello.

It was 70 minutes after the Trojan horse program was redesigned as required, when someone knocked on the glass door, and subconsciously looked, a woman in a business suit with hips was politely bringing in coffee.

Seeing that it wasn't Qi Si, Xu Qingchan turned her head.

The two men next to her, who watched the whole process of her operation by the way, looked doubtful at the beginning and then gradually admired them. They are also computer experts. With respect and sympathy for the experts, they suppressed their excitement and asked her some questions. .

This lecture lasted another half an hour, and the two were still enjoying themselves, Xu Qingchan's neck was a little stiff.

It happened that the little milk was humming and rubbing against her at her feet, and she pinched her shoulders and neck, "It's been too long, my dog ​​can't stand it anymore."

It took too long for the two to react, and they smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I was a little excited to meet a master, and I forgot the time when I asked for advice."

"It's okay, I understand."

Just about to get up while holding the little milk, the two men asked eagerly: "Can I add a WeChat account? I want to ask Ms. Xu if I don't understand, but we will definitely not disturb your life. It is not a difficult problem to solve, absolutely not." will bother you."

After the man said this, he felt wrong again, "I won't let Ms. Xu work hard for nothing, we..."

"I know, but this is not my main business," Xu Qingchan held her lips, "Besides, I'm usually busy, so I may not have much time to use."

Teaching a programming language is a completely different concept from teaching subject knowledge. It is tiring and brain-intensive, and it doesn't do her much good.

Occasionally, it's okay to give advice, but the posture of these two people seems to want to be a teacher, and she really doesn't want to make herself tired.

Just at this time, Special Assistant Yan came in, saw the intention of the two people, and immediately put on a dignified education, "Don't disturb Miss Xu, she was invited by the Si Lord to help, not your personal teacher, what does it look like!"

Xu Qingchan: "It's nothing, don't attack them."

Yan Jing said politely: "Miss Xu, please move to the restaurant, we have prepared afternoon tea for you."

After leaving the lounge, Xu Qingchan looked around at the busy employees in the office area, and asked inadvertently, "Are you busy?"

"I did have a meeting in the conference room before, but now I am resting."

"I thought he would come over in person," she patted Little Milk's furry head, her voice was clear, "after all, he called me personally last night and sent me a message to come over. I didn't expect to see him alone."

Yan Jing paused, and looked at her calmly.

The last time I asked Master Si if he wanted to come over, Miss Xu seemed to care about Master Si very much.

Hearing Mu Xiuze and his eldest brother talk about her and Si Ye in the bar, he narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Do you want to meet Si Ye?"

Xu Qingchan glanced sideways, "Does he have time to see me?"

"I'll report first."

He can't make up his own mind, he wants the prophet to speak.

Fortunately, Master Si agreed.

The president's office is spacious and bright, and there is misty mist outside the arc-shaped floor-to-ceiling windows. The weather is not good today, and the 88th floor has a sense of being in the Heavenly Palace.

The man was sitting in the sofa area with a magazine in his hand. When he saw her come in, he put the book down.

Her skin is cold and white, but her black hair, eyebrows, and pupils are pure black. The contrast of simple colors makes people feel more alienated.

The lines on both sides of the face are smooth and symmetrical, and it seems that the recovery is good.

"Thank you, Miss Xu."

She came for two hours and thought she would leave after it was done, but Yan Jing said she wanted to see him.

"Should be."

The man on the sofa is dressed meticulously, with elegant glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his long legs stand out in sight.

The most inescapable thing is that face.

"I'm sorry," Xu Qingchan held the dog in her arms, "I rushed over after receiving your message from the pet hospital."

"It's fine, I'm not allergic to dogs."

"Can I put it on the ground?"

"can."

The little milk was free, and trot happily on the carved carpet with short legs. The appearance of such a small dog running in the president's office is really inconsistent with the style of the painting.

She instructed: "Little Milk, don't run away."

The secretary brought afternoon tea and snacks over, and seeing the dog in the office stare blankly, the president didn't feel displeased at all.

Quiet Mimi looked at Xu Qingchan, with a flash of amazement in her eyes.

After the secretary withdrew, Little Milk had already wandered around, and ran to Qi Si's feet, raised her head, and sized up the tall man with her jet-black eyes.

"It's a smiling Shiba Inu." He exchanged glances with Little Milk and said in a deep voice.

"Correct."

After looking at it for a few seconds, knowing that the man was not malicious, the little guy took two steps forward, lightly jumped on his front foot, and his little paws clung to his neat suit trousers.

Seeing this, Xu Qingchan was slightly startled, and walked over to pick it up.

At the same time, Qi Si also picked up the little milk and touched his skin unexpectedly.

Fingertips touched the back of his warm hand, and she flinched slightly.

"Sorry, it was quite afraid of strangers before, I don't know why it is so naughty today."

"It's okay." Qi Si put it on the sofa with his usual expression, and stroked it along his limp body.

Xu Qingchan had no choice but to back away and continue to drink tea, her eyes fell on those slender and beautiful hands that were stroking the dog.

He looked up, "The puppy is cute, and the name is cute too."

"Thank you."

"Miss Xu is looking for me for something else?"

"Well," Xu Qingchan met his gaze, "Can I return my string of beads?"

The deep eyes meet the clear eyes, and the breathing is somewhat stagnant.

I also know that if he wants to pay it back early.

But she still has to say it.

That prayer beads are very important to her.

"It's useless for you to keep it. I don't want the reward this time. Just give me the prayer beads."

The man stared at her with dark eyes, and his thin lips curled slightly, "So, the medicine made me faint that night, and I only had to punish myself with three drinks to cancel it?"

Xu Qingchan was dumb for a while.

Has he turned the page yet?

Then why didn't she ask her to be held accountable, instead she acted like she was letting go of the past, she thought she had turned the page, but now she told her that she was not satisfied with her attitude.

"Didn't I come to help you write a Trojan horse program today?"

At that time, she said that she would make it up, as long as he asked, she would not refuse anything she could do.

Qi Si's thin lips parted lightly, "Yes, then why do you still want Buddhist beads from me?"

It turned out that he had calculated it that way.

It is barely clear today, and the prayer beads are another matter.

"Then how can you return my prayer beads?"

(End of this chapter)