Chief, Love for you is wrong

The scene of their interview was so funny. Before going to work, Qin Jing was playing outside again. Qin Jing was used to walking together with Shan Yudong, and even walked in front of him occasionally.

As a result, when Qin Jing habitually walked with Shan Yudong in the company at the beginning, Shan Yudong pointed to her feet, "the company stipulates that the assistant should walk half a meter behind the manager."

This is also the first time that Qin Jing saw Shan Yudong's seriousness and preciseness. He even noticed such a small thing, let alone other things.

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On Friday, Qin Jing was tangled in the company early in the morning. She asked whether she should take a full day off. Last time, she only said Friday, not the specific time.

Just as she was about to roll the dice, she suddenly received a text message from Wen Jili: 5 p.m., waiting at the door.

Seeing this message, Qin Jing suddenly imagined in her mind that Wen Jili was in what mood when he knocked down these words with both hands?

Will his calm face be full of other emotions? Although there is no love, they are going to get married after all!

In the afternoon, when the sun was still shining in the morning, it suddenly began to rain. When Qin Jing rushed by car, Wen Jili was already waiting at the door.

One hand is obliquely inserted into the trouser pocket, and the other hand naturally hangs on the side of the body. Today, his clothes are not as white as they used to be. They are relatively heavy, which makes this alienated and indifferent man a little more realistic.

Slender and tall, you can see from a distance that this man is extraordinary.

Qin Jing looked at his watch. Fortunately, it wasn't five o'clock!

Holding the umbrella, he trotted all the way and folded the umbrella. Qin Jing lifted some messy hair. After pulling it back to her ears, she was a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I've been waiting for a long time!"

Wen Jili took a faint look at Qin Jing and saw a handkerchief taken out of her pocket on her face, "wipe it."

The handkerchief is ironed very smoothly. Only by looking at the texture, you can know that it is soft, thin and greasy.

The man's hands are slender and white. The plain handkerchief is placed on the man's hands. On the handkerchief, the man holds it with his thumb, and the nails are trimmed neatly and clean.

It is said that a man with a handkerchief is gentle and modest, but why is he so alienated?

The hand holding the handkerchief raised again in front of her, and the indifferent voice sounded, "Qin Jing, do you want to?"

The tone is a little impatient.

Qin Jing quickly took over, but the handkerchief was too clean and soft, and there was even his residual temperature on it. Qin Jing didn't want to dirty the handkerchief at once.

People just handed you a hand to wipe your face. If you don't wipe it, it's too abrupt. When Qin Jing was about to wipe it with an umbrella in one hand and a handkerchief in the other, Wen Jili's hand suddenly stretched out.

Qin Jing looked up and was a little stunned. He didn't understand what he meant. Wen Jili looked at her umbrella lightly and said calmly, "it's inconvenient to hold the umbrella."

Qin Jing's heart suddenly jumped. This man is so meticulous! She bowed her head a little shyly and handed over the umbrella. The man naturally took the umbrella and waited aside.

Two people, one with an umbrella, the other, wiped the rain on his face.

In the neutral position of wiping his face, Qin Jing took the opportunity to see and smell Ji Li. This man is still so cold.

I cut my hair and tidied up my clothes a little.

Looking up again, Qin Jing looked sideways at the man next to him and was stunned when he saw that the plaque across it read a few big words about the people, politics and bureau.