Kiss You, Sweetheart

She took the bag between herself and uncle Se and glared at him. Sharp eyes, but also let the color of the old man Zhiqu, did not come back. Just a pair of eyes, still looking at Demi's chest from time to time.

Finally, when she got to the station, Demi squeezed out of the car and took a deep breath, as if she had a new life. But she didn't stay too much, so she quickly walked towards the company.

Song Zhixin's car, slowly leaning over, some of the meaning of staring at the two buildings not far away.

The president's sudden presence made the whole company boiling and the whole people nervous.

Surrounded by a large group of people, song Zhixin walked into the general manager's office coldly. In the office, a little theft.

"Is general manager song in a bad mood? When he visited Japan, he had a smile on his face. It's so cold today. "

"Li said it shouldn't be. I'm engaged. I'm in a good mood."

"Don't speculate on your boss's mind. If you go to work seriously, you don't know how to lose your job."

We'll talk about it and then withdraw it.

Standing in front of the French window on the 18th floor, song Zhixin lowered his eyes and gazed at a French window in the opposite building. It's the office hall of a trading company. Demi's office is near the window, just in his sight.

In the urban area, every inch of money and every inch of land, so the two buildings are only 20 or 30 meters apart. The situation of each other is clear at a glance.

Demi's on the 17th floor. He's on the 18th floor.

Separated a floor, but like separated a gap.

Wang quanen, the general manager, accompanied song Zhixin carefully. He was reporting the operation of the branch to the president, and his forehead was sweating.

On weekdays, if song Zhixin wants to come to the company, he will definitely choose to inform him. He is also prepared to polish the company's operation before making a report.

But this time, without saying a word, song Zhixin suddenly came and killed him unprepared. There was no time to round up a lot of data, so he was more and more flustered when he reported it.

Song Zhixin, in particular, looks out of the window coldly without saying a word.

But he didn't know. Song Zhixin didn't listen to a word of everything he reported.

His eyes, his mind, all the little woman's figure in the swing.

He saw her working at her desk, sometimes knocking on the computer, sometimes propping up her cheeks, taking a pen to write, sometimes printing out the information, and then carrying it to other departments.

After she left, her position was empty, and song Zhixin's heart seemed to be empty.

Until she came back, a little stretch, continue to work. The appearance of stretching his body made song Zhixin smile unconsciously.

She certainly can't expect, her that small indecent action, can be peeped at by others.

Is this the most natural side of her?

Six years ago, she appeared in front of him in the most perfect posture, small to hair, thin to toes, not allowed to have a flaw in front of him, let alone such a lazy stretch.

At that time, she was charming and charming in front of him.

At this time, Demi, like a grounded fairy, is wearing the most casual clothes, doing the most common actions, without deliberate modification, but it makes people look comfortable.

Once those perfect, actually just

Think of here, song Zhixin's eyes suddenly a cold, the silk hanging in the corner of the lip inadvertently smile, also instantly frozen.