Life With You

Song Xi and Ding Huiqin left the dean’s office together. On the way back to the heart, Ding Huiqin still muttered: "The dean is really good to you. Even the direction of the thesis has been determined for you. You just need to follow this path. It must be fine this year."

Song Xi smiled as usual, but thought of George Sheng in her heart.

JM Company will not find Concord for no reason. The so-called trial of new equipment is too expensive to make, so how can there be such a good thing? She doesn't believe it anyway.

Separated from Ding Huiqin and returned to the office, Song Xi thought for a while and sent a text message to George Sheng, asking him whether he should go home today or should she send the things to Haiwei.

Not long after the text message was sent, George Sheng returned her one: company.

Song Xi was quite surprised. He didn't send text messages to her normally, he usually made phone calls.

After get off work, Song Xi went to Haiwei and ran around for several days. The front desk downstairs already knew her. I saw her at the gate today. Before Song Xi could walk over, the front desk stepped on high heels to welcome her and took the initiative. Smiling and said: "Are you here to deliver food to Mr. Joe again?"

Song Xi smiled and nodded.

The front desk said, "I'll take you from here. One of the public elevators is under maintenance. You have to wait."

Song Xi was taken to an elevator dedicated to senior management staff. The front desk swiped her card for her. The elevator door opened. Song Xi thanked her. The front desk stood outside and nodded politely to her. When the elevator door closed, Song Xi put away her stiffness. Corners of lips.

It’s all because of George Sheng, saying that she did a bad job, not that she was a food delivery service, if one or two times, that’s fine. Nowadays, everybody sees her eyes clearly revealing the word chicken thief, don’t Saying that others don't believe it, Song Xi looked at herself reflected in the elevator wall, but she didn't believe it either.

Xu Shi greeted the assistant upstairs at the front desk downstairs. As soon as the elevator door opened, someone greeted him at the door. They were also very polite and smiled. They reached out and made a please gesture, and the two walked to the president's office together. , The assistant said: "Qiao is still in a meeting, wait a moment in there."

Song Xi answered, the assistant opened the door for her personally, and she entered the office alone.

Not long after sitting down on the sofa, someone knocked on the door and came in. The male assistant was carrying a tray with drinks and snacks on it, and said to Song Xi, "If you have any more needs, please say hello anytime. I'll be outside."

Song Xi smiled: "Thank you, no trouble."

After the assistant left, Song Xi took a sip of the drink and looked around. This is the number of times she has been here. This is the first time she has been here to look carefully at the furnishings in the room. George Sheng really likes black. As long as he can use black things, he Never choose other colors.

I still remember that she bought a dark blue four-piece set for him two days ago. At first he refused, but after she said all her good things, she almost scratched her lips before he answered to apply.

As long as there is a breakthrough, Song Xi's next goal is to change the dark curtains of his room, and look depressed.

After a while, Song Xi has been waiting for more than ten minutes. George Sheng has not yet come back. She was bored and took out a bulging cloth bag from the big bag. The bag was filled with fresh lychees, and some of them were still hanging green leaves. .

Song Xi peeled one and put it in his mouth. It was so sweet, and Yecheng couldn't buy such a sweet and big lychee.

Originally I only wanted to taste one to pass the time, but it was out of control when I tasted it. The door on the opposite side was suddenly pushed open. There was no warning. Song Xi raised his eyes and saw that it was George Sheng and several senior people in suits. Come in.

She didn't find the trash can. She only put paper towels on the coffee table. At this time, the paper towels were piled up with small lychee shells. Her ten green onion fingers were raised in the air, and there was sweet lychee water on them, although there was no indecent behavior. , But eating lychees unscrupulously in George Sheng's room feels untimely no matter how you look at it.

For a moment, there was no way to hide, and no way to throw away. Song Xi was hesitant to look at George Sheng’s face, but seeing his dark pupils only glanced at her, he quickly turned away and walked towards the desk. .

The few high-level people behind him saw that there was another person in the room, and they looked at it instinctively, and then looked away from him, and really did not see any indecent ass.

About ten meters to the left, several senior executives were reporting to George Sheng on the progress of work. Song Xi became more and more awkward and awkward. He drew a tissue, wiped his hands, and got up and went outside.

George Sheng glanced at her blindly, saw her bag on the sofa, and said nothing.

Song Xi went out to find an assistant for help and asked where the trash can was. The assistant said, "Qiao always doesn't like the trash can in the room. What do you want to pack? I will let the aunt do it."

Song Xi said, "No, I'm still talking about work inside, I want to collect it myself."

The assistant must respond to Song Xi's request. Furthermore, George Sheng was discussing business with people inside. He allowed Song Xi to enter, but he did not allow others to enter and leave casually.

The door of the president's office closed and opened, and George Sheng was facing the front. He saw Song Xi walking in lightly with the trash can.

Because of a guilty conscience, Song Xi surreptitiously looked at George Sheng, who would have expected him to look at her too. The two looked at each other, and Song Xi was like a thief, and immediately avoided.

"Well, let's do this first."

George Sheng sat in a large leather chair, and he was as unsmiling as usual when talking about work.

Several high-level leaders nodded their heads, turned and left, just as Song Xi was walking out with the trash can. One of them raised his hand and said, "I'll take it out for you."

Song Xi's inexplicable ears turned red, "No trouble..."

"You're welcome." The other party still took the trash can.

Song Xi looked down slightly and nodded: "Thank you."

When the senior executives left the office, Song Xi had only one thought in his heart, and quickly gave her a hole. She wanted to hide in, and then find someone to fill in the soil, and she was ashamed to throw her at her grandma's house.

She stood there, facelessly facing George Sheng for a while, until someone at the desk heard a cold voice: "Should I ask you to prepare some melon seeds and peanuts for you next time?"

A torrent of blood rushed to her face. Song Xi knew she must be flushed without looking. She bit her scalp and walked to the coffee table, picked up the many lychee bags that were still left, walked to George Sheng’s desk, and put the bags. lay down.

"I brought it for you, I just taste it."

George Sheng glanced at the lychee bag, and a suspicion flashed across his eyes quickly: "Where did you get it?"

Song Xi said: "I have a patient's family, a foreigner, and a specialty lychee from my hometown. I brought a bag of lychee. You can taste it. It's delicious. You can't buy this kind of lychee in Yecheng."

George Sheng said, "Is it a full bag?"

Song Ximei raised her eyes slightly, "No, it turned out to be half a bag, so I ate dozens of them."

George Sheng said, "It's my turn that I can't finish eating."

There was a bit of dissatisfaction and provocation in his tone.

Song Xi said, "Where? I risked accepting bribes and took a bag of lychees, just to bring you to eat."