Mr.president, you are too gentle

Every time when Fu Xiaoxiao looks up from the complicated design, the sky outside has already darkened. The night in Kyoto is always prosperous and brilliant. However, when looking out from the empty office window, it is inevitable to bring a burst of solitude from the heart.

At this time, the whole hansend office, only the president Cheng shaozhao's office next door, is still lit. Fu Xiaoxiao doesn't know when Cheng shaozhao leaves every day. He only knows that when he gets off work late every day, the light in the president's office is still on.

Because I have to take time to draw the design draft, Fu Xiaoxiao often stays up late. Sometimes even when he left, it was almost ten o'clock, but Cheng shaozhao's office was still lit.

Although he didn't have the courage to pat Cheng shaozhao's office door, Fu Xiaoxin secretly slandered him. Is it difficult that Cheng shaozhao lives in the company at all? Don't sleep, this man?

Early the next morning, he was examining his work and dealing with all kinds of public cases. Fu Xiaoxiao always looks at Cheng shaozhao's handsome side face in a daze. It seems that he has never seen shaozhao's tired appearance.

He's always been like this, impeccable.

It's one thing to slander Cheng shaozhao's workaholic, but it's also one thing to cling to the light. In the quiet late night, Fu Xiaoxiao inevitably felt frightened when he saw the empty office.

Because of this, Cheng shaozhao's light has become a lighthouse in Fu Xiaoxiao's heart. When you are always afraid, you will feel much more at ease if you look over there.

Sometimes I think with a little bad thoughts. Fortunately, Cheng shaozhao is a workaholic. Otherwise, it's really hard to endure such a long and lonely night.

I've been used to it for a long time. When I look up, there's a light.

Today, too, Fu Xiaoxiao finally stopped drawing the outline of a design draft in his hand. Working with her head down all day, her back from her neck was sore. She stretched her hands higher than her head and stretched a big stretch.

He rubbed his neck and turned left and right. Only then did he feel better about his sour numbness. Carefully closed the design draft in his hand, Fu Xiaoxiao put it into his handbag, simply cleaned up the desktop, and some small things ran around when painting.

I turned on my cell phone and looked at the time. Fu Xiaoxiao was secretly surprised. Originally, I just thought it would be better to delay for a while and draw an outline for improvement tomorrow. I didn't think it would be 9:30 after such a delay.

No wonder the lights nearby are much darker, only the lights in the distant commercial street are still on. The colorful light is a little far away from himself.

Hansend is located on the street of the famous company building in Kyoto. Here are basically some local companies or branches of international brands in Kyoto.

During the day, it is the most lively here. Men and women in professional clothes shuttled around expressionless, and even the sun seemed warm. In the evening, the street was very quiet. They all returned to their homes after work.

Fu Xiaoxiao was surprised that he had stayed so late, and he had accelerated the action of packing up his things.

But I don't know where to throw the keys at home.