Mr.president, you are too gentle

Fu Xiaoxiao breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart. He just felt that his sweat was not pinched in vain. It's like a big stone in my heart. It rolls down and no longer weighs heavily on it.

His outspoken praise made Fu Xiaoxiao a little less uneasy and a little more shy.

Bowed his head and humbly responded, "the president thinks it's OK. I'll try to hand over the basic draft before the end of the month."

Cheng shaozhao handed the design back to Fu Xiaoxiao and watched her carefully return the design to her bag. There was some inexplicable tenderness in my heart, and my eyes softened.

"It's not urgent. There are still two months left for the competition. As long as you keep your mind and rely on your current strength, you can certainly win good results. If it's too late, slow down first. In this way, your body can't stand working overtime every day."

His voice is unusually gentle, which seems to be due to the reason at night, less harsh and cold in the day.

Every word of comfort, pay small listen in the heart, silent. Just a little joy emerged from my heart, like a small flower in full bloom in the dust.

Although Cheng shaozhao's words reveal his true feelings, it still can't make fu Xiaoxiao take it lightly. On the contrary, she answered more seriously and respectfully: "if you are not tired, you won't feel tired as long as you do what you like. This competition is full of talents. I know that I have average qualifications and don't dare to expect too much results. Just be worthy of my heart. Only by working hard, can I live up to the president's promotion."

Fu Xiaoxiao's words came from her heart. She had always remembered Cheng shaozhao's promotion before. But she was a little stupid and didn't know how to thank, so she didn't say anything to Cheng shaozhao seriously.

Now is a good time. After a little brewing, Fu Xiaoxiao said it.

Cheng shaozhao didn't respond immediately, but the warm color in his eyes was getting deeper and deeper. Sure enough, he didn't see the wrong person. Fu Xiaoxiao is worth your heart, because she will respond to you with ten times her heart.

Since Fu xiaocareful has his own idea, Cheng shaozhao won't say much. Sometimes it's bad to persuade more, so Cheng shaozhao turned the topic with a faint smile, "is it convenient to go back so late?"

Cheng shaozhao was still as cool as usual, but he was obviously much softer than during the day. Extraordinary bearing, just like normal care for employees.

Fu Xiaoxiao pressed down his thoughts and answered attentively: "there is just the last bus. It's also the rush hour. Now it's still a lot empty. It's good not to squeeze."

In fact, this is another measure in Xiaoxiao's heart, because she doesn't want to squeeze the bus during the rush hour. This point is just right after work. You can not only spend the least money to get home, but also enjoy a pleasant journey.

After hearing Fu Xiaoxiao's words, Cheng shaozhao was noncommittal. After nodding slightly, he turned and left, and his back was still so majestic and tall.

Fu Xiaoxiao just thought that Cheng shaozhao was leaving, and he was relieved. Although he is relatively familiar with Cheng shaozhao, he still brings a lot of oppression to himself.