The complete set of Monopoly props were brought by several guests, and after being put away, the table returned to its original state.
There are snacks and fruits on it, you can eat as much as you want.
Since there was no accompanying drink, Song Yunhui took out the all-purpose strawberry milk again.
Others were again surprised at the abundance of their stock of strawberry milk.
This time someone finally couldn't help but speak out:
"You guys really like strawberry milk."
It sounds strange and a bit admirable.
The others unconsciously turned their eyes to Qin Shu, who was holding the strawberry milk that Song Yunhui had given him.
The pink milk carton was not small, but when he held it in his hand, it seemed much smaller and a little pitiful.
After looking at the others and then at Qin Shu, Song Yunhui finally chose to make a brief explanation:
"It's me who likes strawberry milk."
He is always quick to change his tune.
He has arranged work these days, it's all work, so it doesn't matter if he adds one more.
Song Yunhui didn't want to participate in this kind of promotion. Chen Chen happened to send him a message. He just stood up and prepared to leave, but someone turned his eyes and saw the various awards displayed in the glass cabinet in the corner, and instantly found the person to be promoted.
After a brief pause, Song Yun returned to his feet and walked faster.
Chen Chen seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and then sent another message, saying:
[The team in charge of this went out on holiday, but they encountered an avalanche. Now they are lying in the hospital in a row. The company has not found any other staff yet.]
He turned on the computer and put the file on it, but found typing a bit troublesome, so he finally called directly.
It has nothing to do with Qin Xiaoshu who likes strawberry milk.
It's a bit troublesome, but not difficult. Generally, it should be handled by the person in charge of this aspect in the company.
What he meant by "finished" was that the other people had finished their training and were ready to leave.
The moment the call was connected, the other party started talking about the pain of having a boss who treated him like a human being and the pain of working overtime, and in the middle, he briefly mentioned that the comics would not be updated in the near future. Chen Chen spoke very fast at this time, and he got the message across in a few words.
As long as he's not there, it has nothing to do with him.
Today is also a day to work hard to maintain Qin Xiaoshu's personality.
As long as you are a little more serious, time will pass quickly.
The result is that they are now borrowing people from everywhere. If they can find one, they will borrow. If they can't find one, they will keep borrowing, even working overtime. If they catch a strong man today, he will be gone tomorrow.
The only thing left to complete the whole process was to see the guests off. Song Yunhui simply took his phone and went downstairs.
He is still looking for help at this time. I guess his dream of getting off work on time today is gone.
This red envelope is very unlike his style.
Qin Shu sent him a message, which was a very simple sentence:
[They finished talking]
Chen Chen changed his attitude towards him and immediately bowed his head and acted like a younger brother.
Song Yunhui chuckled, then half-knelt on the chair and slowly looked at the documents.
As expected, the other party added:
[The red envelope is labor compensation, please accept it quickly. Only if you accept it can I ask my boss to reimburse me.]
He still remembered that nearly half of the things in the cabinet belonged to him.
The others nodded, suddenly realizing.
"If you need help in the next few days, I have time."
After receiving the red envelope, Song Yunhui looked at the time again and found that it was past the time when the people across the street got off work.
Just as Song Yunhui marked the wrong parts in red and sent the file to Xiaohong again, the mobile phone on the side shook and a sound came from the computer.
"I'm going to see the teacher in a few days. I'm free until then."
Song Yunhui's steps of leaving stopped just like that.
The other party seemed to say something very serious as if nothing had happened.
He was still thinking over and over what the other person had just said, trying to adjust his mind to 0.5 times the speed. Song Yunhui said as he thought,
Song Yun replied: "..."
After a day of fun, it was almost evening and it was time for them to step up and end the day's shooting.
"Brother, you are my only brother, just focus on your work, and I will take care of the comic book issue."
"… "
Although his brain wasn't working very well today, he still remembered what happened before.
Song Yunhui was silent for a moment.
In addition, there is also an extra red envelope.
This time, he didn't ask him to play games together. Instead, he sent him a long message and a folder, asking him what was wrong with the data in the file.
While opening the folder and turning on the computer, he changed his posture in the chair and looked down at his phone.
After returning to the room and turning on the light, Song Yun pulled over a stool and sat down casually, then read the message sent by Chen Chen.
After all, it took me half the afternoon to move the things inside.
The others had already started to prepare to leave, and when his figure appeared at the stairs, several people were already standing in the entrance.
It must be said that some of the guests were quite happy.
Seeing the other party standing next to Qin Shu and waving at them, someone took the opportunity to ask:
"Teacher Qin just said that she wanted to say something to her fans before she said goodbye. What about Teacher Song?"
"Not Mr. Song."
Song Yunhui waved at them again, his expression unchanged, and said, "There aren't many fans either."
Others understood.
This time the wave was not to say goodbye, but to express rejection.
As "Teacher Song", he doesn't think he has fans, or he doesn't admit it, and he doesn't have anything to say. He looked gentle and good-tempered from beginning to end today, and he didn't look like someone who would reject others. Others didn't expect him to be so straightforward.
He is gentle and easy to talk to, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have his own persistence.
The others changed the topic, chatted briefly for a few more sentences, and then said goodbye and left.
The door closed and the room returned to silence.
Qin Shu put on an apron and walked to the kitchen, asking him, "Do you want to bake a small cake?"
Song Yun nodded, then smiled and said, "Grill."
After baking the cakes, the two of them did the cleaning.
They had been very thoughtful and had put away everything else except the cabinet containing the trophies which had been forgotten by both of them.
I just didn't expect Song Yunhui to stay up so late.
Now that the others have left, they put the previous photos back together.
Song Yunhui displayed Orange's photo, looking at it as he did so. Then he couldn't help but pick up the kitten and pet it a few times. The kitten wagged its big tail and nestled comfortably in his arms.
The storms on the Internet never affect them.
The moving plan has not been implemented yet. Song Yunhui can just lie down wherever he falls down. It is just right that he doesn't have to move things around anymore and can concentrate on his work here.
It is at this time that we can appreciate the benefits of working at home.
Qin Shu has become visibly busy. Sometimes he has to get up before dawn and go to work in the cold wind.
But according to me, I don’t feel too cold because of the scarf and hand warmers he gave me.
He slept until he woke up naturally. The heating was on in the room. After Song Yunhui washed up, he sat on a chair holding the cat and slowly turned on the computer.
This is how I spend the past few days.
Chen Chen's colleagues who encountered the avalanche have now been released from the hospital. They probably didn't encounter anything serious, they were just overly frightened.
Even if they are frightened, office workers still have to go to work.
They go to work and Song Yun comes back to leave.
Song Yunhui woke up early in the morning again. He barely opened his eyes. He squinted his eyes while washing, then rubbed the cat with squinted eyes and changed out of his pajamas.
He had told the teacher that he would visit him today and booked a flight ticket two days ago.
Everything was ready, and Song Yun sent a message back to Qin Shu.
The other party will be slow to reply, probably because he is still working.
He said he is also in City A and will finish work this afternoon, so we can meet then.
This person really takes advantage of every opportunity to go out and have fun.
Song Yun smiled back and went downstairs.
When Qin Shu was not at home, there would be someone special to take care of Orange. He had contacted the person who would take care of the cat two days ago. Now he only needed to put cat food, cat litter and cat toys next to the cat's bed.
After saying goodbye to Chengzi, Song Yunhui pulled his scarf up, put down his hat, and went out.
***
The phone on the desk vibrated.
After answering the call, Song Yunyang put the phone aside and looked at the report on the computer while listening to the person on the other end.
"… Mr. Song, we were unable to stop the Zhong family member."
Compared to the firm assurance he gave when he made the promise, the voice of the person on the other end was much weaker this time.
Zhong Xu was more difficult to deal with than they had imagined, and his determination to meet Song Yunhui seemed much stronger than they thought.
They originally wanted to delay the other party, at least to slow down the investigation, delay the cooperation, and let other partners find ways to delay the other party and prevent him from getting away.
Unexpectedly, Zhong Xu was much faster than they thought. They delayed the cooperation even more than the other party, and directly pushed the time to a few days later, which freed up some time.
It's an expected result.
Song Yunyang rubbed his forehead and asked, "Do you know which flight he is on?"
The other side reported a flight number.
take off.
Gradually from the airport to the clouds, in the quiet cabin, Zhong Xu lowered his eyes and looked at the velvet box in his hand.
There was a large bouquet of flowers on the table. He finally put away what he was holding and turned to look at the clouds outside the window.
Compared with the long separation before, this short period of less than a few hours was not long.
But these few hours seemed longer than any other time.
A reminder sounded in the cabin.
The plane landed slowly.
After getting off the plane, everyone slowly moved towards the exit.
Zhong Xu held the flowers in one hand and looked at the navigation on his mobile phone in the other.
He was tall and his appearance stood out in the crowd. He was holding flowers in his hand, which made him conspicuous at first glance. Many people glanced at him.
These days are the peak shipping period, and the airport is bustling with people.
He lowered his eyes to look at his phone, then suddenly stopped and turned around as if he realized something.
His eyes looked across the vast sea of people and he could immediately see a stream of people slowly passing through the ticket gate.
A man stood in the line, wearing a hat with his hair sticking up under the brim, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a ticket.
The other person raised his eyes, as if looking at the huge electronic screen above, then raised his foot forward and his figure disappeared at the station entrance.
(End of this chapter)