Every Friday morning, almost every colleague is equally excited because today is the weekend.
Due to the temperature, getting up early in Haicheng is not as difficult as in the severe cold weather in the mainland, but for someone like me who likes to sleep in, the only motivation for me to get up on Friday is that I can finally sleep in tomorrow. Standing at the tea bar, I planned to make a cup of coffee as usual, but after thinking about it, I made myself a cup of tea.
As soon as I returned to my seat, my buttocks were still on the stool, He Feimo walked in quickly with a gloomy face, and when he passed me, I felt a breeze blowing. He just opened the door, paused, turned back, and said to the office opposite: "Fang Ying, help me make a cup and send it to my office."
I wanted to find an opportunity to explain to him about delivering documents yesterday, so I stood up quickly and said, "Mr. He, I'll go cook."
This kind of thing is originally done by the assistant, and besides, I have nothing to do all day long, and Fang Ying is busy with a lot of business, so he can completely handle such small things to me.
He Feimo gave me a tired look and refused without hesitation: "No."
I froze in my seat and subconsciously placed the tea cup on the table. But I accidentally placed it on the edge of the table. Before I let go, half of the tea spilled out and burned my hand. I was annoyed with my left hand and my right hand, but had no choice but to go back to the tea bar to refill the water.
Fang Ying followed me in, glanced at me, poured some coffee beans into the coffee machine, clicked the button, and walked towards me: "Ana Shen, are your hands okay? Are they burned?"
I shook my head. What happened yesterday was a bit embarrassing. I don't know what kind of expression I should use to face her now.
Fang Ying didn't seem to take what happened yesterday to heart at all. She looked at the back of my red hands and smiled and said, "The old-fashioned way at home is that if your hands are burned by boiling water, just put some soap on them and rinse them with cold water. After a while, That’s fine, just try it.”
She grabbed the hand soap on the sink and handed it to me. I hesitated for a moment and took it. Although I knew that this method had no basis in fact, I couldn't just wash my hands casually according to her wishes. He smiled at her and said, "Thank you."
The coffee machine made a sound of running. Fang Ying came in and whispered: "Mr. He is just that kind of person. I only let me make his coffee and tea. No one else can handle it. Who knows how to poison it?" It's like poisoning him to death, so don't take it to heart, and don't give him coffee in the future. Not only will he not appreciate it, but he will pour it in front of you and tell you not to mind your own business in the future."
I thought to myself, why did He Feimo become so naked and mock my incompetence? I wanted to explain and tell the truth, but I wasn't sure whether He Feimo would believe me after I told him everything, or he would think that I was making excuses or making things up out of thin air.
That's all, any explanation is pale to people who don't understand you.
Then there was no need for me to blame myself. I nodded to him, "Just pretend I didn't say anything." I turned around and walked out.
For a long time after that, I didn't look at He Feimo again. Even if he looked at me more and more, I didn't care.
During the meal, Xuanxuan asked me about my current situation in Feiye. I just said it was okay, and she started to complain: "You have forgotten your old love when you have a new love. Is there another little vixen in Feiye who seduce me?" You, you haven’t chatted with me in the past few days, and you haven’t asked me to have lunch with you, so I have to take the initiative to come down and wait for you.”
I rolled my eyes at her and said, "Don't make me look like Chu Jin. I don't have a little vixen. I do have a female man, but my relationship is average. I can't even be considered a friend so far."
"Look, look! I knew you said you only loved me, but as soon as you turned your head, you flew into someone else's arms." She pretended to cry, and hummed with emphasis: " You hurt me and you laughed it off. You loved me brilliantly and I loved you weakly, and tears flowed through my eyes."
"Fuck you!" I smiled silently.
Speaking of Fang Ying, she really has nothing to do with the term vixen. While chatting, I told Xuanxuan about sending the documents. It was just a casual chat with my best friends, and I didn’t think about anything else. I didn’t expect her to complain that I like the new and hate the old, and I have a unique taste. She turned around and told Chu Jin about it. , and then reached Liang Sheng through Chu Jin’s mouth.
(End of chapter)