… No way
Ye Ji'an didn't change his face, took his hand back, and said sincerely, "Okay, I will pay attention."
Liang Xiao put down the cigarette stick, with the bitter mint smell, he nodded, "I also went back, listen to the senior's advice not to fish."
He said it well, and he took what Ye Ji'an just said seriously. Ye Ji'an is not a big leader, nor is he a senior. In the past few years, he has to take up the responsibility of the boss and keep the young people eager to learn. Sometimes he feels that the difference between himself and ordinary employees is that there is only one room Independent office. In fact, in this company, only making money is the top priority. Whoever is big and who is small has to put aside bureaucracy. For example, Liang Xiao, a new returnee with outstanding work ability, often doesn't really take anyone seriously.
Therefore, when he followed him like a child and went back to the office talking about work problems, Ye Ji'an and the colleague who met face to face nodded, inexplicably happy, even the tattoo was punctured again. The bad feeling has also faded by three points.
Am I showing off? It's like showing off your little brother's competition certificate to your neighbors when you were a kid. He thought so.
Ye Ji'an's lunch break was still busy today.
First, while most of his colleagues were eating, he went to another floor to find a remote bathroom, and observed himself in his white shirt from front to back. Two or three meters away from the mirror, he could not see any tattoos peeking out from under the fabric with his dry eyes. The shirt was not tight enough to wrap him, but thick enough. However, when he got a few steps closer and put him in front of the mirror, he seemed to be able to see some clues—for example, his shoulders seemed to be faintly green.
Dizzy
Ye Ji'an returned to the office angrily, and read Liang Xiao's resume again. A local who has studied abroad since high school, has rich extracurricular experience, graduated from an Ivy League school with a master’s degree, worked in a venture capital firm in New York for a year and a half, and decided to return to China to develop…
These are all impressions Ye Ji'an had a long time ago.
All he wants is age.
Sure enough. Seven years younger than himself.
Ye Ji'an remembered that when Liang Xiao was interviewing, he even went to sit in as a consultant. That is, more than two months ago, this person was generally well-organized in Chinese, and his comfortable sense of self-confidence impressed him deeply. In the days that followed, Liang Xiao never looked for work and never asked him for a vacation, so the intersection between the two was limited to the discussion at the meeting and the handover after the meeting, and working overtime would only be when the lights were turned off. Say hello when. Occasionally dinner, wine tables are far apart.
Ye Ji'an's left and right positions have been basically fixed for a long time, and Liang Xiao also has a group of friends around him. Most of them are young girls, and there are also many young men who can talk to each other. He can't peel crabs, and there are people who help him clean up. Ye Ji'an glanced at him inadvertently, and only came to the conclusion that everyone loves smart and handsome guys.
Now, Liang Xiao is looking at him in the two-inch photo, as if the bright future is also listed in this resume. On the other hand, looking at his lackluster dog days, Ye Ji'an closed the computer for seven years.
Well, well, he said to himself, you want to die every day.
Then I squatted on my stomach for fifteen minutes and started my afternoon work.
The report to the boss is once every two weeks. This time it was smooth, but there was a lot more content available for overtime. It was early four o'clock when Ye Ji'an returned to the department. He arranged the work before the end of get off work time, and looked at the year-end bonus in his heart. He planned to go home later and take advantage of the freshness to smooth out some documents.
In the early autumn in the north, it was already getting dark quite fast, and the wind was howling outside through a layer of glass walls, and the buildings with more than 30 floors seemed to be shaking slightly. But Ye Ji'an didn't notice it until he heard the knock on the door, and he came back to his senses. Looking at the time, it was already past nine o'clock.
The workplaces are basically empty.
Only Liang Xiao stood outside his glass door.
"Please come in." Ye Ji'an clicked save and rubbed his eyes.
Liang Xiao was still cold, and carried a plastic bag in his hand, "Senior hasn't had dinner yet?" He put the bag on the table and pulled out two boxes, "Please choose one for the thank you gift that morning."
It's an instant lunch box from the convenience store downstairs. Szechuan-flavored beef with rattan peppers and American-style baked rice.
"No," Ye Ji'an carefully maintained his politeness, "Aren't you going home yet?"
"I don't want to go back." Liang Xiao's reason was simple and rude, "Choose one." He insisted.
Ye Ji'an thought for a while, this person's taste should be more Western-style, so he chose the fat cow, "Thank you, let's eat it together."
"No." Liang Xiao left him another box of yogurt and left.
Ye Ji'an's scalp is a little tight - the juice sandwiches from the past two days are really so good to guess? He didn't understand what Liang Xiao meant. After that day, people didn't say anything about the tattoo, but today he brought up the old thing again, and he was scared enough... Maybe he just said it casually
He feels that he thinks too much and is too trivial, like a middle-aged aunt, it is better to eat something to cushion his stomach. When I raised my hand and touched it, the lunch box was cold, and then I looked up and saw that the person who delivered the meal was already eating at the workstation, and it was quite fragrant.
Ye Ji'an walked out of the office with the lunch box, "Is it hot?" He came to Liang Xiao.
"No." Liang Xiao looked up at him and put down the spoon.
"Convenience stores have microwave ovens, and we have them too. Xiao Li in the general department didn't tell you," Ye Ji'an pointed to the direction of the pantry, "Remember to heat it up later, otherwise, how can you eat it with cheese and meat sauce."
As he said that, he picked up the box of baked rice and brought it to the tea room together with his own beef with rattan peppers. Liang Xiao followed behind him, "I'm not very good at using microwave ovens."
"Ah?" Ye Ji'an turned around.
Liang Xiao's eyelids jumped, looking uncomfortable, "I thought this kind of box would explode if I put it in."
"No, this is microwave food." Ye Ji'an smiled. What does this person usually eat? It doesn't look like the kind you cook by yourself, does it? I don't know what fast food is like in America. However, think about it again, the boxes are full of Chinese, and Liang Xiao's life experience and work content can only guarantee that he can use English proficiently. Usually he can't speak fast, and Ye Ji'an can almost understand it. .
"To select this file, ninety seconds is usually enough." He taught patiently.
Liang Xiao nodded seriously.
After more than 90 seconds, both of them served steaming lunch boxes. Ye Ji'an turned off the light in the pantry and went back to the office. This time, Liang Xiao took the initiative to follow, and it seemed that he wanted to eat with him.
So Ye Ji'an looked at the chair on the other side of the desk, "Sit down."
Liang Xiao didn't move, "Does the senior care about tattoos?"
Ye Ji'an was stunned for a moment, but immediately returned to being peaceful and decent, "Thank you for keeping the secret for me," he sat back on the cushion chair and smiled wearily, "Others will be frightened when they find out, it's too discordant."
"No, I think it's beautiful." Liang Xiao put down the lunch box and put his fingertips on his table.
Come on, this time it's not even "cool", it's just "beautiful". This is the first time Ye Ji'an has been described in this way.
"Actually, I regret it." He raised his eyes.
It just happened to meet Liang Xiao's line of sight, and under the bright white light, the two thin single eyelids looked full of energy, only to hear him say: "Senior, don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who likes to disclose other people's privacy. I know, you lied to me. It was hard work, I remember you also wore long sleeves in August, right?"
"fine."
"I also want to get a tattoo." Liang Xiao sighed, "But I didn't think about the content."
"You'd better figure it out, or you'll want to wash it off every day," Ye Ji'an didn't want to see the great young man make the same low-level mistakes as himself, "Just like I am now."
Liang Xiao raised his eyebrows.
"I'm going to wash off part of it after the annual leave." Ye Ji'an said again.
"Will it hurt? Such a large area may not be washed cleanly. Improper handling may cause accidents," Liang Xiao frowned and pursed his thin lips, recalling, "Last year's news, in Korea, someone The skin was rotten, and black-yellow blisters swelled along the washed lines, and the pus held the skin to a translucent state, which broke when touched, like being poisoned by aliens in a sci-fi movie.”
This description was too real and too graphic, Ye Ji'an felt chills down his spine, and he felt that his face should not be very good. "You're right, but what you said before was also right," he secretly twisted his stiff knees, "It's not a big problem from a distance, but when I look up close, I find that the place against the skin is indeed a little different. "
Ye Ji'an wasn't sure if he was clear, but Liang Xiao obviously understood immediately, "Then don't let others get so close to you," he said seriously, "except me."
"Sorry, just kidding, please relax a little," he picked up his baked rice and bowed slightly, "I still have some data to analyze, senior continues to work."
Ye Ji'an looked at him silently, the two legs under the desk had been unconsciously pinched together. It's a sign of nervousness, such as when the general manager speaks at a table and mentions his department in a vague tone.
Why does this brat always feel the same pressure as his boss? It is obvious that it is polite to the point of step by step. Ye Ji'an felt that he was cowardly. What if the whole company knew how many heavy metal bands they had written about
Well, that would just be more wanting to die.
"Come on, don't go home too late." He maintained his boss's demeanor.
Liang Xiao was walking to the door when he heard the words and turned around, "By the way, what do seniors usually do during the year-end physical examination?"
"Go to the hospital over there alone, and hand in the medical report."
"I want to be with the seniors."
"And me?"
"Because I also have a secret, the physical examination will be discovered by others, but if the seniors also know my secret, they won't be so afraid of me, right?"
After that, he smiled brightly, pushed the door open and left.