The midsummer rain is like a woman's temper, and it comes as soon as you say it.
Si Xiaozhen carefully parked the car in the parking lot and entered the elevator.
When she rang the doorbell, Ruan Sixian had just finished eating and was clearing the table.
Si Xiaozhen walked in and saw a lot of leftovers on the table.
These basically untouched meals are still very bright in color, Ruan Sixian opened the refrigerator and put it halfway, and found that it was almost impossible to stuff it.
Si Xiaozhen came over to help her pour it into the small bowl and asked, "Why do you order so many meals by yourself?"
She picked up the plate and glanced at it, "It's still the West Wing banquet, you are extravagant."
"Someone else ordered it." Ruan Sixian said, "I didn't eat it alone."
"Who's here?" Si Xiaozhen closed the refrigerator and turned to see the claypot rice on the coffee table, "Why is there still claypot rice?"
Ruan Sixian wiped the table, acted neatly, and asked, "Why are you here? Bring me the trash can."
Si Xiaozhen went according to her words, and said, "There was a car accident over the viaduct today, I think the road conditions may be blocked for a long time, and it rains heavily, so I just came here to rest, hey, I was outside just now. I saw the banquet of our Beihang University."
Ruan Sixian gave an "oh", and Si Xiaozhen asked again, "Is he still chasing you?"
After speaking, Si Xiaozhen paused, "Did you have dinner with him just now?"
"No, how is it possible, I made it clear to him, but he drank too much to call me tonight and didn't meet."
Ruan Sixian cleaned the table, walked to the kitchen, and left a sentence: "It's Fu Mingyu who came to eat."
Until she came out after washing her hands, Si Xiaozhen was still in place, with a "don't fuck me" expression on her face.
"What are you doing?"
Ruan Sixian asked.
"What are you doing?" Si Xiaozhen asked back, "President Fu came to your house for dinner?"
"Yes, it's him, you heard that right."
"Why did he come here?"
Ruan Sixian did not answer for a while.
Why come here
Because I think he wants to fuck me.
"… talk about work."
"…?"
Si Xiaozhen was stunned for a while, then uttered a syllable to express her emotions.
-"what?"
"You want to come home to talk about work?"
"No, I'm too tired today, he is for my convenience."
Si Xiaozhen nodded suspiciously, thought for a while, and looked at Ruan Sixian ambiguous: "President Fu is really considerate to the employees."
Ruan Sixian threw her eyes over, and Si Xiaozhen immediately said seriously, "Then why don't you seem to eat much?"
"That's not the point, I'm pissed off today."
"Huh? What?"
Ruan Sixian took Si Xiaozhen to sit down, told her what happened today, and explained why the food on the table was barely moving.
She found that her memory was surprisingly good today, and she even reviewed the conversation between the two word by word.
but.
After the retelling, her voice gradually became smaller, and finally, touching her chest, she asked cautiously, "Am I in a bad temper today?"
"I don't know if you have a good temper, but I think President Fu has a good temper."
At this moment, I calmly recalled, and found that it seemed to be the case.
Ruan Sixian touched her lower abdomen again, "Am I coming for my period soon?"
After speaking, without waiting for Si Xiaozhen's answer, she opened the physiological period recording software and took a look, it was true.
Ruan Sixian bit her nails quietly.
Si Xiaozhen on the side is still babbling: "What do you think you are angry with inexplicably? Although his tone is not good, but I think you just transferred your unhappiness towards Zheng Youan to him, alas, I really feel you that is… "
Si Xiaozhen was halfway through, looked at Ruan Sixian's face, stopped talking, and didn't say the remaining four words.
Others don't know it, but she thinks she knows Ruan Sixian enough.
She has been living alone with her father since she was fourteen. When her father died at the age of eighteen, she went to college alone. The money left by her father is only enough for her four-year tuition, and the living expenses are all dependent on her own work. There are no relatives at home, and she is unwilling to live with her mother. In this case, a beautiful woman with no money and no power is actually a bit more difficult than ordinary people, because there are always malicious people staring at her.
Such an environment forced her to be more independent than others, and it was more difficult for her to easily trust others. Many emotions were always digested silently by herself, and she showed a beautiful appearance to the outside world.
But after living like this for a long time, once she encounters a container that can unconditionally hold all her emotions, she will recklessly pour her temper into it.
So Si Xiaozhen felt that she was accustomed to Fu Mingyu always tolerate her infinitely, so she vented all her anger towards Zheng Youan and her anger towards Dong Xian on Fu Mingyu.
That's what the saying goes...
"Are you finished?" Ruan Sixian waited for a long time without waiting for Si Xiaozhen's text, and asked, "What did you say to me?"
"I think you are..." Si Xiaozhen suddenly accelerated her speech, "You are arrogant and arrogant."
"What did you say?"
"I said that you are arrogant! You are arrogant!"
The voice fell, and the room was suddenly silent.
Ruan Sixian looked at Si Xiaozhen, the two looked at each other, and neither of them spoke.
And only Ruan Sixian knew, her heart fluctuated briefly.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ruan Sixian rolled her eyes, "I can't wait to show off a few idioms."
Si Xiaozhen shrugged her shoulders, rolled her eyes and smiled dryly, "Whatever you want, I'm not leaving today, I'll take a shower first."
After taking two steps, she turned back and said, "I suggest you read "Nonviolent Communication."
"Why are you talking so much today?"
"I know, I know!!"
Si Xiaozhen ran into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
The living room fell silent.
Ruan Sixian slowly raised her legs and shrunk on the sofa, opened Baidu, and searched for "Nonviolent Communication".
Go to the directory.