Xianbei signed his name all morning, and it looked like he was working very hard, but in fact...
Very absent-minded.
The lower jaw... The place that was rubbed by Chen Zhuo's fingertips was like being rubbed a thousand times by sandpaper, and the heat never went down.
Xianbei could only hold his chin, hide his ears and steal the bell, pretending that he didn't care, writing one book after another.
As for the old man who had inadvertently baked the little girl's heart into a soldering iron, he had already sat down where he was, reading the comics in a calm manner.
The second time I watched it, it was still enjoyable.
This may be the magic of a good work.
One morning passed quietly.
Yuanyuan came in to check the progress, and dropped by to feed her poor little painter.
Xianbei had already signed over 2,000, and the efficiency was quite high, so Yuanyuan was naturally satisfied and offered the lunch box with both hands.
In addition, can not forget the share of Boss Chen.
after all…
The attitude of the two of them to take the lunch is also completely different.
Xianbei nodded and bowed in gratitude, and Chen Zhuo just thanked him calmly.
Yuanyuan sat across from the table between the two of them. Seeing that Xianbei had been hanging her chin, she asked, "Xianbei, do you have a toothache?"
Senbei shook his head with a feverish mind.
When she opened the lunch box, Yuanyuan said again, "I bought what you like."
Senbei drooping eyes, shrimp slippery egg, poached fish fillet...
In fact, she is not a picky eater, but...
If the memory reappears, it should be more than a year ago.
It was the first time she met Yuanyuan, and Yuanyuan invited her to a restaurant with great enthusiasm.
Yuanyuan holding a menu: "What to eat?"
The atmosphere of the shop with staggered and crowded people already made Senbei feel uncomfortable.
She was digging at the edge of the table and didn't answer.
Yuanyuan asked her, "Do you want to eat slippery eggs?"
Senbei nodded.
"What about the boiled fish fillets?"
nod.
Yuanyuan ordered several dishes neatly.
Senbei express their attitude in the same way.
In the end, Yuanyuan was pleasantly surprised: "I just ordered everything you like? It seems that we have a good heart, and we will definitely cooperate happily in the future!"
In fact, Senbei just didn't dare to dislike this or that.
Fear of causing disgust from others, excessive emotional attention can always bring her anxiety, whether positive or negative.
Thinking of this, Xianbei sighed, anxious for herself.
She couldn't agree with Xianbei, so Yuanyuan had to turn to Chen Zhuo and jokingly: "Boss Chen, does renting your house also come with the service of the landlord to escort the tenant out?"
Pat, the disposable chopsticks in Xianbei's hand... She accidentally broke it...
One long and one short, it was a bit unexpected, and it also extended embarrassment.
Yuan Yuan was silent.
Xianbei blushed, why is this shameful situation all the time today
Beat the ground.
Of course, I don't dare to beat it really, I only dare to beat it secretly in my heart.
I really want to scratch my neck and explain that this is just a sequela of a sore hand after signing for a morning, and it is definitely not because of a trembling of the heart and a trembling of the hand...
However, where can she do it, she can only cry silently.
Chen Zhuo glanced at her and handed over the pair he had just taken apart: "Hold it, I haven't used it yet."
Xianbei stammered softly: "No... no need..."
"Want me to bring it to you?" A slightly teasing remark was spoken seriously by him.
Senbei's head became a rattle again.
"Take it?" The man raised his eyebrows.
Xianbei hurriedly took it and leaned forward twice: "Thank you..."
Chen Zhuo didn't reply to her thanks, let it go and took over her pair of chopsticks.
One of them was folded into a small pen, and Chen Zhuo glanced at it before looking at Yuanyuan: "You asked me just now if there is any service that comes with it?"
Yuanyuan had been watching the two of them back and forth before, with a forehead creased on her forehead.
After all, the atmosphere is subtle and very novel.
Yuanyuan quickly managed her expression and replied, "Yes, escort the tenant out for service."
Chen Zhuo nodded, the smile deepened on his face, and spit out four words: "It varies from person to person."
This time, the chopsticks in Xianbei's hand were unstable again, and a piece of slippery egg was directly clipped from it.
what!
Out of the corner of the eye, he glanced, but fortunately, the movement was small and no one noticed.
Quickly put it into the mouth, chew it, swallow it, and destroy the corpse.
—
In the quiet afternoon, Xianbei continued to sign the contract.
Chen Zhuo still waited, but changed from reading comics to using his mobile phone.
Has he had nothing to do all day...
Not too boring
Xianbei couldn't help but peek at him.
When You Qi thinks of his actions in the morning, and those vague words at noon, Xianbei will think wildly, and then he will wander into the sky...
It affects my efficiency a lot...
I can't finish writing it tomorrow after signing in like this. TAT
Xianbei simply took out a small loose-leaf ledger from his bag and took out one of the pages.
Swish and write: There is a library next door, you can go shopping.
Push past in rustling.
The man took it and glanced at it. The round font is always so cute.
Um? chase him away
Chen Zhuo raised his eyebrows and looked at Xianbei, who was holding a marker, his head almost lowered to the page, and his writing posture was a typical counter-example in elementary school textbooks.
The bad habit of having breasts should be developed like this.
Xianbei wrote quickly, seemingly inadvertently, but her tense back had already betrayed herself.
Not wanting to distract her any more, Chen Zhuo stopped staying and stood up: "Then I'll go out."
Senbei exhaled.
But the next moment, the back, which was only slightly loose, was stiff again.
Because when someone passed by, he suddenly patted her on the back and said with a smile, "Do you want to eat a book, raise your head up."
His tone was neither impatient nor impatient, but he let the heat swept across the girl's face in an instant, and his heart was stormy.
Senbei immediately straightened her back...
Like a stupid student who is being corrected in public in class...
Don't dare to sing back to death...
—
Chen Zhuo stayed in the library for a while, there are many bookshelves here.
The colorful spines, neatly coded in grids, resemble boxes of organized knowledge candies.
Chen Zhuo turned twice, but did not take down any of them.
He has no hobby and habit of reading comic books at all, and many things, as he said, vary from person to person.
Because I want to understand a person, I will spend time reading her works.
Because she doesn't trust someone, she will follow her every step of the way.
Going around a row of bookshelves, Chen Zhuo bumped into Yuanyuan.
The woman with the ponytail was sorting books. She also saw the man and asked, "Reading books?"
Chen Zhuo replied, "Just wander around."
Yuanyuan asked, "Have you read Xianbei's comics?"
Chen Zhuo nodded: "I have seen it."
Yuanyuan smiled, her face showing confidence in her painters: "Her works are excellent, right?"
Chen Zhuo said "um" and agreed. It's just that he was more concerned about another topic than comics, so he didn't shy away from asking: "Is she like this before?"
Yuanyuan understood: "When I knew her, it was like this."
Chen Zhuo didn't answer any more, he walked out thoughtfully.
Yuanyuan supported the bookshelf with one arm and stopped him: "Aren't you curious?"
Chen Zhuo stopped: "You know?"
Yuanyuan curved the corners of her mouth: "Because her personality is curious about her, you are not the only one."
She continued: "I was also very curious. I tried to visit her former classmates, some of them in colleges and middle schools, and got some answers."
Her tone gradually took on a seductive aura: "Do you want to know?"
Chen Zhuo didn't make a direct statement, only said: "One day, will she say it herself?"
Yuanyuan tilted her head: "You mean, open your heart?"
Chen Zhuo: "Yes."
Yuanyuan laughed and shook her head: "She won't."
Chen Zhuo was a little bit mean: "How do you know it won't?"
Yuanyuan's hand was still on the bookshelf and looked at him critically: "It's easy for us to pour out everything to people we have a good relationship with, because that's our way of expressing trust and love."
"Xianbei is different. She is the kind of person who can't speak without speaking. It's best not to reveal any emotions to the outside world, so as to prevent the possibility of hurting others. However, it is counterproductive. People who are too introverted are destined to be unpopular and unpopular. Hi, because everyone is eager to interact, get a response, and have an intuitive expression, who has the time to calm down and think about each other slowly?"
Yuanyuan sighed leisurely: "But, what can I do? There is such a person who loves the world without making a sound."
As soon as the words fell, she looked at Chen Zhuo, her eyes were sharp, almost staring:
"Now you can still do it differently?"