Red String

Chapter 12

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Lie down on the bed and sigh. Staring at the bedside table in a daze, he sat up again after a while, opened the cabinet, and took out a photo frame. Inside the frame was a photo of Su Zhenzhen and a woman. In the photo, the woman was gentle and beautiful, with calm and dignified eyebrows. The smile is gentle.

Fingers caressing the face of the woman in the photo, Su Zhenzhen sighed in a low voice, "Cailing..."

10

Ye Xiaochai started dreaming again.

After writing the code, I punched another set of punches, and I used to be so tired that I had no time to think and fell asleep. Not surprisingly, I found myself standing in the pavilion by the lake again, with white mist floating on the lake, a familiar scene that could no longer be familiar.

His dream was filled with a light and pleasant fragrance, and it seemed that someone behind him whispered his name, Ye Xiaochai. It was this voice again, appearing in his dreams several times, but he couldn't see it even though he wanted to see it.

Gritting my teeth, can I see you this time? Turning around abruptly, the white mist around him circulated. The person behind him had a face he never forgot, wearing complicated clothes, long hair rolled up behind his head, and a spot of cinnabar between his brows was as red as blood. Seeing himself turning his head, he raised a gentle smile, and the wind floated the fine hair on his forehead.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me in a daze?"

He opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but he could only make a simple breathy sound. He was shocked in his heart, thousands of words and various questions were mixed up, and he could only say ah.

The person in front of him frowned, "Your heart sounds are so complicated today, it's not like the usual you, did you encounter any incomprehensible things?" After speaking, he leaned forward and reached out to touch his forehead, whispering as if talking to himself. "It didn't burn..."

Ye Xiaochai looked at the warm and jade-like face in front of her, her thoughts were flowing, and she inadvertently stretched out her hand to stroke his cheek, the touch was as soft as she had always imagined.

Is the person in front of you Su Zhenzhen? There is a face exactly like him, with a gentle smile. In the dream, he does not have a high status and is surrounded by other people, which makes people feel closer.

Just as he made up his mind and held his hand, wanting to feel more of this rare contact in the dream, there was a sudden sharp noise. The surrounding space began to squeeze, and I seemed to be pulled out of the space by a huge energy, my eyes went dark, and I suddenly woke up.

At six o'clock in the morning, Ye Xiaochai never wanted to smash his alarm clock more than now.

I came to the company yawning, was woken up in a dream, and couldn't fall back asleep after waking up. Just get to the company early. At this time, there are few people in the company and it is quiet.

He just walked into the lobby, and after saying good morning to the reception lady at the door as usual, he found that she had an uncontrollable excited expression on her face, and kept looking at the gate behind him. Ye Xiaochai turned her head, a black car parked quietly at the gate, someone has already hurriedly stepped forward to open the door, said something in a low voice, a pair of slender legs stepped out, and then a familiar but unfamiliar face appeared .

They are familiar because they have met several times in a period of time, and even a few nights ago, they were still sitting together, sharing the same secret space, with their lips and tongues intertwined, feeling each other's body temperature. He said unfamiliar because Su Zhenzhen now has an expression on his face that he has never seen before. A perfect smile, calm and calm eyes. Wearing a light-colored suit fits snugly. There was a faint breath of abstinence between the lowered eyebrows.

His eyes swept across the hall, and he had obviously seen Ye Xiaochai. His slender legs did not stop when he saw Ye Xiaochai standing in the hall. His long silver-white hair was neatly tied up, and the ends of his hair swayed as he walked. On the wrist of his left hand is a golden braided bracelet with a lotus pattern on it, and a few transparent crystals dangle from the end. A pair of silver-rimmed glasses hangs on his face, covering all familiar eyes and breath.

He stood there, as if he had pressed the mute button for this space, no sound could reach Ye Xiaochai's ears, and he felt dizzy.

Su Zhenzhen walked into the hall, and the people around stood still, bowing slightly to salute, "Good morning, President."

Ye Xiaochai retreated to one side in a daze, and Su Zhenzhen approached him step by step, and walked past him, but his gaze didn't stop because of him. Next to him was a woman in a professional suit. Her face looked familiar. It was Ling Xiaoyue who I saw at Su's house that day.

Right now, the woman lingered on him for a while, smiled at him, and then walked away quickly, following Su Huanzhen's footsteps.

Ye Xiaochai stayed for a while, until the hall resumed its usual bustle. Only then did I walk to the elevator room in a daze, reached the 11th floor, and sat down in my seat. Putting his hands on his forehead, he woke up.

That person is actually the president? I only subtly noticed that he was not an ordinary person from the attitude of the people around him, but I didn't expect that he was the president of the Su Group. Ye Xiaochai supported her head, remembering what he said to herself in the car that day.

"I once wondered why you gave up invitations from other companies. As far as I know, Tiance Dynasty and Ouyang Holdings are better choices than Liuli Wonderland."

"And your professor Yijian Wansheng seems to have a close connection with Ouyang Group. At the beginning, he strongly recommended you to go to Ouyang Holdings. It is a surprise that he gave up such a good opportunity to choose."

At that time, it was just that the other party was a little confused about his choice, but now it seems that he was paying attention to him a long time ago.

His eyes dimmed a little. At first he thought these words were casual, but now he felt a dull pain in his heart. Not because of anything else, but because he suddenly realized that every sentence reminded him that he was different from him.

After staying for a while, I went to the bathroom to wash my face, regained my energy and returned to my seat. Jian Jun came in with a dance, and turned around happily. Yun Xiu slapped him back to his position, and cast a disdainful look. He went crazy early in the morning.

Kuang Dao said that it must be Ling Xiaoyue from the 19th floor who smiled at him today. Such as the gossiping sword-asking gentleman, when are you going to pursue her? Jian Jun turned around and returned to his seat with a mysterious expression on his face. Sitting next to Ye Xiaochai smiled sinisterly, and said to pursue her, I don't think Jianjun even dared to greet her directly.

Jianjun scoffed at Wuchang, and the shemale shut up.

What's wrong with the shemale! Slapping the table heartlessly, what's wrong with the ladyboy, have you ever seen such a beautiful ladyboy!

Besides, what's wrong with liking men! I just like men with big breasts and mighty muscles. They are very manly at first sight, what a man!

Everyone glanced at the pink appliqué nail polish, inner shirt and floral skirt that Wu Gu had applied today, and at the small flower hairpin on his head. Very tacitly chose to ignore this problem together.

Qingyangzi looked far away and went to work on the whiteboard, doubling his gutless workload.

After a bunch of people frolicked, they all lowered their heads and started to do their business. They didn't raise their heads until noon, discussing what to eat. Ye Xiaochai stood up and was about to go to the restaurant on the third floor to buy a sandwich when suddenly someone knocked on his computer.

"Huh?" Ye Xiaochai rubbed her sore shoulders, raised her head and looked at him suspiciously, Qingyangzi pointed her chin back, and a woman was smiling and looking towards this side, holding a takeaway lunch box in her hand .

The person who came was Ling Xiaoyue who had met him in the morning, carrying a takeaway lunch box from a well-known hotel in his hand, "This is the lunch that the president asked me to deliver, please see if it suits your appetite."

That hotel is not far from the company. Ye Xiaochai once went in to find someone. The interior decoration is magnificent, but not vulgar, and the details are exquisite and gorgeous. It is rumored that the owner of this hotel is also a dragon and phoenix, with extraordinary knowledge and family wealth. strong. But that's not the point, the point is why the president specially ordered this hotel's takeaway for him? Thinking of Su Zhenzhen walking in front of her in the hall in the morning without looking sideways, Ye Xiaochai suddenly felt a little sad again.

"No, I brought my own lunch."

Ling Xiaoyue glanced at Qingyangzi over him, and said with a light smile, "I know you don't, you just accept the president's wishes, and it's just a meal, so there's nothing to say no to."

Ye Xiaochai could only thank her, took the lunch box silently, Ling Xiaoyue smiled, turned around and left gracefully without further explanation. Someone floated over, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder. Looking back, he saw that it was Jianjun, with extremely resentful eyes, and he had already leaned back in front of his computer, the surrounding air turned gray, and his eyes emitted light waves of resentment towards him.

Kuangdao looked up at the ceiling, as if counting how many stars there were on the decorative painting, and took out his beloved wife's bento after counting for about three minutes. Qingyangzi had already escaped, and Wugut took out the small mirror to look at it, put on some lipstick, stood up and stepped on the high heels to go to the elevator with twists and turns.

Ju Shenglang, who had been working in the corner, raised his head, patted Jianjun on the shoulder, and said in a long voice, young people, you must know that this is life.

11

The gray air above Jian Jun's head became thicker, and it was almost about to rain lightly.

Ye Xiaochai held the lunch box in her arms, neither left nor stayed, so she floated silently to the dining area.

At this moment, Su Zhenzhen was sitting behind the desk, writing with a pen on the paper. Ling Xiaoyue pushed the door in. He just thought it was Qu Shitu, and without looking up, he said that he would wait until I was done before eating. Immediately after hearing Ling Xiaoyue's laughter, she said teasingly, "If you have time to worry about his eating well, why don't you pay attention to whether you are hungry or not, and if you don't eat lunch, Qu Shitu will croak again later."

Su Zhenzhen threw down his pen, took off his glasses and fell back, "What did he say?"

"I didn't say anything." Ling Xiaoyue picked a cherry from the fruit plate in the reception area and threw it into her mouth, "I feel that little girl Ye Xiaochai was hurt when she saw you this morning."

"You're thinking too much." Su Zhenzhen flipped through the information, "Wo Yun is again today.