"I signed a three-year contract. Even if Miss Song has a new career, she should be able to manage her time well."
In three sentences, Song Anyi's provocation was defeated, and the explanation translated into vernacular is: Even if she does open a snack shop, don't forget to come clean on time every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and serve snacks along the way, so there is no light at all. The problem that does not come.
Yes, she is a super super VIP with "efficiency". As one of the partners, she can't vent her emotions on the guests, but Song Anyi didn't grow up suffering from boredom, and it's impossible to beat each other. Fight back!
"According to the terms of the contract, I am here to clean, not to deliver snacks. If Professor Zhou thinks that the snacks I have prepared are difficult for you to refuse, please rest assured that I will not bring any more food. Today's cleaning work is over, I'll leave first."
Song Anyi was really angry, she put the three books on the table, got up, quickly cleaned up the cups and plates on the table, and strode out of the study without looking back.
Zhou Mo looked at Miss Song's angry back inquisitively, and really didn't understand why she was angry
In fact, in the past six months, it is not the first time that Song Anyi has been angered to the point of stomach pain.
But it's the first time to declare a cold war!
Although Zhou Mo is a professor and a great collector, he has been with him for a long time. As a gold-medal businessman who struggles every day in an intriguing workplace, Song Anyi knows very well that Professor Zhou is not sociable. Except for work-related matters, he has always Very indifferent.
But strictly speaking, Professor Zhou is just a super VIP of the company. She only needs to complete the tasks according to the contract. She doesn't need to spend time to establish a relationship with him. Afternoon tea is superfluous, and sunbathing is superfluous. If she only needs to be herself His duty, there is no chance at all to make that indifferent man angry to the point of stomachache.
The smart President Xia-Xia Lihuan immediately understood when Song Anyi returned to the office early and a low air pressure of "don't get close to idlers" emanated from her whole body, that the company's super super VIP made her angry again.
"We are in the service industry, and it is the best policy to have a good time with customers." President Xia advised.
Song Anyi rubbed her stuffy stomach. "He's a weirdo."
"Professor Zhou's blame is not a matter of one or two days." Xia Lihuan had never actually had contact with this mysterious figure, but after hearing An Yi's talk about Professor Zhou, she also felt that this big man was indeed different.
Yes, it's not a matter of a day or two for that man, just like his name - "Mo", the strange Mo; the homophone "Mo", the indifferent indifference; the homophone "Mo", the silent Mo, no matter which pronunciation , Zhou Mo is indeed an indifferent and silent bastard! Even though she had been in friendship with him for half a year, his attitude was still the same as that of a stranger. The three words "Mo, Mo, Mo" were the impression Zhou Mo gave to most people.
The low pressure on the "efficiency" side was rare in the Zhou family in the past six months, which made Professor Zhou's sister and errand assistant, Zhou Yue, 22, very uncomfortable. She repeatedly looked at the watch several times, and the "Guangzhong" whose price in the auction market kept hitting new highs in the cupboard - at this time, shouldn't Sister Anyi still be at her eldest brother's house? There should be the aroma of tea in the air (although it occasionally smells weird), and there should be snacks on the table waiting for her to share, right
"Sister An Yi didn't come today?"
Zhou Mo didn't answer his sister's question directly. He kept thinking about whether women were angry because of physical or psychological factors.
"Is the recipe bad?"
"Ah? What recipe?" Zhou Yue followed her eldest brother's line of sight to the three cookbooks on the table. She was smart and guessed it right away. "Brother, did you give Sister Anyi's recipe?!"
Zhou Mo raised his head, his clear black eyes looked straight at the fussing little sister, and asked, "Can't you?"
The big thing is bad. It's not strange to send the recipe itself. If it was sent by her, she has a sweet mouth and a kind attitude. The recipient will definitely accept her kindness. , it is easy for recipients to misunderstand that sending recipes is to pick on each other's cooking skills!
"Brother, you didn't say anything to make Sister An Yi unhappy, right?" It's rare now that on Mondays and Wednesdays, the five brothers can be more lively and popular here, and there are snacks to eat. Now, the whole room has changed back to its original icy look, which makes it hard to get used to.
"I didn't speak." Zhou Mo's tone was indifferent.
Zhou Yue didn't believe it. "That's a matter of attitude. Sister Anyi won't leave early for no reason. She must be angry."
Zhou Mo looked at his sister and frowned in confusion. "She's mad about three cookbooks?"
He couldn't figure out why Miss Song was angry. Her dim sum did need to be improved. She should have self-knowledge. The recipe is a reference book that can make her progress. , so as not to repeat the tragedy of stomach upset, his rare good intentions, but let Miss Song go away, he really can't understand.
Zhou Yue met her elder brother's quiet gaze, he sat quietly, his posture was leisurely, and his eyes looking at her were pure and natural.
Zhou Yue sighed, if the eldest brother understands the emotions of human beings, it is better to ask her to bid at the auction and throw money faster!
She rubbed her belly longing for afternoon tea. "Then did Sister Anyi leave any snacks?"
Zhou Mo only gave her a concise criticism. "pig."
Zhou Yue couldn't solve Zhou Mo's doubts, why was she angry? Why can't I send recipes? Why is his attitude wrong
Just as Miss Song promised, she did not prepare any tea and refreshments anymore. Everything was done according to the terms recorded in the contract, and she left when the task was over.
At work, she used to hang up the bluetooth to answer the phone, so, in addition to the simple conversation when she called, she could never hear Miss Song's slightly faster speech and clear laughter in the room.
On Monday, Zhou Mo was in the study.
The same was true on Wednesday, Zhou Mo was still in the study.
On Friday, Zhou Mo moved to the living room with his beautiful little sister sitting beside him.
"Sister An Yi hasn't prepared afternoon tea snacks for several days?"
Zhou Yue hurried forward to meet her, looking at Sister An Yi, who was still angry. It wasn't because of how good sister An Yi's craftsmanship was or how special the desserts were, but she just liked the taste of the two of them. The picture of tea basking in the sun has a harmonious and happy beauty.