Heart-to-heart talk

Yingchen gently pushed Tang Qichen away.

Although this action is small, it is not a bit of drag.

Yingchen said: "No, I'm fine."

Tang Qichen: "It's really okay?

Don't bear it."

Yingchen nodded, bent down and put on his shoes again, and then held the desk and walked towards the conference room step by step.

Li Kun watched Yingchen limp into the conference room. He stopped talking several times, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Work is going on as usual, calm and busy, as if nothing has happened.

It was not until Li Kun walked into the elevator that everyone dared to talk in a low voice.

"Is the woman who just came to make trouble? Isn't it true?"

"Not it true, grab the kidney source?

I don’t dare to act like this in TV series.”

"Where is that man?

Sister Chen’s ex-boyfriend?”

"Yeah, it should be, it's so handsome."

"It's quite manly, but I prefer Mr. Tang's type haha."

The little gossip was ready to move, so no one noticed that Tang Qichen walked out of the conference room.

He stood there and knocked on the table three times.

As soon as they looked, the employees all lowered their heads and closed their voices, and they didn't dare to breathe, "Tang, Mr. Tang."

Tang Qichen glanced around and said, "Do your job well, and then I heard a sentence, and I went to the Human Resources Department to report it myself."

He was calm, but his attitude was unquestionable. He said something and turned back to the meeting.

The topic of the meeting this afternoon was to develop the mining resource market. Relevant departments selected the companies that intend to be selected and analyzed and compared one by one.

Yingchen sat next to Tang Qichen, gave opinions, asked questions, and spoke very rigorously and professionally.

Her water cup was empty, Tang Qichen signaled to the secretary with his eyes, and soon filled the water again.

After Yingchen's speech ended, she drank water to moisten her throat, then got up and went to the bathroom.

As soon as I arrived at the door, my colleague said, "Sister Chen, someone just gave you something."

Yingchen wondered: "Who gave it to me?"

As his colleague said, he handed her a paper bag and said carefully: "It's the man just now."

"Which man?"

Yingchen didn't react, but looked down at the paper bag and understood.

There is a shoe box inside, and the packaging should be bought at a nearby store.

Yingchen lifted the lid and it was a pair of white flat-heeled shoes.

The secretary also saw it with sharp eyes and comforted him, "I feel so meticulous."

Sister Chen, you sprained your ankle, you should be more comfortable wearing flat heels."

Yingchen smiled and said, "Thank you, go and do your business."

It turned out that Li Kun did not leave immediately, but went outside to buy her a pair of flat-heeled shoes.

Yingchen felt a little sad, and subconsciously looked at the elevator entrance, as if others were still there.

With a calm mind, she put her shoes back to the office and continued to attend the meeting.

One hour later.

Tang Qichen arranged the follow-up work. When he was idle, he realized that Yingchen was not in the office.

He looked around and finally saw her on the company rooftop.

The building was high and the wind was strong. Yingchen's clothes were blown tightly against her body, and her long hair was tied up.

"It's the beginning of autumn, blow less wind."

Tang Qichen's voice was fainted by the wind, and he approached her: "Give it."

Yingchen took the coffee, "Thank you."

She didn't drink it, so she put the paper cup on the edge of the table and continued to look away.

Tang Qichen relaxed in his posture, just like her, holding the railings with both hands.

The two stood side by side, with only the sound of wind whistling in the middle.

Tang Qichen saw the paper bag at her feet and asked, "What is this?"

"Um?"

Yingchen looked over and said, "Shoes."

Tang Qichen felt clear in his heart and asked with a smile: "Then why don't you change it?"

Yingchen was still wearing his high heels, and his sprained foot was a little red.

She said: "If you wear it, you can't take it off."

Tang Qichen smiled deeper and pointed: "As long as you want to take off, how can you not take off?"

Yingchen didn't say anything, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Tang Qichen asked: "Which unit did you have your first love?"

Yingchen whispered: "Keep confidential."

Tang Qichen: "It's a special forces soldier."

Yingchen looked sideways: "How do you know?"

"Physical and skillful, even walking."

Tang Qichen said: "Average soldiers are not as fierce as him."

Yingchen laughed, "How can you still look at photos?"

Tang Qichen also laughed: "I can't watch it."

After seeing you for two years, I still haven’t seen any thoughts about you.”

Yingchen's mouth curled slightly, and he turned his head away, "I was with Li Kun when I was eighteen years old."

Tang Qichen's hand on the railing subconsciously tightened.

"What do you like him?"

Yingchen's eyes rolled around for a while, and he really thought about it seriously, and then said, "Love at first sight."

After saying that, I was happy first.

"There are not so many reasons. If you look at each other, you will never forget it."

Tang Qichen wanted to refute it, but when he put himself in his shoes, he remained silent.

Yingchen lowered his eyes and his fingers overlapped, "What his aunt said in the office is actually true."

Tang Qichen: "Hmm?"

Yingchen said: "His mother is sick and we have robbed it when we are waiting for the kidney source."

Tang Qichen calmly said: "Did you mean it?"

Yingchen suddenly turned around and looked at him with a sharp look, "No."

Tang Qichen: "Do he know?"

Suddenly, Yingchen slowly turned his head away and said for a long time: "I know."

But what can be changed?

The robbery is true, the conflict between the two families is also true, and Li’s mother has indeed passed away.

Can Li Kun be tolerant of his temper?

It would be better to kill him.

Tang Qichen sighed and asked again: "Is it worth it so difficult?"

The wind blew, and Yingchen's eyes were a little sore, and she said, "I never thought about whether it was worth it."

Tang Qichen didn't understand.

"How can feelings be defined by value or not?

Not that complicated."

Yingchen said: "Don't worry about how many people are separated by the middle, how many years have passed, as long as you see him, you still have the feeling of being moved, it is worth it."

Yingchen turned his head, smiled and said to Tang Qichen: "I will be twenty-eight after the New Year."

But on the first day I returned from Hangzhou, I saw him again on the rooftop. Wow, that feeling, it seemed like I had become eighteen years old again."
To be continued...