Yang Qingheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she gestured to Sun Rong with her eyes: "Clumsy, take him out."
Sun Rong nodded, glared at Song Hengjue, and walked outside first. The man seemed reluctant, turning back every few steps, only to meet Yang Qingheng's threatening gaze. Her expression clearly indicated that she would settle accounts with him after get off work.
Song Hengjue swallowed hard, his heart pounding wildly.
“I didn’t realize that the big boss of Boxiang would come to our company as an assistant. Doesn’t he get a little restless?” Sun Rong closed the office door, took a cup to get water, looked at the man behind her with a mocking gaze, took out a plaster from the drawer and threw it on the table. “I have things to do. You can apply it yourself and wait for her here.”
After all, they were former neighbors and had some past relationship. She got along with Song Hengjue in a very easygoing manner and didn't stand on ceremony. She waved her hand and left.
The door slammed shut. Song Hengjue glanced at it indifferently and surveyed the office.
This was the second time he had come to Yang Qingheng's office. Yesterday, he was so focused on the success of his plan that he was overjoyed and had no energy to pay attention to the furnishings inside.
Now I finally have time to take a good look.
The office, which is over 100 square meters, is filled with documents and books on the desk and bookshelves. There is nothing outside of work. It is cold and lifeless.
Oh, it's not that there's none at all.
Song Hengjue's gaze fell on an ornament on the corner of the table: a policeman doll wearing a hat. The features looked somewhat familiar; who else could it be but Tang Bainian?
The object, so out of place with its surroundings, was wiped spotless. The special treatment it received made his eyes burn, and his gaze flickered. He reached out and picked it up, then bounced it on the ground. In the end, he didn't dare to actually use it and reluctantly put it back on the table.
Finally, in a fit of pique, he threw it into the drawer, making a loud "bang".
"What are you doing?"
A familiar female voice behind him startled him, causing the color to drain from his face. Song Hengjue coughed and stood up from her office chair, turning his body to the side to hide the drawer: "It's nothing, I just saw that the pens on your desk were messy, so I tidied them up for you."
Yang Qingheng was skeptical, her gaze fixed on the burn ointment on the table. She wrinkled her nose in disgust: "What, you're a grown man, do I have to teach you how to apply this stuff? Do I have to teach you how to eat?"
The area that had just been splashed with water seemed to be burning from her words. The slight pain stimulated her brain, and Song Hengjue blurted out, "Is...is it okay?"
"Song Hengjue, how old are you?" Yang Qingheng didn't expect that after she insulted him, he would actually take the opportunity to retaliate. She laughed in exasperation.
She slapped his arm and unscrewed the bottle cap: "Hurry up and come here."
Women really are all bark and no bite. Song Hengjue looked down at the back of Yang Qingheng's head, following her step by step.
Yang Qingheng rolled her eyes inwardly, grabbed his hand, gasped, and said with disdain, "How come you didn't get burned to death?" She thought it would just be a little red, but when she looked, she realized that the back of his hand was covered with blisters, making her hand ache and her scalp tingle.
The tone was sarcastic, but the words were full of concern, like honey wrapped in poison.
It had been many years since Song Hengjue last heard this tone, and for a moment he felt a little dazed, his eyes welling up with tears.
He stared blankly at the top of her head.
"Does it hurt?" Yang Qingheng looked up and met the man's wet, dark eyes. Her fingers trembled as she pressed hard on the back of his hand. "Don't look at me like that." Her heart was itching, and she wanted to sleep.
The blisters burst, and tears welled up in Song Hengjue's eyes. His nose stung, and he knew how disheveled he looked even without a mirror. Seeing Yang Qingheng laughing so hard she was bent over, he was furious and snatched the cotton swab away: "I've never seen such a rude woman!"
"Oh, I've never seen such a fragile man like you," Yang Qingheng thought, "and you still want to scald him with hot water." She wisely kept the second half of her sentence to herself and pretended to care and coax him, "Don't be angry, don't be angry. I'll make amends and blow on it for you."
Just as Song Hengjue was about to retort, a gurgling sound rang out in the empty office.
Yang Qingheng's smile froze.
She expected to be mocked by the man, but to her surprise, Song Hengjue simply looked up at her and asked, "Hungry?"
"Hmm," Yang Qingheng coughed lightly, her ears burning, and stood up to get her phone. "Have you eaten? I'll have my assistant go to the cafeteria to get some food."
"Let's eat out. The soup I made for you is still in the car," Song Hengjue said cautiously.
Yang Qingheng glanced at her watch, somewhat hesitant: "Okay, fine."
Several assistants watched as their new colleague caused trouble, but instead of being scolded by the boss, he was taken into the office, and now the two of them were walking out together.
The assistant's eyes and nose were red, and her eyes were still wet with tears. She looked like she had been bullied badly. Meanwhile, her boss walked behind the new assistant with his hands behind his back, head held high and chest puffed out, looking completely satisfied. It was hard not to have impure thoughts in this scene!
"What are you looking at? Keep your mouths shut." Yang Qingheng glanced indifferently at the group of onlookers.
Everyone shuddered and scattered like birds and beasts.
Only after walking far away did I dare to look back frequently, as if I wished I had two eyes on the back of my head.
Even though Song Hengjue was thick-skinned and wearing a mask, he was still embarrassed by such a direct gaze and angrily cursed Yang Qingheng a few times.
It was past 2 p.m. when the two finished their meal. Yang Qingheng should have gone back to work, but unfortunately, Song Hengjue ordered all her favorite dishes, and for some reason, he kept putting food on her plate. Before she knew it, she had eaten too much.
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