The Bodhisattva did not reply to the message of eating grass. After registering, he turned to look at Chen Chen.

By then, he had put away his cell phone, but he was still one of the social elites.

He said, "Then I'll take you to the reception room on the seventh floor, and then we can discuss the project in detail."

Song Yunhui followed him into the elevator.

There were quite a few people in the elevator. His mask and hat kept his head warm. He resisted the urge to yawn and stood there bored.

In the not-so-spacious elevator, many people looked at Song Yunhui secretly.

It was nothing, his outfit really stood out among the crowd of suits, giving them the illusion that he was working in an entertainment company.

The light pink hat looked thick and soft, and they guessed it must feel good.

Others were looking at him, and Chen Chen was also looking at him.

Although it was indeed a Bodhisattva sent from heaven, his heart still skipped a beat when he saw the outfit.

If King Jiji had not personally decided on this matter after reading the other party's resume, it would have been a bit worrying for him.

The elevator made a sound, and the number stopped at [7]. Chen Chen protected Song Yun and got out of the elevator.

The elevator closed again.

The reception room is right next to the large office. It is already time to go to work, and a glance over can see employees still secretly eating breakfast at their workstations.

Now that there was no one around, Song Yunhui finally had the chance to yawn, which he had been holding back all the way.

It means I'm really sleepy.

There was no one in the reception room. Chen Chen put the documents he had just taken on the table and asked, "Would you like something to drink?"

When Song Yun thought about his meals, the best one was the wonton made by Qin Shu.

He said: "Black coffee."

Chen Chen poured him a cup of black coffee.

I can't say it tastes good, I can only say it's refreshing.

Anticipating that there might be lengthy business pleasantries to follow, he took the initiative and directly changed the subject to the project.

In some ways, he was even more anxious than his boss, the King of Urgent who was eating grass.

Chen Chen was also happy to save his breath. He bent down, took the folder on the table and opened it.

Song Yunhui took off his hat and mask, and casually ruffled his hair which was made a little messy by the hat.

Chen Chen took the document and turned around, the first thing he saw was the light-colored pupils in the sunlight.

Song Yunhui's pupils are a very gentle color, but he himself has no expression and looks calm and indifferent.

——Completely different from the image he had shown to the public before.

Or it is different from the image that the public has in mind.

Chen Chen's hands holding the document shook unconsciously twice.

How can they be the same name or surname? They are the same person!

From a former celebrity to a senior RD, it only took less than a second. This identity change was a bit too fast.

Song Yunhui was still looking at him, with no special emotion in his eyes, only a hint of doubt.

He had already given me his resume before. Although it was indeed a bit too simple, it should have had a photo on it, so that I wouldn't have such an expression when I saw him.

What was Chen Chen surprised about?

This was the first time their brain waves matched.

Chen Chen said: "The resume was urgent...it went directly to Mr. Ji and I couldn't see it."

Song Yunhui immediately wanted to put the mask back on, but finally managed to hold back.

Chen Chen handed over a contract with a complicated feeling and said, "I sent the electronic version of the contract to you yesterday. Now I need you to sign it again for confirmation."

Song Yunhui took the contract and read it through again. He found that it was the same as last night's contract, with a confidentiality agreement added after negotiation. He saw the signature of the boss, King Ji Ji, who Chen Chen mentioned, and then signed at the end.

Chen Chen glanced at his signature and his expression changed slightly.

Unlike what I imagined, the handwriting is very beautiful.

It cannot be described as beautiful; in comparison, fluent and elegant might be a more appropriate word.

He raised his eyes and looked at the other person again.

It is indeed very different.

He had been in society for so many years, had worked in several industries, and had met many stars. It was easy to see from those stars the extravagance and arrogance that belonged to that circle.

Once you become a high-ranking person, impetuousness is almost written on many people's faces. In that kind of environment, few people can be so calm.

Opening another folder, Chen Chen opened another folder, took out the things inside, and then handed a blue temporary work badge to Song Yunhui.

He said: "You don't have to wear it. You only need to use it when you enter or leave the company. This way you don't have to register every time you enter or leave the company."

Song Yunhui took the work badge and put it in his pocket.

Another advantage of this sweater is that the pockets are very big and can hold anything.

Chen Chen handed him the rest of the documents in his hand and waited silently for him to browse them.

Song Yun reviewed the documents very quickly, so quickly that it seemed as if he had not read them at all.

Before Chen Chen could think of anything, he looked up and asked:

"Can these documents be painted over?"

Chen Chen nodded. "This is your data. You can decide for yourself."

He was just about to hand over the pen when he saw Song Yunhui take out a pen from his pocket.

He has a habit of writing and drawing when he is thinking, and he has no intention of changing it.

Chen Chen found that he read faster after picking up the pen, and would circle something and write a short note from time to time.

It turns out he was really watching.

After reading through the document, Song Yunhui had a clear idea.

This is easy.

Seeing that Song Yunhui had put away his pen, Chen Chen said at the right time: "Then I'll give you the contact information of the front-end developer and others. Can you add WeChat?"

Song Yunhui did not reply immediately.

He thought about it.

Last night, in order to gain points, I said more than one thing: "Mr. Dan, you are my God", "I will resign tomorrow if I am not even a social animal", and "I will be in trouble if I wash my clothes, QAQ".

He himself did not care, as he worked the same six hours every day. However, looking at the social elite in front of him wearing a suit and looking serious, he always felt that perhaps the social elite would collapse in an instant.

Seeing Song Yunhui's hesitation, Chen Chen asked, "Is there any inconvenience?"

Song Yun replied hesitantly, "I don't have any."

I’m afraid you have.

Chen Chen breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good. Do you want to sweep me or do you want me to sweep you?"

Song Yun glanced back at him, then lowered his head.

Chen Chen just felt that this glance contained too much emotion.

Then his phone vibrated.

[Egg: Congratulations]

“…”

Chen Chen slowly raised his head and met Song Yunhui's gaze.

He slowly lowered his head again, blinked dazedly at first, then finally reacted and covered his face in pain.

No one can understand the collapse of adults.

Even if a collapsed adult has reached a critical point mentally, he still has to play the role of a corporate slave.

After signing the contract and looking through the documents, he wanted to send Song Yun back downstairs.

Song Yunhui put on a hat and mask, just like when he came.

The only difference is probably that Song Yunhui is in a good mood, while Chen Chen is like a wandering soul.

Song Yun understood and didn't say anything more.

After all, the comic about eating grass is not ordinary grass. It doesn't seem like a product of this dimension. But now it is suddenly exposed, as if it is running.

He needs time to calm down.

Maybe happiness is conserved. Chen Chen fell into the confusion of an adult. Song Yunhui found a taxi and got in. He waved to him in a good mood. He was completely different from the feeling he had when he first came to work, which was like going to a grave.

As the driver stepped on the accelerator, the cell phone in his pocket shook. Song Yunhui picked it up and took a look.

【Eat grass: Take me to play games tonight】

“…”

My mood recovered quite quickly.

There was no reply, Song Yun replied: [Don’t slack off at work]

The other party sent a crying cat head.

Song Yunhui stared at the cat's head for a long time without moving his eyes.

After coming to his senses, he scrolled through the list and found Qin Shu.

He sent a message and the other party replied immediately.

He asked if it was inconvenient for him to make a video call.

Qin Shu didn't reply, but a video call came directly.

After connecting the headphones and answering the phone, an enlarged cat head filled the entire screen, and everything was furry.

Qin Shu's voice seemed to come from behind the phone, clear and magnetic, directly hitting the eardrum.

"Missing orange?"

Song Yunhui's eyes gradually widened and he raised his thumb, "Qin Xiaoshu, you understand me!"

Qin Shu understood him, and Chengzi was also working very actively, stretching his claws towards the screen and meowing as if he wanted to pounce on him, but he couldn't get over him, and he meowed even more anxiously.

Song Yunhui propped his chin with one hand, frowned, poked the screen, and said, "Little Clip Cat."

Orange didn't know what a clamp was, but that didn't stop his voice from becoming more and more charming.

Holding the cat over, the camera moved upwards, and Qin Shu asked, "Would you like to have breakfast? The porridge was just cooked."

"Yes, I'll be back soon."

Song Yun replied, "Huh?" "Why are you cooking breakfast so late today?"

Qin Shu said it was too late.

It's human nature, Song Yunhui understood.

He waved his hand again in a small arc and said to Orange, who was still meowing, "I'll come play with you later."

Even though he knew the other party couldn't understand him, he still enjoyed it.

Originally, he wanted to chat for a few more words, but when he noticed the battery was low, Song Yunhui immediately announced to hang up the phone.

My phone was unplugged yesterday without much charge, and I just made a video call, which made things even worse.

The driver saw him unplug the headphones, then glanced at his sweatshirt and said, "The temperature will drop in a few days, so you should wear more clothes then."

Song Yunhui paused for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, thank you uncle."

Fortunately, the phone lasted until I got home.

Song Yunhui was thinking about Chengzi so much that he didn't go back home and went straight to Qin Shu's house.

It's another wonderful morning to have breakfast with my cat in my arms.

The document bag made of kraft paper was placed on the table. Qin Shu saw it but didn't ask any more questions.

Song Yunhui stayed with Chengzi for a while and then left.

Instead of rushing to work, the first thing he did when he got home was to check his closet.

This morning when I was picking up my coat, he discovered a huge problem.

He has few autumn clothes, and the number of winter clothes is zero.

If the housecleaning hadn't thrown out his things, most of his winter clothes would have been lying around in the Song family closet, unworn and even unseen.

The brand will give him clothes of the season, whatever they have, as long as he can wear one of them once or twice.

Xu Wei had also bought clothes for him. When she was helping Song Zishu choose, she would pick up two pieces. It didn't matter whether they fit him or not, as long as he bought them.

Until last winter, he had worn a few coats that he had worn for many years.

There was no special meaning, except that those pieces were among the few pieces of clothing that Song Cheng bought for him personally.

Song Yun returned and closed the closet.

It's time to buy my own clothes this year.