The Bodhisattva did not reply to the message of eating grass. After registering, he turned and looked at Chen Chen.
At that time, the other party had put away his mobile phone, but he was still a social elite.
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. The 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 secretly looked at Song Yunhui.
There was no other reason. His outfit really stood out among the crowd of suits and formal wear, giving them the illusion that they were 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 true that she was a Bodhisattva sent from heaven, he couldn't help but feel startled when he saw her outfit.
If King Ji Ji had not looked at the other party's resume and personally decided on this matter, from his point of view, it would be really worrying.
The elevator made a sound, and then 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 now time to go to work, and at a glance you 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?"
Song Yun recalled that the best food 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, he took the initiative and directly changed the topic to the project.
In a way, he was even more anxious than his boss, the anxious king 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 rubbed his hair which was a little messy due to 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 has no expression on his face and looks calm and indifferent.
——Completely different from the image he had shown to the public before.
Or it is different from the image in the public's impression.
Chen Chen's hands holding the document shook unconsciously twice.
How can this be the same name? They are the same person!
From a former star 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 his resume before. Although it was indeed a bit too simple, it should have had a photo on it, so that he wouldn't have had such an expression when he was seen.
What is Chen Chen surprised about?
This was the first time their brain waves matched.
Chen Chen said: "The resume is urgent...it went directly to Mr. Ji, and I couldn't see it."
Song Yunhui wanted to put the mask back on immediately, 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 your email yesterday. Now I need you to sign it again for confirmation."
Song Yunhui took the contract and looked through it again. He found that it was the same as last night's contract. A confidentiality agreement was added after negotiation. He saw the signature of the boss of the King Ji Ji that Chen Chen mentioned, and then he 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 grand may be more appropriate.
He raised his eyes and looked at the other person again.
It is indeed very different.
He has been in society for many years, has worked in several industries, and has met many celebrities. It is easy to see from those stars the vanity and extravagance of life and the pride unique to that circle.
Once they rise to prominence, impetuousness is almost written on the faces of many people. In that kind of environment, few people can be so calm.
Opening another folder, Chen Chen opened it, 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, so 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 sweatshirt is that the pockets are very large and can hold anything.
Chen Chen handed him the rest of the documents in his hand, and then waited silently for him to read 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 the information that belongs to you. 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, circling something from time to time and writing a short note.
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.
In order to gain points last night, Chigecao said more than once, "Mr. Dan, you are my God", "I will quit my job tomorrow if I am not even a social animal", and "I will be in trouble if I wash my clothes."
He did not care, as he worked the same six hours every day. However, looking at the social elites in suits and serious faces in front of him, he always felt that perhaps the collapse of the social elites would only take a moment.
Seeing Song Yunhui's hesitation, Chen Chen asked, "Is there any inconvenience?"
Song Yunhui hesitated, "I didn't."
I’m afraid you have it.
Chen Chen breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good. Do you want to sweep me or do I sweep you?"
Song Yun looked back at him, then lowered his head.
Chen Chen just felt that this look 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 an adult.
Even if a broken 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 look like a product of this dimension at all. But now it is suddenly exposed.
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 was in a good mood and waved to him. It was completely different from the mood when he first came and felt like going to a grave when going to work was like going to a grave.
The driver stepped on the accelerator and the 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, either good or bad, 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 convenient for him to have a video call.
Qin Shu didn't reply, but a video call came directly.
After connecting the earphones and answering the call, an enlarged cat head filled the entire screen, with furry eyes everywhere.
Qin Shu's voice seemed to come from behind the phone, clear and magnetic, directly hitting the eardrum.
"Missing orange?"
Song Yunhui's eyes slowly widened and he gave a thumbs up, "Qin Xiaoshu, you understand me!"
Qin Shu understood him, and Chengzi was also working very actively, constantly stretching his claws towards the screen and meowing as if he wanted to pounce on him, but he couldn't get over and meowed even more anxiously.
Song Yunhui propped his chin with one hand, his eyebrows curved, poked the screen and said, "Little Clip Cat."
Orange didn't know what a clamp was, but that didn't affect its increasingly tender cries.
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 started talking too late.
It’s human nature, Song Yunhui understands.
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 doing it.
Originally, he wanted to chat for a few more words, but when he noticed the battery level, Song Yunhui immediately announced that he was hanging up the phone.
My phone was unplugged yesterday after barely charging, and I just made a video call, which made things even worse.
The driver saw him unplug his headphones, then glanced at his sweatshirt and said, "It's going to get colder 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 he didn't go back to his home, but went straight to Qin Shu's house.
It's another wonderful morning to have breakfast with my cat in my arms.
The file 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 start work, the first thing he did when he got home was to examine his wardrobe.
He discovered a huge problem when he was picking up his coat this morning.
He has few autumn clothes and zero winter clothes.
If his things had not been thrown out during the house cleaning, most of his winter clothes would have been laid out in the Song family's closet, never worn or even seen.
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 helping Song Zishu choose, she would pick up two pieces. It didn't matter whether they fit him or not, as long as she bought them.
Until last winter, he wore a few coats that he had worn for many years.
There was no special meaning to them, they were just some of the few pieces of clothing that Song Cheng bought for him personally.
Song Yunhui closed the wardrobe.
It's time to buy my own clothes this year.
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