"Minister Yan, are you okay?" A kind male colleague next to him handed Yan Zheng a tissue.
Yan Zheng said thank you and took the tissue to wipe the soup that was overflowing from the corner of his mouth. He glanced in the direction of Sang Tianen, who saw the culprit eating seriously.
He never thought that Sang Tianen would say such disgusting words in public. Usually when he wanted to get closer to her, she would look away and talk about other things. He thought it was because of her personality, but he didn't expect that this person would make a big splash by keeping quiet.
Sang Tianen felt a vague gaze coming at her from the opposite side from time to time. She pretended to raise her head casually and her gaze met Yan Zheng's.
His expression paused, and his right eye suddenly blinked quickly at Yan Zheng, then he turned his head and started eating.
Yan Zheng was stunned, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up. After a few seconds, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. It was soft at first, then gradually became louder, and in the end even his shoulders began to shake.
"What's wrong with you?" the male colleague next to him asked in confusion, not understanding why this person suddenly started laughing while enjoying his meal.
Yan Zheng shook his head, his face flushed, and he said with a slight breath: "Nothing, I just suddenly thought of something funny." As he said that, he couldn't help laughing again.
The male colleague nodded in understanding: "I'm like that sometimes too. I can't help laughing when I think of something funny. I can't control it at all..."
When Qian Xiaodou heard that Sang Tianen was no longer single so quickly, she was so angry. Why is there such a big gap between people?
What's so bad about Qian Xiaodou? Why hasn't she met the man with a discerning eye for talent yet? God is really blind.
As if the strength had been relieved, she hung her head, poked the rice with her chopsticks, and sighed.
Sang Tianen looked at her useless appearance and couldn't help scolding her, "Look at you, you're not going to die if you don't have a boyfriend, is it really that serious?"
"Of course you say that since you have a boyfriend. A full woman doesn't know the hunger of a hungry woman. You don't feel the pain in your waist when you talk while standing. You don't feel tired when you watch others carry loads. You don't feel pain unless a needle pricks your body." Qian Xiaodou picked up a piece of zucchini angrily and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it viciously.
Sang Tianen put down his chopsticks and glared at her: "Why do you talk so much nonsense?"
Shi Zhou, who was standing next to him, also had an indescribable expression on his face: "Stop reading! Your resentment is about to knock the satellite out of orbit."
The three of them chatted for a while before returning to their workstations for a lunch break.
Sang Tianen leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. He closed his eyes again and again but couldn't fall asleep. Shi Zhou next to him was snoring in his sleep, like an earthquake.
It was suffocating! She took out the noise-canceling earplugs and put them in her ears, then closed her eyes again and opened them again after five minutes.
It seemed that she couldn't sleep this sleep, so she took out her cell phone to read for a while. Just as she entered the power-on password, she received a message from Yan Zheng.
Sang Tianen was embarrassed. He didn't know what happened in the cafeteria just now, but he suddenly said that sentence. It was as if he was possessed by a ghost. Now when he thought about it, he even got goosebumps and wanted to find a hole to bury himself.
She clicked the paper airplane with some trepidation in her heart. When the last word died on her lips, she let out a sigh. Fortunately, she was not asked about the incident just now, otherwise it would be too stupid.
Yan Zheng sent a long string of text messages, the general content of which was that he had just received a notice that he would be flying to Kyoto on a business trip soon, and would not be able to have dinner in the evening. He would probably be back in three or four days.
Sang Tianen immediately typed a comforting word: "It's okay, you can eat the same thing next time."
The chat interface showed that the other party was typing, but Sang Tianen waited for a long time but did not get a reply from Yan Zheng. Just when she typed a question mark, Yan Zheng sent a voice message.
Sang Tianen originally wanted to convert it into text directly, but as soon as his finger touched the screen, he changed his mind and quietly took out the Bluetooth headset from his bag and put it on.
The recording environment was very quiet. Yan Zheng's voice was low and slow. He was reading a sentence in Hillland language, which translated to mean -
When the plane passes through the clouds, I will start to miss you.
Hillerland is known as the most beautiful language in the world. Its vowels are short and full, and Er Zheng's voice is of high quality. Even a short sentence can convey a gentle and lingering meaning.
Sang Tianen's face flushed. After a moment's thought, he typed a message on his phone and sent it over: "When the plane passes through the clouds, it will shake. Remember to fasten your seat belts."
Yan Zheng was about to leave the office, holding his phone and waiting for Sang Tianen's reply. When such a sentence appeared on the chat interface, he couldn't help but chuckle. It was really Sang Tianen's usual style.
At noon in the cafeteria, he thought that this woman had finally come to her senses and could say sweet words. Although her love words were a bit exaggerated and very corny, it was better than being like a wooden man who could not receive his signals at all.
He had just sent her a love poem, but he didn't expect that the other party was still so ignorant of romance. Everything that happened at noon was just his illusion.
Yan Zheng felt a little lost, but he also felt that this was the kind of person Sang Tianen was—a woman as tough as steel who didn't know any flirting techniques.
He suddenly thought of a joke on the Internet: You say you like the sea, but she tells you that the sea has drowned many people.
He still couldn't understand why he thought Sang Tianen was a gigolo when they first met. If Sang Tianen was a master at flirting, at least half of the women in the world would be killed or injured.
Thinking of this, Yan Zheng smiled bitterly. Just as he was about to step out of the R&D building, his phone vibrated again. His heart skipped a beat. He lifted his phone and saw that it was indeed a message from Sang Tianen.
Drive carefully and be safe. I’ll come back on Saturday and take you to eat king crab.
Yan Zheng sighed, then chuckled. Forget it, if she doesn’t understand romance, then she doesn’t understand romance. At least she knows to take him to eat king crab.
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