Master 07
Song Jing propped up her head and glanced at He Mian. He was now lowering his head to arrange the dishes, and his expression looked normal.
She pursed her lips and nodded, "Oh, no wonder." Seeing He Mian say this, she thought it made sense and didn't think about it anymore.
Song Jing placed the ladled soup in front of the two of them. She sat down and held the chopsticks. "Then I'll start eating."
Because she was not very familiar with He Mian, and because of the workplace, Song Jing always had a barrier between him and her, so she finished the meal quickly. However, it must be said that He Mian's cooking skills were quite good, and the two of them did have similar preferences for the taste of dishes.
Before Song Jing could react, He Mian entered the kitchen with empty plates and bowls, so she had to help wipe the table outside.
"It should be to your liking, right? Is it too salty or not flavorful enough?" He Mian closed the door of the dishwasher and walked back to the dining table.
"Well, it's delicious. It suits my appetite, no problem." Song Jing is not good at complimenting people, and she could only come up with this sentence after racking her brains.
She stood awkwardly in front of the dining table, wondering what topic to start with to express her desire to go home.
Song Jing's sleep schedule had been a bit off over the weekend, and she'd slept in for a long time today. But she'd just finished a meal, and perhaps a bit of a carbohydrate craving, she was feeling sleepy. Her eyes were still a little sore from staying up late the previous night. She covered her mouth and yawned.
He Mian noticed that she was a little sleepy, "Are you going to take a nap?"
"Yeah, I'm a little sleepy."
"Then why don't you go home and rest first?"
Song Jing nodded at him, and the two of them walked out of the house one after the other.
"Wait a minute, Song Jing, do you have any other plans today?" He Mian stopped her at the door.
Song Jing tilted her head and then shook it slowly, "No." If she didn't go out for exercise or leisure on weekends, Song Jing would usually rest at home and lie down for ten hours a day.
She didn't know why He Mian asked this question, but when she said it, Song Jing suddenly remembered that He Mian would not arrange any work for her on the weekend.
"Will you still have dinner with us tonight?"
"Ah?" Song Jing was stunned for two seconds and then realized that He Mian meant to come to his house for dinner again in the evening.
Song Jing quickly shook her head, "No, no, no, thank you. It's too much of a hassle for you." Only now did she realize that He Mian seemed to separate his private and work matters very clearly. Although she seldom saw He Mian at the company and was not very clear about how he worked, He Mian did not put on a bossy face to her when he was home from get off work.
He seemed more interested in establishing friendly neighborly relations than she was.
"It's really more convenient for two people to cook, and your appetite is much smaller than mine. It's just a matter of buying a few more vegetables. It's also very convenient for me to cook. It's not troublesome at all." He Mian smiled, "Or maybe you actually think the food I cook is not delicious, but you are embarrassed to say it." He curved his eyebrows and spoke softly, his tone tainted with a hint of grievance.
Although He Mian thought Song Jing was the best person in the world, he had to admit that her cooking skills weren't very good. He knew that when Song Jing first graduated and started working, she had experienced such incidents as vomiting after eating her own cooking, exploding a pot while making soup, and making countless plates of charred beef.
These days, when she is at home, she almost always orders takeout. Even though He Mian has not been with her in the past few years, he can guess that she has given up struggling with the food she cooks.
Besides, she was really tired after getting home from work. After a full day at the company, Song Jing didn't want to move at all. The weather was hot recently, and her appetite was poor. He Mian didn't make this suggestion on the spur of the moment. He had thought it over carefully before he made the suggestion to her.
He Mian's room was at the end of the corridor. Now the two of them were standing in front of the white wall at the end. The air in the cramped corner was a little sticky. Song Jing raised her head and looked into his eyes. She pursed her lips and hummed slowly, as if she was thinking.
"We can also cook dinner together later. Our tastes are pretty similar, so it's more convenient to cook for two people."
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Song Jing was still a little confused when she returned home and lay on the sofa. He Mian was a very good debater. Song Jing herself didn't know why, but after listening to him, she felt that his suggestion seemed really good, and then she agreed in a daze.
She looked down at the mobile phone page where she had just transferred money to He Mian, feeling a little complicated.
The two people finally agreed to split the groceries, with He Mian responsible for cooking and Song Jing responsible for eating.
No matter how you look at it, He Mian is the one who is at a disadvantage. Song Jing actually feels a little embarrassed. She also thinks that He Mian may be more polite and patient with her just because he is her new neighbor and new leader.
But for now, she decided to just muddle along. Song Jing's personality made her indifferent to many things. After all, having a handsome guy cook for her after work wasn't a bad thing.
It finally rained a little this afternoon, and the temperature at summer nights dropped a little. The cool north wind blew in from outside the balcony, carrying water vapor.
The clothes hanging on the balcony were swaying in the wind, and the metal hangers collided with each other, making crisp sounds.
Song Jing was lying on the big sofa in her living room with her arms and legs spread out, applying a facial mask with a corner of a blanket covering her stomach. Her hands were covered with the sticky essence of the mask, and she was smoothing out the wrinkles on the mask with her fingertips, feeling the cool temperature in the room with some comfort.
Just as she was about to sigh at the leisure of living alone, Song Jing heard a series of screams, and the sharp and shrill screams broke the silence in the house.
Song Jing sat up and moved her ears. The sound came again. Song Jing finally heard that it was a domestic cat or a wild cat that started to go into heat in the middle of the night.
She stood up and closed the balcony door completely, then lay back on the sofa with her legs crossed, her ears automatically blocking out the sound of the cat's calls in estrus.
I thought that the physiological reactions of some creatures in order to reproduce are really painful, and being a human is actually quite happy, at least in terms of dominance, we are still very free.
Song Jing glanced at the time, calculated the time, took off her mask, washed up, and fell asleep. She had dinner at home with He Mian on weekends and Mondays, and the two of them had become quite familiar with each other.
But they didn't have much interaction at the company. Apart from meeting by chance in the corridor or during meetings, Song Jing didn't seem to have seen He Mian anywhere else.
But she didn't see him all day today, and she didn't even see He Mian during the meeting just now.
Song Jing tidied up the things on the conference table, picked up her thermos, stood up and prepared to return to her office.
"Xiao Song, wait a moment." Minister Liu called her a few seconds before Song Jing walked out the door.
Song Jing's body stiffened. She was most afraid of being left alone after the meeting. What's more, it was only half an hour before she would get off work, and there was still a string of half-processed data on her computer.
She sighed quietly and turned to look at the minister, "What's wrong, minister?"
"Did you see Director He today? We suddenly couldn't contact Director He."
She shook her head honestly, "No."
Song Jing's brain had just been pulled out of a pile of data. She didn't understand what Minister Liu meant by saying this to her. What did it have to do with her if she couldn't contact He Mian? They might not have met each other in the company all day.
"Aren't you and Mr. He neighbors? You haven't seen him recently?"
Before she could ponder why Minister Liu knew they lived next door, Song Jing shook her head bluntly, "I saw him last night, but he came to work yesterday as well."
She didn't see him in the neighborhood this morning.
Minister Liu's expression suddenly became a little worried. There was a very important contract during the day that had to be signed by He Mian in person. He had recently taken four days off.
I originally wanted to contact him to request an electronic signature, but the company could not contact He Mian.
He Mian was a senior executive transferred from the headquarters. There were many people in the management at the headquarters who were familiar to him, but no one could contact him.
Even Jay Chou himself couldn't contact He Mian, and I heard that even his friends couldn't find He Mian's whereabouts. This is not like He Mian's style at all.
"Ah? How could this be?" Song Jing was a little surprised when she heard Minister Liu's words. Seeing that Minister Liu's face was indeed anxious, she hesitated and said, "So, now you want me to help you go to his house to look for him?"
"Do you have any work on hand now?"
"There's a graph that hasn't been drawn yet, but the data is almost sorted out, so it should be ready soon."
Song Jing returned to the office with the things in her arms and patiently processed the data. She returned home twenty minutes earlier than the end of get off work.
Just as Minister Liu said, there was no response when I contacted He Mian on the phone.
Fortunately, Song Jing's home was very close to the company, and she returned to the community soon. She stood in front of his door, knocked on the door, and put her ear close to the door but heard no movement inside.
She pressed the doorbell again. Song Jing looked up and down at his front door and muttered softly, "Could something have really happened?"
Song Jing was thinking about contacting the property management to handle the matter. It would be bad if something unexpected happened to He Mian at home.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone a few rays of light through the corridor at the end. Song Jing came back in a hurry, feeling a little irritated by the summer heat. She was so anxious that a thin layer of sweat adhered to the tip of her nose, and two beads of sweat gathered on her forehead.
Just as she opened the contact page with the property management, the door of He Mian's house was opened.
Song Jing heard the sound of the door lock turning, and the door was opened a little. She took two steps back and asked, "Mr. He, are you okay?"
She tilted her head, wanting to see He Mian's face.
Before she could see the expression on He Mian's face, he fell straight towards her. Song Jing reflexively stretched out her arms to catch He Mian.
His exceptionally warm breath brushed past her ear, and Song Jing felt her neck begin to heat up.
She smelled some pleasant fragrance on him, she didn't know if it was the smell of laundry detergent or shower gel, or maybe he was wearing perfume.
He Mian leaned against her, his head resting on Song Jing's shoulder, most of his weight leaning on her. "Mr. He?"
Song Jing raised her arm to confirm whether He Mian was still awake.
He hummed in a low voice, having already used up all his strength.
Song Jing frowned and shouted in her heart - He Mian, you are so heavy.
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