Chapter 76
On Monday morning, Song Xianle hailed a taxi to the airport.
As soon as she got off the car, she saw He Yanqing standing there.
He was still dressed in formal attire today, just like he usually was at work, making him easy to spot. There was also a silver suitcase beside him.
When He Yanqing saw her in the distance, he immediately locked eyes with her and raised his arm.
The movement of extending the hand is neat and elegant.
Song Xianle pulled the suitcase over and asked casually, "When did you get here?"
"Just arrived a few minutes ago."
He Yanqing glanced at her suitcase, pushed his own suitcase with one hand and Song Xianle's suitcase with the other, and strode forward.
"I can do this myself." Song Xianle stepped forward and tried to pull her suitcase back. Her hand touched the handle of the suitcase and also touched the back of He Yanqing's hand.
He Yanqing smiled at her and said, "Let's go. It's just a piece of cake."
After hearing what he said, Song Xianle was no longer polite and let go of his hand.
The feeling of touch on the back of his hand suddenly disappeared, and He Yanqing felt lost for a moment.
Without any luggage in hand, Song Xianle followed He Yanqing through the aisle and passed the security check with ease.
In the waiting room, He Yanqing was not idle either. He used his computer and mobile phone at the same time, talking on the phone while looking at the computer.
Song Xianle also has his own job, which is to look at the information of the people invited to the banquet, as well as some work documents.
Her job was relatively easy, but it also required careful research. Hearing He Yanqing reporting to Jiang Zhifan, she pricked up her ears and picked up some fragmented information from He Yanqing.
Things like "land", "banquet" and "unique culture" should be the focus of this business trip.
Song Xianle knew the last two, but what about the one related to the land?
Song Xianle didn't think too much about it, she just thought it was part of the company's business and had nothing to do with her.
After He Yanqing finished reporting his work to Jiang Zhifan, he turned to look at the person on his right. Song Xianle was leaning back in her chair with a computer on her legs. A small layer of documents was neatly stacked on the chair next to her, and the distance between them was just the distance between them.
His eyes slowly scanned her body, from the black leather shoes on her feet, all the way up, to her simple black long skirt covering her knees, to her curly hair, which fell on her shoulders and covered her arms. At this time, Song Xianle pulled her hair up, revealing her silver earrings.
He Yanqing stared at the silver earring and suddenly had an idea.
Song Xianle sensed He Yanqing's gaze, but she pretended not to know and continued staring at the computer screen.
At this time, a broadcast spread throughout the waiting room.
"ladies and gentlemen."
"Please note that flight 6C8739 is about to board. Please take your luggage and prepare your boarding pass. Please board from Gate D04."
"Have a nice trip, thank you."
Song Xianle glanced at He Yanqing, and they both turned off their computers at the same time.
The passengers around stood up, packed their belongings, and walked towards the boarding gate.
The flight to Cloud City takes about two hours.
After Song Xianle boarded the plane, she took out a scarf from a bag, put it on, and began to close her eyes to rest. Before closing her eyes, she deliberately looked at what He Yanqing was doing.
He Yanqing adjusted his chair and turned his head to see her putting on a scarf. "Are you going to sleep?"
Song Xianle nodded in response, burying her whole face in her blue scarf, which made her face look white, tender and small, and a little cute.
He Yanqing silently shifted his gaze and looked down at her scarf, which looked a bit like a giraffe.
Seeing that he was interested in her scarf, Song Xianle put one hand on it and asked, "Have you never worn this before?"
He Yanqing subconsciously wanted to say that he had worn it before, but he heard Song Xianle take it off and asked him, "Do you want to try it?"
"good."
The answer came so quickly that Song Xianle was a little caught off guard.
He Yanqing reached out and took it, slipping it around her neck. It was soft and stained with her scent.
Actually, he had one too, but he didn't bring it with him on this business trip.
He Yanqing felt it for a while and then returned it to Song Xianle.
Song Xianle took back the scarf and put it on again, "I'll buy you one later."
He Yanqing heard this, thought about it for a moment, and agreed with a smile, "Okay."
"I want a blue one, too."
"Any further requests?"
"Is that okay?"
"OK."
He Yanqing leaned back in his chair, his head tilted back, his face facing Song Xianle, and smiled at her, as if he knew she would agree.
"It's still early, you should get some sleep."
Song Xianle knew that He Yanqing did this on purpose. He was testing her, and wasn't she the same?
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When I got off the plane, it was already afternoon.
They needed to meet a client in the evening, so they rested in the hotel and set off together at six o'clock.
At six o'clock, Song Xianle took her bag and went to the hotel entrance to meet He Yanqing.
"I just called a taxi, it will be here in two minutes." Song Xianle handed over the information in his hand, "This is the information I need tonight, would you like to take a look?"
He Yanqing took it, flipped through a few pages, and found no problems.
"My car was just shipped today and will arrive in a few days. Could you please call a car in the next few days?"
Song Xianle shook his head. "This is my job, it's not a big deal."
The two took a car to their destination, the place where they had agreed to meet each other, and were led by the waiter to a private room.
After waiting for a few minutes, someone from the other company came.
"Hello." One of them walked in front, wearing black-framed glasses, tall and thin, looking very cold.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting."
He Yanqing shook hands with the man and replied, "We just arrived too."
The man shook hands with each of them and asked, "Is this Director He's secretary? What's your name?"
Song Xianle just let go of his hand and replied with a smile: "My last name is Song, just call me Xiao Song."
"Hello, Xiao Song."
After Peng Nianwen recognized the people, he went to greet He Yanqing, "Director He, please take a seat."
The group sat down, and He Yanqing started chatting with Peng Nianwen. During this time, waiters came in one after another to serve the dishes.
Song Xianle and the other party's assistant became background members, both responsible for handing over information.
The conversation lasted for more than two hours. After leaving, Song Xianle saw that He Yanqing had relaxed, which showed that this cooperation was almost certain.
"Tonight's cooperation went quite smoothly. Is it possible for our company to win this order?"
"Tonight's discussions went smoothly, but Juenian Culture has three potential partners, one of which is Jiang's. We won't know the outcome until Juenian Culture meets with the other two companies. However, we've collaborated with the other two companies in the past, and this time Juenian wants to find something new. As long as we perform normally, our chances of success will be greater."
"After meeting with the client, what should we do in the next few days?"
Lian Yian’s birthday party is in two days, so he still has two days of free time.
He Yanqing didn't seem to have thought about this question. "We can rest while waiting for the results."
Song Xianle held the information package in both hands and said nonchalantly, "I heard there's a very famous science and technology museum in Yuncheng, and it's visited by many people."
He Yanqing understood what he meant and asked, "Want to go and take a look together?"
Song Xianle felt that He Yanqing was very sensible today, and every response he made was on point.
Just then, the car Song Xianle called arrived.
After getting on the bus, Song Xianle began to look for where the Science and Technology Museum in Yuncheng was. After finding it, he discovered that an appointment was required.
She asked He Yanqing again if he really wanted to go, "Director He, do you really want to go with me?"
He Yanqing: "Are you going with someone else?"
He had never thought of this situation.
"No, I was afraid you were joking." Song Xianle smiled and pointed to his phone, "This requires an ID number, please enter it."
He Yanqing took the phone and skillfully punched in a series of numbers. After filling it out, he handed it back to Song Xianle, "Aren't you not interested in these?"
Song Xianle took the phone and continued to fill in the information. "To be honest, I'm not very interested in science fiction movies, but for these,"
The interface of the Yuncheng Science and Technology Museum was displayed on the mobile phone screen, with a row of planetary models on display.
Song Xianle waved the phone screen towards He Yanqing and leaned sideways, "I'm quite interested in these."
The car made a sharp turn, and Song Xianle's center of gravity tilted forward, and his forehead almost hit He Yanqing's face. His forehead was fine, but he didn't hold the phone firmly, and it fell on He Yanqing's thigh, making a "click" sound, like a loud slap on the thigh, which attracted the driver's attention.
"That woman riding an electric scooter without looking at the traffic lights is the most annoying!"
"It happened the other day, too. A man suddenly came flying in front of me on his bike. Luckily I braked suddenly, otherwise I would have hit him!"
"If you want to commit suicide, don't drag us along! You don't obey traffic rules, and you're still driving! Can't you just stay home? Can't you just take a taxi? Why do you have to bring bad luck to us?"
Amid the driver's complaints, Song Xianle quickly reached out to take back the phone, "Sorry."
He Yanqing smoothed his pants down at his thighs, "It's okay, just be careful next time."
Because of this accident, the driver complained all the way.
Arriving at the hotel, their ears were finally clear.
When Song Xianle was taking a shower and getting ready for bed, He Yanqing sent him a WeChat message.
【Have you slept yet?】
I'll give you the medicine later.
Song Xianle: [No.]
Just as I replied, there was a knock on the door.
As soon as Song Xianle opened the door, he saw He Yanqing coming over with a bag of medicine.
"I bought this the other day. The climate and food in Yuncheng are quite different from ours. You might not be used to the food here, so it's useful if you have stomach discomfort."
"We'll be here for a few more days. I'll be your secretary. Don't let me take time off because of a cold or stomachache and delay your work."
He didn't know why, but it was hard for him to express his concern directly. He needed to find excuses to express it in a roundabout way to make it smoother. Sometimes he wanted to speak directly, but there was a thought in his mind that stopped him.
Song Xianle could tell that He Yanqing was finding ways to show his concern for her, even using work as an excuse. She watched as He Yanqing sometimes directly followed her thoughts, and sometimes tried to cover it up and not tell her.
Song Xianle took the medicine and thanked him.
She closed the door and thought about it carefully. Was she not direct enough?
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