Exposing one's true colors
The next day, at the Xian family compound.
The big trees in the yard are already green. One summer is ending, and another is approaching quietly.
A chess game was placed on the round stone table under the shade of trees.
A man and a woman sit opposite each other on the chessboard.
"By the way, you were gone for quite a long time this time."
Shen Xi said casually, and the chess piece in his hand also changed its position.
Xian Qing watched the movements on the chessboard and then moved one position as well.
He then hummed without any emotion.
Shen Xi supported himself with his hands and watched his movements. He thought for a while before moving the chess piece.
The two of them went back and forth but still couldn't decide the winner.
Because the two of them have been influenced by this since childhood, but in the end neither of them chose this path.
Just like Xian Qing chose calligraphy and painting, Chen Xi also knew that she had no talent for these quiet things, so she chose the design she liked.
"That's right."
Chen Xi seemed to have just remembered something. He took out his cell phone, unlocked it, and handed it to Xian Qing opposite him.
Xian Qing took the phone.
On the phone was a photo of sunflowers, with the background being his balcony.
Chen Xi stood up and walked to his side, "During the time you were away, I have been taking good care of them for you." Then he pointed to the upper part of the sunflowers in the photo.
"But, look."
"There are a few spots here that I think are dirty, but I can't wipe them clean."
Xian Qing looked at the place he pointed at, his pupils shrank for a moment, and then returned to calm.
Chen Xi didn't notice Xian Qing was in a daze and was still talking to himself.
“I looked it up online as soon as I found out.”
"It seems a bit like that hay blight?"
Xian Qing took her phone and sent the photo to him before correcting her.
"It's the blight."
After saying that, he returned the phone to Shen Xi.
Shen Xi took the phone, nodded, and sat back.
"Is that serious?"
Xian Qing had already taken out his cell phone and was carefully looking at the photo.
A very official answer.
"Fusarium wilt is a common disease. The early symptoms are one of the ones you photographed, with irregular wilt spots appearing on the leaves. In the later stages, the spots will continue to expand, the stem surface will turn brown, and in the most serious cases, the entire plant will dry up."
After hearing this, Shen Xi didn't expect it to be so troublesome.
"So there's still hope now, right?"
Xian Qing nodded, "That's right."
After saying that, he stood up and made a phone call not far away.
Although he knew these diseases and how to deal with them.
But after all, I have raised it for a long time, and this is the first time this has happened.
So even he didn't dare to act recklessly and could only seek help from friends who knew about this.
After a while, I received the solution on my phone after I hung up.
"Miss Shen, Xian Qing, come in."
At this time, the voice of the house servant came from the lobby.
Xian Qing and Shen Xi walked back together helplessly.
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Afternoon, Luming Building.
"Ah-Sang! Ah-Sang?"
Asan looked up from the computer, answered subconsciously, and then looked for the source of the sound.
"Sister Qiao?"
After Asan recognized the person, he stood up immediately.
Qiao Ya rushed here today.
She had no delicate makeup on her face and was casually wearing a T-shirt and wide-leg pants.
He trotted up to him and stopped.
Then I heard her speak softly.
"Chat?"
Asan didn't know how he got to the rest area, and he was still confused when he sat down.
At this time, Qiao Ya came over with two cups of coffee.
I placed one of the cups in front of him and sat down opposite him.
When Qiao Ya saw Asan's reserved look, she felt it was a bit strange, as she had never been like this before.
Could it be that the way she dressed today scared him?
Thinking of this, Qiao Ya looked at Asan opposite her and smiled gently.
"take it easy."
Asan quickly waved his hands.
"No, no, not nervous."
After saying that, he picked up the coffee in front of him and took a sip, his eyes wandering.
Seeing that there were not many colleagues around, Qiao Ya felt comfortable speaking.
"A-Sang, I want to know where our boss lives?"
Asan tightened his grip on the coffee and took a sip.
Then he shook his head to indicate that he didn't know.
But after seeing his answer, Qiao Ya just nodded and began to drink her coffee slowly.
It was obvious that Qiao Ya didn't quite believe his clumsy words.
After all, from the very beginning, Asan's condition was not right. For Qiao Ya, who used to be a paparazzi, it was a typical lie.
But it doesn’t matter, we have to get it out even if it explodes.
Asan looked at Qiao Ya who was sitting opposite him and slowly savoring her coffee. It would be a lie to say that he was not nervous. After all, she dropped a bombshell on him as soon as she opened her mouth.
Another five minutes passed.
The atmosphere was too weird, and Asan couldn't stay any longer.
"Sister Qiao, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first."
Qiao Ya glanced at him.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Asan was half squatting there, neither standing up nor sitting down.
Finally, Qiao Ya spoke slowly.
"Okay, go ahead and get busy."
As soon as he finished speaking, Asan's feet seemed to be greased and he disappeared in a flash.
Qiao Ya looked at Asan running away in a hurry, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.
Then he put down his coffee cup, stood up, and followed slowly.
Asan did not return to the work area, but hid in the innermost cubicle of the men's restroom.
What he didn't know was that as soon as he entered, Qiao Ya arrived at the bathroom door.
Qiao Ya looked around, then went to the women's restroom, took out the "Under Repair" sign and placed it at the door of the men's restroom.
Then he waited at the door for a few minutes, and after seeing that no one came in or out except Asan, he walked in quietly.
As soon as I walked in, I heard Asan talking on the phone.
Then she went into the cubicle.
Asan, who was on the phone at the time, probably didn't expect Qiao Ya to be so bold.
Even in the toilet cubicle, Asan's voice was still very low when she was on the phone.
Fortunately, Qiao Ya is next door.
She had never met the boss, and Asan's reaction was very abnormal, there was definitely something wrong.
"Boss, you finally answered the phone."
"What's up?"
Qiao Ya also heard the voice on the other end of the phone and felt that it sounded familiar.
"Sister Qiao suddenly came to ask me about you today."
"I'm so scared, boss, you have to give me a raise!"
...
"If you have something to say, just say it."
"Boss, things are strange lately. Miss Bai and Sister Qiao seem to be asking you more questions."
"Okay, I understand."
Then he hung up.
Asan looked at the hung up phone, feeling a little confused.
In the past, if Miss Bai or Sister Qiao asked about it, the boss would be very anxious, but today he is not anxious at all.
That's strange.
Thinking of this, Asan's head started to hurt. It was true that one should not try to guess what the boss was thinking.
After putting his phone away, he walked out of the toilet cubicle and washed his hands in the sink.
He naturally noticed the somewhat empty bathroom.
He muttered something before going out.
"Isn't anyone going to the bathroom today?"
Qiao Ya had already gone out after hanging up the phone.
After coming out of Luming Building, Qiao Ya called Bai Xindi.
Talk about what happened just now.
After hanging up the phone, Qiao Ya opened the text message and found a video inside.
I received it just this afternoon.
There are only two people in the video, Xiao Qiqi and Bai Xinning.
Qiao Ya didn't know why the two of them were together.
But when I think about it, it was not a coincidence that I met Xiao Qiqi in the supermarket before, and why Xiao Qiqi knew about Xian Qing's existence at that time.
This all makes sense.
Bai Xindi didn't know about this.
But Qiao Ya had a premonition and soon knew what they had done.
This is why Qiao Ya came to the company.
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