Chapter 118 Unable to Respond to His Feelings
Shi Yin was also the first one to arrive today.
Park the car.
The lights in the building came on one after another.
She took the elevator upstairs to her private office. She turned on her computer and began to work on the work she'd done during her trip to Milan. Time slipped by, cars chugging along the empty streets. The sun broke through the clouds, and sunlight streamed in through the blinds, casting a shadow on Shi Yin's tired face.
She pinched the bridge of her nose.
My head hurts a bit.
He opened the drawer next to him and swallowed a few pills as usual. Then he stood up, took the empty glass and went to the tea room outside.
Meng Xi knocked on the door holding documents.
Knocked a few times.
There was no response from inside.
She tentatively pushed the door open and walked in. The office was cold and empty; Shi Yin wasn't there. But the desktop computer on the desk was lit, the swivel chair was tilted, and the half-eaten white Napoleon cake all bore silent traces of her presence.
Meng Xi walked forward and placed the documents neatly on the corner of the table. Raising his eyes, his gaze naturally fell on the framed red double happiness paper-cut.
The second young lady was promoted to vice president.
With this office.
The items inside are all arranged uniformly by the company's human resources department according to the deputy general manager's configuration.
The Second Young Lady didn't have many personal belongings. It could be said that she didn't have many preferences. Everything was acceptable to her, and she had no objections to anything. She had neither aversion nor interest. The only thing she had was a window paper-cut photo frame with a red double happiness character, which she kept on her desk.
She said her husband cut her hair during the Chinese New Year.
I cut a lot.
She picked one at random and brought it to the company.
One day, Mr. Tao came to sit here and praised the window paper-cutting, saying it wasn't elaborate but still beautiful. He asked the second young lady to give it to him. Everyone could tell Mr. Tao was joking, trying to find a topic to bring them closer and liven up the atmosphere. However, the thoughtful and sensitive second young lady, for once, didn't catch on and possessively refused, "She's mine. No gift for her."
I can buy you one for my money.
This won’t work.
Fortunately, Director Tao had a good temper and was not angry. He was smiling when he left. Afterwards, the second young lady realized that the other party was joking with her, but she was very serious.
"What are you doing?"
The sudden voice brought Meng Xi back to his senses.
She stood up straight.
He looked up at Shi Yin who came in with a glass of water.
Meng Xi took two steps back to make room for her before replying, "You're going to the Royal Theatre the day after tomorrow. I've reorganized your previous plan and put it on your desk."
"good."
"The morning meeting will start in twenty minutes. Please go upstairs to the conference room."
"knew."
"I'll wait for you outside."
"Um."
Shi Yin responded.
I put the unfinished warm water on the table, picked up the pastry that was still a third of the way through, and took a few more bites. The WeChat icon on my computer flickered, indicating a new message.
She clicked on it.
Han Zhan's gray head came into view.
【Han Zhan】: "(Picture of a love lunch box)"
Han Zhan: "Wife, even if you're busy at work, you have to eat on time. Uncle Han made your favorite handmade tomato soup noodles this morning. I asked the servant to bring you a portion. Eat more."
Han Zhan: (＞＜)
Shi Yin typed a few words into the input box, deleted them several times, and before she could send it, there was a knock on the office door. Meng Xi came in with a cloth bag and placed something next to her. "Second Miss, this is from the front desk. They said someone brought breakfast for you."
Shi Yin didn't reply.
His slightly unfocused eyes were fixed on the computer screen.
Just when Meng Xi was about to say something else and leave, the woman sitting on the chair suddenly stood up, rushed to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the noisy street.
Meng Xi hurriedly followed.
There was a lot of traffic and people coming and going below, and it was very noisy.
Besides the workers going to work, there were teenagers in their school uniforms heading to school, and vendors selling sandwiches at the subway entrance. The vehicles passing by were similar: ride-hailing apps, private cars worth hundreds of thousands of yuan, and the more expensive ones were the BMWs and BMWs driven by the Shi family executives who had just pulled into the office building garage.
wrong.
There was also a dark-wood-colored Cullinan with its hazard lights on, parked in a remote street corner with few people.
A million-level car.
The black paint is particularly eye-catching.
When Meng Xi noticed it, she realized Shi Yin was also looking in Cullinan's direction. She didn't know what she was thinking, but she pursed her dry lips for a few seconds before pulling out her phone and sending a few messages.
Information delivered.
She looked up at the downstairs again.
The owner of the Cullinan seemed to be communicating with someone as well, and as if he had received a reply from the other party, he turned off his hazard lights, turned the wheels, drove out of the corner of the street, entered the center of the street, and disappeared in the traffic.
Shi Yin watched him leave.
Look away.
Turn around and go back to the desk.
"Wait for me outside, I'll be out in five minutes."
Meng Xi paused for a moment, nodded, and glanced at her again as he left. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the Second Young Lady had become more thoughtful and worried than before after returning from Milan, and her mood was complicated and depressed.
This way.
Shi Yin sat back in the chair.
The chat messages on her phone were synchronized on the computer screen, showing her reply to Han Zhan two minutes ago: "Well, I received the breakfast. I will eat more. Don't worry."
He left only after receiving her reply.
Shi Yin opened the cloth bag and took out the heart-shaped lunch box with a Lazy Sheep pattern inside. She opened the lid and found a small and round poached egg with a smiley face made of black sesame seeds on top of the fragrant handmade noodles.
What did the servant bring?
He didn't hide his lie well enough, so she found out immediately.
Shi Yin picked up her chopsticks, picked up a few noodles, and put them in her mouth. She bent down again and took a nibble of the beautiful fried egg. Just then, Han Zhan's message popped up on the screen again.
[Han Zhan]: "Wife, are you eating noodles?"
【Han Zhan】: "(Let me see)/emoticon/"
Shi Yin took a real-time photo.
Sent it over.
[Han Zhan]: "My wife is awesome!"
【Han Zhan】: “()”
Shi Yin stared at the little expressions he sent, looking at them again and again.
He shouldn't be so nice to her.
She couldn't respond.
I dare not respond.
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