Yan Shiqi shook his head with a smile, got up and walked towards him step by step with his hands behind his back, "I'm not bored, I see you're so busy, did you bother you?" There are still three minutes to have a meeting, I'll rub your shoulders for you." ”

As she spoke, she had stepped behind the man's leather chair, and her soft fingers had landed on his shoulders along the back of the chair.

She gently pinched the sides of his shoulders, a little distressed, "I see that you have been busy with work in one position just now, will you be very tired?"

The man raised his hand to hold her, and also stopped her from rubbing her shoulders, "It's okay! If you think I'm working hard, why don't you go next door and make me a cup of tea?"

"Okay!" Yan Shiqi gladly accepted.

In the president's office, there is an independent small tea room, Yan Shiqi took off his windbreaker and put it on the sofa, walked two steps and turned back to the boss's desk, and kissed the man on the face, "Is it that I went to make tea, and you are going to have a meeting?"

I don't want her to be affected and give him a massage, so I want to break her up in this way......

The man smiled and said nothing, but Yan Shiqi pursed his lips, blinked his eyes, and sighed wistfully, "I won't bother you, you go and get busy, and when you come back, I'll make tea for you to drink." ”

"Hmm. He touched her slightly cool face, "If you feel bored, find something to do yourself." ”

Before the man left, he deliberately turned up the temperature of the air conditioner in the room, she had a cold and was afraid of freezing her.

......

At half past four in the afternoon, Qin Baiyu had not returned.

A light rain gradually began to fall outside the window.

Raindrops trickled down the glass windows, and the rain marks reflected the blurred street scene outside the window.

Yan Shiqi swiped his mobile phone for a while, feeling a little bored, except for the entertainment media still competing to report the news of Tiancheng's lawsuit against Qiao's family, the rest was only left with netizens' cynicism about Qiao Feibai and Ye Xinuan.

Among them, there are also many people's comments full of suspicion about Pei Tang.

She actually saw Pei Tang's Weibo early in the morning, and her ominous attitude was suspected of deliberately bringing rhythm.

And indeed many netizens began to diverge their thinking, speculating whether the man in her photo was Pei Tang or not.

And just now, Yan Shiqi specially replied to a netizen, two simple words, but resolute.

Hello Tomorrow: I guess, the man in the photo is Pei Tang!

Uncle, I'm Charizard Reply @ Hello Tomorrow: Pei Tang's height is 182, I bet with my life, it's definitely not him.

Yan Shiqi V replied @ Hello Tomorrow: No!

It was halfway through the hour, and he hadn't finished the meeting yet.

Yan Shiqi threw down his phone boredly and walked around his office twice.

Then, he slowly stood not far from his desk.

Her eyes fell on the right side of his computer, where a picture frame had once been placed.

At the moment, only the papers are piled up.

The picture frame he put away seemed to have been placed in the drawer on his right-hand hand side at first.

Yan Shiqi's curiosity was hooked, and she walked to the office a little uncontrollably, her heartbeat was the same as before, and the rhythm was disordered.

Who will this calm, mature and restrained man be able to put in his photos as far as his sight can be?

After a while, Yan Shiqi suddenly paused, and gradually his clear eyes leaked a frank light.

She has no habit of peeping into other people's privacy, curiosity is curiosity, but her upbringing does not allow her to open his drawers at will.

After some thought, she sighed, but stopped her steps and turned into the pantry on the right.

She thought that the man should be back soon, and she was going to make him a cup of warm tea to comfort the hard work.

When Yan Shiqi had just walked into the pantry, Qin Baiyu and Zhuo Han happened to push the door in.

She was nowhere to be seen in the office, only the messy rhythm of raindrops lapping on the window outside the window.

Zhuo Han's eyes circled the room, and he didn't see Yan Shiqi's figure, so he said: "President, there seems to be some problems with the Yan family's groundbreaking plan this time. ”