Yin Cong'an couldn't help but look at her when he saw Song Huayi's outfit.

Song Huayi smiled and took the initiative to greet: "Secretary Yin." ”

Yin Cong'an retracted his gaze and responded without emotion: "Hello, madam." ”

"Is my husband still in meetings?"

Song Huayi deliberately used "my husband" instead of "your president".

Yin Cong'an nodded, and replied in a businesslike tone, "The meeting is just halfway through. ”

"Then I'll wait for him in the office."

Song Huayi stepped on high heels, walked out of the elevator with his head held high, and walked out of the momentum of a beauty pageant champion.

You can lose to anyone, but you can't lose to Yin Cong'an.

Entering Zhan Shaoyin's office, Song Huayi took out his mobile phone, took a photo of his office, and then sent it to him, asking: Guess where I am.

There was a "ding dong-" sound in the conference room.

Zhan Shaoyin moved his eyes away from the PPT on the projection screen, opened WeChat with low eyes, and after seeing the message, he twisted his eyebrows slightly, and replied: Why are you here?

Soon another photo was taken, it was a box of bento, and the food in the box looked a little messy, but it was quite tempting.

Thinking of her waiting for him to eat in his office, where did Zhan Shaoyin still have the heart to have a meeting.

A cold voice interrupted a supervisor who was speaking on the stage and said, "Take a break for 20 minutes, and the meeting will continue after 20 minutes." ”

After speaking, Zhan Shaoyin got up with his mobile phone and walked out of the conference room.

Zhan Shaoyin proposed to rest, and the tense nerves of a group of people in the conference room were also relaxed.

However, everyone was surprised, because in the previous meetings, there was never such a thing as an intermission, and no one would want to leave until they finished explaining the matter.

Zhan Shaoyin walked straight to the office, pushed open the glass door, and saw Song Huayi standing in front of the glass cabinet on the right wall of the office, looking at some of the company's previous jewelry exhibitions.

Originally, I wanted to ask her why she came in such a heavy rain, but when I saw her outfit, the words became: "Why are you dressed like this?" ”

Hearing his voice, Song Huayi turned to look at him, looked down at the professional clothes on his body, and asked instead of answering: "Isn't it good-looking?" ”

Zhan Shaoyin looked at her still some wet hair again, and asked, "It's raining?" ”

"I can't tell you clearly for a while, you eat first, otherwise it's cold, talk while eating."

After speaking, Song Huayi asked him suspiciously: "Aren't you still in a meeting?" ”

Zhan Shaoyin sat next to the office chair, opened the lunch box, picked up the chopsticks on the side, and replied simply: "Rest for twenty minutes halfway." ”

"Then you hurry up and eat.

Originally, I put all the dishes in the box very well, but now the soup has spilled a little, but it doesn't have much impact, you can taste it. ”

Zhan Shaoyin picked up the chopsticks and asked while eating, "Why did you spill out?"

Did you wrestle? ”

"Pretty much.

I walked to the door of the company, but I slipped and fell, but fortunately the rice didn't spill out, otherwise you wouldn't have to eat now. ”

Song Huayi didn't dare to say that she was hit by a car, otherwise he would probably nag her again, and maybe take her to the hospital for examination.

"Disobedient.

I told you not to come in the rain. ”

Song Huayi quibbled and said, "...... It hadn't rained when I came out. ”

Zhan Shaoyin took a deep breath, ate the hot meal, lowered his head and didn't look at her, and said, "Thank you." ”

Song Huayi was stunned, and then curled the corners of his mouth.

With his words, it was worth it when she was hit.

However, saying thank you still seems a little rusty, and she feels that the two of them are really >>

If you are at the point of falling in love, you should not be separated from each other, and you don't have to say thank you.

Zhan Shaoyin pushed the cup next to the table to her and said, "Go get a cup of warm water." ”

Song Huayi let out an "oh" and immediately took the cup to the pantry.

When he went back with the water cup, he saw Zhan Shaoyin put down his chopsticks and took out two medicine bottles from the drawer, poured out a few pills and handed them to her, saying, "Eat it, prevent colds, don't burn your brains again." ”

Song Huayi smiled in his heart, forgot about the injury on his hand, and spread his hand over to take the pill in his hand.

When she realized that she wanted to change her hand, Zhan Shaoyin had already found the injury on her hand, grabbed her hand and asked, "Did you just get it?" ”

Seeing that he couldn't hide, Song Huayi had no choice but to say "um" softly.

Zhan Shaoyin took a deep breath and put the medicine in the palm of her hand: "Take the medicine first." ”

Song Huayi put the medicine in his mouth, watched him walk to a room inside, took out the disinfectant and gauze, walked to the low sofa next to the coffee table and sat down, and said to Song Huayi while dipping the medicine with a cotton swab: "Come here." ”

"Spread your hands."

The cold potion was wiped on the wound in the palm of the hand, and there was a slight stinging sensation, but it was sweet in the heart.

After cleaning the wound, he took the white gauze and gently wrapped it around her hand.

Song Huayi pursed his lips and asked him, "...... Does it sound familiar to you? ”

"What?"

He glanced up at her.

Song Huayi's gaze dodged for a moment, and then shook his head with a smile: "It's nothing." ”

"Silly."

He let out a low sigh and continued to wrap the gauze.

He probably didn't remember those things a long time ago, and to him, she might just be a passer-by who didn't keep in his memory.

"Mr. Bai, wait in the office now, Mr. Zhan is still in a meeting."

With Yin Cong'an's voice sounding, the glass door of the office was pushed open from the outside.

Seeing Zhan Shaoyin, who was bandaging Song Huayi's wounds, Yin Cong'an was stunned, and at this time Bai Zhoucen had already walked in.

Yin Cong'an changed his words and said, "Mr. Zhan, Mr. Bai has arrived." ”

Zhan Shaoyin nodded, smiled lightly and said to Bai Zhoucen, "Sit casually." ”

"You are ......" Song Huayi recognized Bai Zhoucen.

Bai Zhoucen recognized Song Huayi when he entered the door, but he didn't expect things to be so coincidental.

"Acquaintance?"

Zhan Shaoyin asked Song Huayi.

Yin Cong'an stood by the door for two seconds, then thoughtfully closed the door and left.

Bai Zhoucen nodded, and replied for Song Huayi: "One side." ”

Zhan Shaoyin cut the gauze with scissors and asked lightly, "When have you seen it?" ”

Song Huayi glanced at Bai Zhoucen and replied in a low voice, "...... Just now, at the door of the company. ”

Bai Zhoucen sat down on the empty sofa next to him and told the truth lukewarmly: "The rain was too heavy, Uncle Wen didn't pay attention, and almost hit this young lady." ”

Zhan Shaoyin's brows instantly rose, and he raised his eyes to look at Song Huayi: "Didn't you tell me the truth?" ”

Song Huayi didn't know that things were so coincidental, the two of them were still friends.

Zhan Shaoyin cut the end of the gauze in half and tied it lightly, then let go of Song Huayi's hand and asked, "Is there any other place where you are injured?" ”

Song Huayi shook his head: "The car didn't hit me, but I accidentally fell down when I dodged, nothing else." ”

"Your wife?"

Bai Zhoucen asked.

Zhan Shaoyin nodded, and said simply: "Song Huayi, just call her Xiaoyi." ”

Bai Zhoucen looked at Song Huayi, and there were some unpredictable emotions hidden in his dark brown eyes.