Accidental Love

Clouds glowing with orange light surged over the horizon, and the passage of time became visible to the naked eye.

The editorial department of the magazine lit up a number of direct lamps, everyone was immersed in the sound of keyboards one after another, and even the air was lingering with the urgency of the deadline.

At the end of Zheng Shuyi's manuscript today, the feeling of ignorance dissipated, and he accepted the fact that "the man who tried to strike up with her last night was Xiao San's uncle, and he rejected his strike up with a grudge today."

It's a bit grudge.

Zheng Shuyi didn't know that the corners of his lips showed a strange arc, staring at the screen, typing quickly with both hands, muttering words in his mouth, it seemed that he was full of thoughts and inspiration.

however--

"The wealth management companies of the banks are expected to enter new financing plans next year. The China Banking and Insurance Regulatory Commission urged the scumbags to hurry up and fertilize their frustrations. The minor menstrual disorders were full of acne and got onychomycosis.

"Huh?" Kong Nan, who was sitting at the desk next to him, squinted his upper body and came over. After a glance, he asked, "What are you writing?"

Zheng Shuyi returned his soul, blinked, glanced at the screen, and calmly deleted the line.

"It's nothing."

She closed the computer and looked up at the glow outside the window, lost in thought.

After writing this afternoon's summit draft, Zheng Shuyi did not go home from get off work, and continued to stay in the office to write an interview outline for Shiyan.

Frustrated in love, always have to be proud of the workplace, Zheng Shuyi must come up with a stunning manuscript that shocked Tang Yi, lest Tang Yi always feel that she is broken in love like a poor worm.

Zheng Shuyi is not only strong in revenge, but also strong in self-esteem.

In a blink of an eye, on Friday, Zheng Shuyi took the recording pen and notebook to the headquarters of Mingyu Bank.

Like other office buildings, the reception desk on the first floor of the Mingyu headquarters requires visitors to register their identity.

The office building faces well, and the sun is shining right in, spreading on the smiling faces of the three men and women in formal clothes at the reception desk, bringing a few scents of fireworks to the cold building.

The security guard stood aside, glanced at the press card hanging on Zheng Shuyi's chest, and said casually, "Are the reporters of your magazine so beautiful?"

Zheng Shuyi smiled and even responded to this compliment.

But the moment she picked up the pen, her eyes flashed.

Xu Yuling?

Why is Xu Yuling's name on the register?

Although the name is ordinary, it should not have the same name and surname. After all, the column for the purpose of visit is "interview".

Speaking of Xu Yuling, Zheng Shuyi has been at odds with her since the first day when she joined the magazine. In the past two years, there have been no incidents of looting information sources.

So Zheng Shuyi saw Xu Yuling's name on the register, and noticed that the visit time was ten o'clock this morning, and suddenly he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Zheng Shuyi immediately ran towards the elevator.

In the elevator, time seemed to be pulled very slowly. Although Zheng Shuyi was standing straight, his hands clenched into fists unconsciously, and his heart was hanging in his throat.

Half a minute later, the elevator arrived, and a "ding" pierced Zheng Shuyi's peace. As soon as she looked up, she saw Chen Sheng passing by the corridor in front of her.

"Secretary Chen!" Zheng Shuyi stopped him and stepped out of the elevator in three steps and two steps. "I am Zheng Shuyi, a reporter from Caijing Weekly. I have an appointment with the president for a personal interview at 3:30 this afternoon."

Chen Sheng frowned slightly, with doubts on his face: "Aren't you okay?"

When Zheng Shuyi heard it, the remaining half of his heart was cold.

As expected, Xu Yuling was stunned.

Sure enough, Chen Sheng immediately said: "Your colleague has finished the interview."

Zheng Shuyi's mind was half empty in an instant.

Chen Sheng glanced at his watch and added: "She came in the morning, but Shi always happens to be free."

Zheng Shuyi: "..."

If the **** will be silenced, the "beep" in her heart is now as high as annoying to the people.

But what can she do?

Shi Yan was invited by Caijing Weekly, so he would not care about which reporter came, let alone bear the consequences for their internal cares.

And the manuscript must be published. The editor-in-chief can at most say that Xu Yuling is not kind, and it is impossible to withdraw the Shiyan character interview for this so-called "moral sense."

Zheng Shuyi nodded, clenched his teeth, and forced a stiff smile.

"Sorry, we didn't communicate well internally."

In fact, Chen Sheng is a human being who can't see the twists and turns, but it is better to do more than less. He nodded in accordance with Zheng Shuyi's words: "Excuse me, please take a trip."

"No—" Zheng Shuyi's voice suddenly stopped, and the word "trouble" was not spoken behind, and he looked at the opposite side in a daze.

Ten meters away from her.

The door of the president's office automatically opened to both sides, and the six assistants and secretaries sitting at the desk outside the door got up one after another, and a young woman in professional attire who was crossing the road holding a pile of documents also immediately stepped aside.

At the spot where the light focused, the man wandered over, his expression calm, silent, yet he took everyone's attention away.

When the line of sight flicked over at random, the frame of the mirror reflected cold light dots, embossing on his silhouette, and the feeling of repelling him thousands of miles away spontaneously emerged.

The windows are bright and clean, but surprisingly quiet.

Zheng Shuyi blinked, making sure that he was not dizzy. The man who appeared in front of him was the "little uncle" she had been looking for for a week.

But at this moment, she didn't have the kind of joy that didn't take any effort at all, but felt that she was struck by lightning.

Seeing him in this place, you can almost conclude that this person is the banquet she has been talking about for half a month.

No wonder Yue Xingzhou had to run with others, because they had such a background behind them.

This is a **** coincidence!

This fate is really amazing!

——If Zheng Shuyi hadn't refused him to strike up a conversation and ran to take the initiative to strike up a conversation with him.

When the thunder and lightning flashed in Zheng Shuyi's mind, Chen Sheng had already walked to Shi Yan and whispered something in his ear.

Shi Yan raised his eyes and looked over, colliding with Zheng Shuyi's somewhat confused, bewildered and awkward gaze.

Zheng Shuyi's expression was a bit stiff, but he couldn't take his gaze back naturally, so he looked straight at Shi Yan.

It only looked at each other for a second or two. Regardless of Zheng Shuyi's expression at the moment, Shi Yan ignored the information in her eyes, and calmly retracted his gaze and walked towards the elevator.

Zheng Shuyi stood still, frantically brainstorming, and quickly set out two feasible directions for himself.

First, she strayed away and pretended that nothing happened. From then on, the three words Zheng Shuyi disappeared into the world of Shiyan.

Second, the elementary school teacher said that one cannot give up any opportunities, and must face difficulties. She will do interviews, and so will my little aunt.

The body seems to have made a choice in advance instead of the brain.

Zheng Shuyi quickly curled up his smiling eyes, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

She has thick and smooth black long hair, neatly centered, with her hair tucked behind her ears, while hanging naturally beside her cheeks, extremely dignified.

But when he laughed, the brilliance in his eyes couldn't suppress even a sound of serious clothes, and flew out like a butterfly fluttering with its wings.

On this solemn office aisle, her whole person seemed to be alive.

But Shi Yan's gaze never fell on her again, as if a wax figure stood in front of her, passing her straight.

Zheng Shuyi: "..."

Her smile remained unchanged, staring at the air and nodding to inflate to herself, then turned around and said, "Shi, we have an appointment for this afternoon's interview."

Shi Yan stopped, looked sideways, and raised his eyebrows.

The air in this area seemed to have stopped flowing, and the assistant secretaries around them passed their inquisitive gazes, surrounding Zheng Shuyi and Shi Yan.

Everyone present knows that today’s Caijing Weekly’s interview is over.

Even Chen Sheng on the side was stunned.

Miss, you have amnesia?

How could Zheng Shuyi not feel the atmosphere around her? She was also beating a drum in her heart, but she still had to look at Shi Yan as if she didn't know anything.

But without a blog, she can only go home empty-handed today.

Zheng Shuyi pinched the palms of his hands, raised a smile, and said in a clear voice: "I...I have been looking forward to this interview for a long time. I have finally waited until today. Do you think it is convenient now?"

After the voice fell, the aisle was so quiet that needles fell.

Shi Yan's upper eyelids drooped slightly, and at the moment she retracted her gaze, she saw her tightly curled hands hanging on the sides of her legs.

Because of the force, the joints showed a light blue color.

Suddenly, the person in front of him frowned, his lips curled slightly, staring at him closely, and said in a voice that was so small that only he could hear, "I will delay you for a while, okay?"

After Shiyan, the molars suddenly itch.

After a while.

He didn't even lift his eyes, but the non-emotional voice came to everyone's ears clearly.

"come."

The surroundings are strangely quiet.

Everyone looked at each other, shocked but afraid to ask more.

Probably only Zheng Shuyi finally reacted.

It wasn't until Shi Yan stepped away that she suddenly recovered.

——Is it convenient for you?

--come.

According to Zheng Shuyi's understanding, that is: My convenience! It's so convenient for me!

What kind of living Bodhisattva is this alive!

She turned around in surprise, and the living Bodhisattva had already reached the elevator entrance, so she immediately followed.

——

The elevator is descending at a constant speed.

The space has changed from a spacious office area to a relatively small elevator.

So Zheng Shuyi calmed down at this moment, and when he looked at the button, the light was on the underground parking lot on the second floor.

Zheng Shuyi didn’t know why he wanted to go to the parking lot, so he glanced at Shi Yan’s back, and then at Chen Sheng, who was watching his nose and his heart. He cautiously said to the back of the living Bodhisattva’s head, "Shi Zong, may I ask us now? Is going to—"

Suddenly, a cell phone rang.

Zheng Shuyi clearly distinguished that this was Shi Yan's call, so she closed her mouth wittily.

But Shi Yan took out his phone slowly, glanced at it, and then hung up.

Not long after, Chen Sheng's cell phone rang again.

Zheng Shuyi couldn't see the expression when Shi Yan just hung up the phone, but he could see Chen Sheng's face.

After seeing the caller ID, he frowned quickly and then picked it up.

Before he spoke, Zheng Shuyi clearly heard the sharp female voice on the phone: "Call my uncle to answer the phone!"

My day! small! three!

Zheng Shuyi's reaction became almost physiological. He couldn't hold back a bitter cold in his stomach. He tightened the chain of the shoulder bag with both hands, staring at Shi Yan's back with all kinds of emotions.

She wanted to see what Shi Yan had towards her niece.

Chen Sheng handed out the phone. Before he could say anything, Shi Yan said as if eyes were growing behind his back: "Tell her, don't show up in front of me if you don't be obedient."

The tone was calm and unwavering, as if explaining three meals a day, but there was an inexplicable sense of oppression when listening.

Zheng Shuyi: "..."

She curled her lips and sneered.

It's kind of majestic.

Why don't you teach your niece not to get involved as a third party if you are so majestic?

Chen Sheng gave an "um" and relayed it truthfully, and then the phone was hung up.

Calm was restored in the elevator again.

It wasn't until she arrived in the parking lot that her thinking eased from Shi Yan's strong attitude towards his niece.

This is better than she thought.

A strong little uncle, and a good little uncle, that is too suitable to give her a prestige and prestige blessing.

The door opened, Shi Yan stepped out, and Zheng Shuyi followed him step by step.

When he walked to a car, the driver Wei Shiyan opened the right door. He seemed to remember that there was a person behind him. He stopped and slowly turned his upper body to his side, looking down at Zheng Shuyi.

"I have a two-hour drive, the car said."

Although the other party is not asking for consent, Zheng Shuyi nodded reservedly: "Yes."

It can be said under the car!

Shi Yan didn't reply again. When he turned around, he released a button on his suit and got into the car directly.

Zheng Shuyi looked at the car in front of him and couldn't help but twitched at the corner of his mouth.

Yue Xingzhou, can't you think of it, I got in this car before you: P

Although there were four people in the car, there was no sound.

It seems that sometimes the place where the banquet is, is particularly quiet.

This was Zheng Shuyi's first feeling when he got in the car. This person is like a walking muffler.

He leaned back in the chair, took off his glasses, and slowly wiped the lenses with the lens cleaning paper.

Feeling the movement next to him, he looked to the right side, and Zheng Shuyi's long hair, who was bent over and sat up with his skirt, hung down like a waterfall, and a faint fragrance was blown to the tip of his nose.

She was wearing an off-white pencil skirt. When she sat down with her legs slanted, the skirt shrank to ten centimeters above her knees, revealing a pair of slender long legs, which were whiter than the tightly-fitting skirt.

Shi Yan retracted his gaze and put on his glasses.

The car slowly pulled out of the parking lot, and the aroma seemed to linger on the tip of his nose.

Shi Yan asked suddenly: "Is it cold?"

Zheng Shuyi was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Shi Yan.

Unexpectedly, he would ask her this.

Too caring and meticulous.

"It's not cold." Zheng Shuyi smiled and shook his head.

Shi Yan folded his legs and quietly told the driver: "Open the window."

The window of the car was rolled, and a cold wind of late autumn blew on Zheng Shuyi's face mercilessly, even his breath was pungent.

Zheng Shuyi: "..."

If I say I am not cold does not mean that I am very hot?