Not Spare the Years

It's the end of autumn, and the temperature has dropped to single digits after the previous continuous rain.

Mu Xueyi bought a few rolls of wool and wanted to help the old man and Zhou Zhenyue weave some hats and scarves before winter. During the company's lunch break, everyone rested on the table or went out to hang out, but she was the only one who knitted the wool conscientiously.

It's been two days since I came here to work, and everything is going well.

Mu Xueyi is low-key and docile, male colleagues like her a lot, but female colleagues are a little bit out of her. I don't know who came out, saying that she is twenty-nine years old and has an empty resume, and this qualification can still be recruited into the Zhou family. It must be her face to sleep in.

For this kind of woman who goes through the back door, especially the beautiful woman who goes through the back door, the big guys always seem to coincide with contempt and contempt.

Fu Qian didn't like Mu Xueyi very much at first, but after the rumors flowed into her ears, she was even more disliked by Mu Xueyi.

During the noon break, Mu Xueyi was knitting a scarf when Fu Qian passed by her and suddenly stopped.

"Who allowed you to make wool in the company?" Fu Qian asked solemnly.

Mu Xueyi stood up with a little embarrassment in his eyes: "Director Fu, I'm sorry, but...it's lunch break now."

Fu Qian: "Can you knit wool during lunch break? Look at the office, who else is so lazy except you?"

Mu Xueyi lowered his head: "I'm sorry, I'll put it away."

Fu Qian saw that Mu Xueyi was deflated, snorted coldly, and walked back to her workstation on high heels.

Song Jie next to him smoothed things out: "Xiao Fu, why are you so harsh, the little girl is just playing wool, and it's non-working time, Mr. Zhou didn't say anything, you talk too much."

Song Jie didn't say this, but when he said Fu Qian, he became even more angry: "What is Mr. Zhou's identity, so he will pay attention to her? It's okay to wait for Mr. Zhou to pick on her. Are you tired of working here?"

Song Jie: "Yes, I won't say it."

The door of the chairman's office suddenly opened, and Xiao Ai showed half of her body and shouted to this side:

"That newcomer, go downstairs and buy a cup of coffee for President Zhou!"

Fu Qian glared at Mu Xueyi: "Don't hurry up!"

Mu Xueyi answered well, and immediately packed up the wool and went downstairs to buy coffee.

After buying the coffee, Mu Xueyi was naturally sent to the chairman's office.

As soon as she entered the door, Xiao Ai walked out with a wink, and took the door tightly when she went out.

The chairman's office is very large, leaning on a whole side of floor-to-ceiling glass, and the lighting is excellent. The interior decoration is very simple, and it looks like Zhou Zhenyue's style at first glance. The green plants by the window are only leaves and no flowers.

Zhou Zhenyue was sitting in an office chair. There were several delicate meals on the table, which had just been opened and had not been touched.

Mu Xueyi walked over, put the coffee on the table, and smiled softly at Zhou Zhenyue: "You drink it first, and then ask Xiao Ai to call me when you're done."

Zhou Zhenyue opened the other chair beside her, "Sit down, let's eat together."

Just when Mu Xueyi wanted to say no, Zhou Zhenyue said, "I can see you from the inside. You didn't go to the cafeteria at noon today, just playing with your pile of wool. Sit down."

Mu Xueyi glanced behind him and found that there was a large one-way glass, which could clearly see the outside, but could not see the inside from the outside.

She hesitated for a moment, then sat down obediently.

Zhou Zhenyue opened the coffee that Mu Xueyi bought, inserted the straw, turned her hand and pushed it back to Mu Xueyi, "You drink it."

Mu Xueyi hugged the hot coffee cup with both hands, and her heart became warm.

There are many dishes on the table, and there is an old-looking rice cooker. Zhou Zhenyue said that the old man asked the cook at home to prepare and deliver these, and the rice cooker was specially made of chicken soup for Mu Xueyi.

After Mu Xueyi ate the vegetables and drank the chicken soup, Zhou Zhenyue took out a very beautiful bag and took out a 6-inch black tea Melaleuca from it, "I bought it on the way from work this morning. I had it last time and thought it was good. You try it."

Mu Xueyi felt that she had eaten her throat, so she politely declined: "I'm a little overwhelmed."

Zhou Zhenyue handed a cleaned steel fork with one hand and said, "Take a sip."

The fork was handed over, Mu Xueyi had to catch it, and put a small piece into his mouth.

The cream is mellow and dense, the Melaleuca skin is soft and glutinous, and the sweetness of the black tea spreads in the mouth in a layered manner, mixed with a very strong milky fragrance.

Sure enough, Zhou Zhenyue, who grew up eating delicacies from mountains and seas, thinks it is delicious, it must be very delicious.

Mu Xueyi licked his lips and couldn't help but fork the second piece.

However, Zhou Zhenyue pulled Melaleuca back a bit, "Aren't you tired of eating? Just try a piece."

Mu Xueyi: "But I still want to eat some."

Zhou Zhenyue: "No, it's easy to get sleepy after eating too much. You have to work in the afternoon."

Mu Xueyi was stunned for a moment, and sighed with a bitter face: "...Then you might as well not let me taste it."

Zhou Zhenyue lightly curled the corners of her lips: "That won't work either, you have to taste it. Otherwise, I'll buy it for nothing."

Mu Xueyi: "…"

Mu Xueyi had only recently discovered that Zhou Zhenyue was a little flabby.

Looking serious, in fact, a belly of black water.

Say no to eat, no to eat. Zhou Zhenyue put the thousand-layer cake back into the box, and said, "Go back to your workstation."

Mu Xueyi touched her round belly and stood up with a little difficulty.

Zhou Zhenyue was silent for a moment, and then said: "Fu Qian in your department, although his work ability is not bad, but he is really mean. My rank is much higher than her, it is inconvenient to talk about her. If you really can't bear it, I will Transfer her to another department."

Mu Xueyi didn't care too much: "She's also mean? Then you haven't seen my sister's daily life with me."

Zhou Zhenyue: "You mean you don't need me to intervene?"

Mu Xueyi: "No, I can handle it myself."

"...As you like." Zhou Zhenyue picked up a document next to her, took out the pen she was carrying with her from her jacket pocket, unscrewed the cap of the pen, and focused on the document.

"Then I'm leaving." Mu Xueyi turned around and prepared to leave.

Zhou Zhenyue raised her eyes, and suddenly said again: "Next time you want to knit wool, give me the wool and needle in advance, and I will bring it for you. During your lunch break, you can come to my office to knit."

Mu Xueyi smiled: "Are you serious? If I really come to your office every day, aren't you afraid of what others will guess?"

Zhou Zhenyue squeezed the pen in her hand.

After a while, she chuckled lightly, "That's what you said too."

Mu Xueyi whispered goodbye to her, sorted out her expression, and opened the door.

Zhou Zhenyue watched her go out, her eyes turned sideways, and then she saw her walking towards the station through the glass.

She originally thought that being able to watch Mu Xueyi stay so close to herself was the last thing she had wished for over the years. But now that Mu Xueyi was in front of her, she felt that it was not enough. Far from enough.

Obviously she can see her, obviously she is close at hand, but all the possibilities of getting along are cut off by this thick glass.

Visible but not near.

She couldn't tell whether she was satisfying herself or punishing herself.

Mu Xueyi had been in for too long, Song Jie and Fu Qian both came to ask her what was going on. Mu Xue lied without changing his face: "I accidentally knocked over the coffee, and I just cleaned up the ground inside."

When Fu Qian heard this, she couldn't help raising her eyebrows and scolding her. Even Song Jie said that she shouldn't be so careless.

In order to have a good relationship with his bosses, Mu Xueyi went to buy dessert and milk tea, put on a sticky note of sincere apology, and sent it to Fu Qian and Song Jie's table.

Fu Qian still didn't give her a good face, nor did she touch the food. Song Jie, a forty-year-old middle-aged man, originally liked a young and beautiful woman like Mu Xueyi. Seeing her bring something, he accepted it with a smile.

As soon as Song Jie accepted it, Fu Qian felt even more that Mu Xueyi was a man to please men, and she was a little bit more disdainful of her.

In the afternoon, he started to go to work. Jia Yihang, Mu Xueyi's direct supervisor, knew what happened at noon, and he brought her out to talk about it. Xue Xiaobai, the next table of Jia Yihang, interjected: "Forget it, Xiao Jia, why are you angry with a girl."

Seeing Xue Xiaobai's help to intercede, Jia Yihang sighed and waved Mu Xueyi away.

Xue Xiaobai is another director of the ministry besides Jia Yihang. A handsome and decent-looking guy who is only one year older than Mu Xueyi. It is said that he will be promoted to manager at the end of the year. He has a promising future and is especially popular with girls.

Xue Xiaobai came from the countryside. After the birth of several sisters, the only male in the family not only was admitted to the university, but also entered such a good company. Xue Xiaobai himself also thinks that he is the very successful type of men. In addition, he has a good face. When there are more girls around him, his vision becomes very high. Thinking of his excellent conditions, he must find someone who is worthy of him. Just a big beauty.

On the day Mu Xueyi joined the company, he glanced at him and immediately decided that it was her.

She was so beautiful, he had never seen such a beautiful woman since he was a child.

In the past few days, Jia Yihang said that Mu Xueyi and Xue Xiaobai were always persuading him, trying to sell some favors. But looking at Mu Xueyi's reaction, it seems that he didn't take the favor he sold to heart.

Maybe the girl is too sluggish.

Xue Xiaobai thought about it this way, thought about it, and decided to take the initiative.

After get off work in the afternoon, Mu Xueyi was packing up, Xue Xiaobai was wearing his tie and came over.

"Xiao Mu," Xue Xiaobai leaned on the desk with one hand and moved closer, "Are you free at night? Let's have a meal together."

Mu Xueyi stopped the movement in his hand and politely refused: "Thank you, Director Xue, I still can't."

Xue Xiaobai: "It's just a meal, so don't give face?"

Mu Xueyi: "It's really inconvenient tonight, I'm sorry."

Xue Xiaobai was not reconciled, and said, "Then I'll take you home, I have a car."

Mu Xueyi smiled politely: "No need, I rode the car."

Xue Xiaobai: "Just your bicycle? It doesn't matter, just put it in my trunk."

"No need," Mu Xueyi refused again, "If you see where I live, I'm afraid...you will be shocked."

Xue Xiaobai didn't take it seriously: "Hey, you don't have to feel inferior. No matter where you live, I won't dislike it, and I won't talk nonsense with my colleagues."

Mu Xueyi was stunned.

"If you think so..." she muttered, "then... you can't go."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 49886276, Bai Yisen, just a little grass, 1 Chen Ling;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 18 bottles of time-mottled old street corners; 4988627617 bottles; etc. 3 bottles; 2 bottles of Xinmuduo; 380501621 bottles;