As soon as I got home, I saw Zha Gong pretending to be a white lotus

Song Qinyi, he couldn't do it, so he simply forgot about his clothes.

Holding the cup, he looked at the dialogue box and felt that if he told Song Qinyi directly that you should throw it away, the other party would probably think he was sick.

After thinking about it, he typed: "No need to send it, I'll give you an address, you can just send it."

He instinctively couldn't give the address of his home. Wen Ran would go to him occasionally, and would pick up a courier for him when he passed by the downstairs of the community. If Wen Ran saw the windbreaker he had worn in the courier, he would really jump into the Yellow River. I can't wash it off.

Then the company address.

Not long after the message was sent, Song Qinyi replied: "Yes."

He felt that this matter should come to an end when the windbreaker was sent over.

The bad mood that had been suffocated for two days was suddenly relieved.

But within two hours of being comfortable, when it was close to the end of get off work, the little assistant Wenwen came in through the internal line, "Mr. Yan, there is a Mr. Song who wants to see you, is it convenient?"

Shengyi's left eyelid twitched even more.

Kindly went to the front desk to lead the person in, and casually said, "Sit."

He couldn't entertain Song Qinyi like he entertained customers, the way of getting along with friends should be the most appropriate.

Song Qinyi was sitting on the chair opposite to Shengyi. He delivered the clothes but had no intention of leaving. His eyes were on the decorations on the table. It seemed that he could see the beauty and order of Shengyi from these things without any sense of beauty or order. habits and preferences of the year.

Time passed by, and after about 10 minutes, I heard him say with kindness: "Ah Yan, I'm leaving."

The hands that typed on the keyboard kindly paused, without moving their eyes, and responded lightly: "Okay."

When Song Qinyi left, it was just after get off work, and people in the company left one after another.

Yuan Xi walked to the door of the office, looked at Song Qinyi's back curiously, and asked Shengyi, "Who is that?"

Sheng Yisheng faced the computer expressionlessly: "A friend."

Yuan Xi: "Let's get to know each other another day."

Shengyi took the elevator downstairs, and when she was about to reach the parking lot, she was swiping her phone. Song Qinyi sent another WeChat message, and he asked, "Ah Yan, are you free? Let's have dinner together."

Whenever he thought it was the last time he would meet Song Qin, this guy would suddenly show his presence.

For example, now, it is obviously less than 10 minutes since they met and separated.

Get in the car with good intentions, put on your seat belt, and reply before driving: "No time."

He was really not free, so he made an appointment with Wen Ran to go shopping and eat.

On the way to pick up Wen Ran by car, he was holding his breath all the time, and he didn't understand what Song Qinyi was doing like this.

A few years after this guy left, it seemed that the world had disappeared, and there was no news at all.

I have called him many times and sent countless messages to him.

In his sophomore year, he passed out in front of his parents' mourning hall, and after waking up, he sent Song Qinyi a message, "From now on, I don't have any parents in this world either."

No echo.

He even wondered if Song Qinyi was dead.

Looking back now, I just find it ridiculous. He thought of countless reasons for this guy, but after Song Qinyi came back, not only did he have no intention of explaining, but he also looked innocent in front of him, as if he had just left without making a sound. It's someone else.

Shengyi parked the car on the side of the road, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, so he simply blocked Song Qinyi, and after cutting off all the contact information between the two, the anger finally cleared up.

The days without Song Qinyi's news were the same as usual.

In addition, the company has recently received a big order, and it is kind of dizzy.

Until the project was closed, their company had a meal with Huanya Machinery, the company they cooperated with this time, and it was a little late for Cheng Yi to leave work. Yuan Xi hurriedly urged him three or four times to ask him if he was still coming.

Sheng Yi was stuck in the road, but he was not very angry: "The traffic is so jammed that you can't even get through the cracks, so why should I fly over? Aren't you already here? Why do you have to wait for me?"

Yuan Xi didn't have a word with him, and heard Huanya Machinery, who was partying with them, say to the manager: "Safety first, safety first."

Shengyi arrived at the dinner venue, and when he entered the door, he saw the uniform formal attire of Huanya Machinery.

I didn't know that I thought it was a company meeting.

No wonder Yuan Xi kept urging on the phone over and over again. He probably failed to create an atmosphere, so he tried to get people to support the scene.

He sat down politely, poured himself a glass of wine, got up, "I'm late, I'm sorry, I'll punish myself first."

Waved to the manager: "Traffic jam, it's inevitable, understandable, understandable."

Yuan Xi tried to open up the topic with Manager Xiang, talking about some business matters, and waved to the manager as well: "Let's go out to eat and relax, so let's stop talking about work."

Yuan Xi was puzzled. Judging by your posture, you seem to be a little relaxed?

He whispered to Shengyi: "Why do I feel that he is waiting for some important person to arrive?"

Sheng Yi paused for a while while smoothing the windbreaker, and glanced in the direction of the door of the box belatedly, thinking, it must not be such a coincidence.

His left eyelid started to twitch again, and he looked at the empty space next to him, and was about to put the windbreaker away, when he suddenly heard the manager ask the assistant beside him, "Xiao Meng, please put the windbreaker away. "

As soon as the words fell, the door was pushed open again.

This time, all the people from Huanya Machinery got up together.

Shengyi's hand holding the dish paused, then glanced over, and looked back, wanting to sneer twice, but held back.

Manager Xiang invited Song Qinyi to sit down next to Shengyi.

Song Qinyi was wearing a light gray suit, his hair was newly cut, and he looked very clean.

Before taking his seat, he looked at the seat and explained: "Sorry, there is a traffic jam on the road, and I am late."

Manager Xiang took the words appropriately: "The road is a bit congested today, and Mr. Yan has just arrived."

Sheng Yi brought an empty wine glass over, filled it up, and pushed it in front of Song Qin Yi, "In that case, I punished myself just now, so please do too."

Manager Xiang tried to snatch the wine glass away quickly, "Then what, Mr. Song is a light drinker, so I'll drink it for him."

However, Song Qinyi held the glass and did not let go. He drank it full, and finally put the glass on the table and poured himself another glass.

Another cup...

The audience silently watched this self-punishment.

After drinking three cups in a row, Song Qinyi unbuttoned his coat and sat down.

Yuan Xi remembered that since dealing with Manager Xiang, he had never heard of Mr. Song being involved in this project.

Huanya Machinery is a listed company, and Manager Xiang is a very influential figure in the company. However, seeing Manager Xiang trying his best to please Mr. Song, he quickly understood that the person surnamed Song was probably the senior management of Huanya.

It's never a mistake to make more contacts in business. Yuan Xi got up, picked up the wine glass, toasted to the manager, introduced Song Qinyi's kindness with a casual gesture, and then introduced himself.

Shengyi ate with a dull head, heard them mentioning herself, and smiled politely at them.

Song Qinyi handled Yuan Xi's gestures with ease, and he was still pouring water while talking.

Sheng Yi is very surprised that the small refrigerator that kept people away from thousands of miles away has now turned into a big air conditioner. It makes people feel like a spring breeze when they talk and do things, it seems like a different person.

He picked up the water glass to drink, Yuan Xi's voice paused, and he looked at the glass in his hand in surprise.

He made eye contact with Yuan Xi: No, is there any problem?

He shook the cup, but saw nothing foreign.

Then Xiang Manager was also stunned.

Song Qinyi picked up the cup in front of him, added water, and looked at Yuan Xi with a smile on his lips: "What did you just say?"

Yuan Xi blurted out: "About you pouring water on your kindness... Oh! No, I have discussed with Manager Xiang about the delivery date of Media Asia's next batch of orders, and we can definitely deliver on time. Future cooperation will definitely be very..."

Manager Xiang interrupted at the right time: "Mr. Yuan, don't talk about business after dinner. The food is getting cold."

Kindly put down the water glass, pushed it aside, and found that habits are really hard to change.

He lightly interrupted Yuan Xi who was still chattering, "Sorry, I have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

He went to the hanger and took off the windbreaker, and left the box door without waiting for Yuan Xi's response.

After drinking, he couldn't drive, so he kindly waited for the driver to come over. After waiting for about 10 minutes, Yuan Xi also followed.

He looked towards Yuan Xi, his tone was cold: "It's over?"

Yuan Xi's expression was still unsatisfactory, "Not long after you left, that Mr. Song left."

Yuan Xide was chatting, beeping endlessly, "People are gone, the surname Xiang is relieved, pat me on the shoulder to promise that there will be more cooperation in the future, don't work at the next dinner It spoiled people's interest. Hey, I haven't heard that there is a high-level executive named Song in Huanya, have you heard anyone mention it?"

Kindly took out the cigarette case and smoked, and replied after a while: "No."

How awkward it was to eat this meal, he was a little indigestible, leaning on the side of the car to swallow, and his lungs were also uncomfortable.

Until the driver came over, he kindly sat in the back of the car, opened the window, and was about to say goodbye to Lao Yuan, when he saw Lao Yuan coming over suddenly, and said something as if he had suddenly realized: "I remembered."

"what?"

"I met him. I met him in your office when he came out. You two know each other, right?"

40. Chapter 40

Yuan Xi pulled the car window, "What's his name?"

When he struck up a conversation with this man, he changed the subject by hahaha several times to the manager. People from Media Asia were very respectful to this Mr. Song, and it was even more impossible for him to call this Mr. Song by his full name directly. After coming down, Yuan Xi didn't even figure out who the other party was.

Sheng Yi spoke in a flat voice, and said the name in the tone of introducing a stranger: "Song Qinyi."

Yuan Xi's expression was slightly stagnant, and he asked with some uncertainty: "Song Lan