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The author has something to say: Cheng Yi: Song Xianfei must have intentions for me.

The night outside the window was getting darker, but because the dazzling big screen in the opposite building was too bright, Cheng Yi also forgot to check the time during the period, and before he knew it, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening.

Although the restoration of this report is still somewhat different from the original document, but for my own level, it is undoubtedly not a small improvement. I am tired, but it is the first time that Cheng Yi has experienced that kind of satisfying sense of accomplishment. arrive.

He opened his arms and stretched to his heart's content, and then there was a rumbling protest from his abdomen. Cheng Yi stood up while supporting the table, and just picked up the car keys with his fingers to leave, when he remembered that after Pan Yao arranged for him to finish the report Be sure to send it to Song Xianfei's mailbox.

Cheng Yi sat down again cursing, and within 5 minutes, he sent the document that he thought was perfect and impeccable to Director Song's mailbox. Because he was too lazy to type, even the signature was replaced by a series of numbers.

Just a few seconds after it was delivered, a notification sound came from the mailbox indicating that the other party had received it.

Cheng Yi stood in front of the computer in a daze for a moment, then slowly shifted his gaze to the direction of Song Xianfei's office.

As expected, the lights inside were still on, and through the blinds on the glass, one could clearly see Song Xianfei sitting at his desk browsing the computer, with his head propped on one hand, his quiet appearance was like a permanently frozen photo.

Cheng Yi didn't expect Song Xianfei to be still there at this time, staring straight at the direction of the office for a long while, until Song Xianfei frowned and got up, he suddenly came back to his senses, and hurriedly walked towards the outside of the department. Trying to avoid bumping into Song Xianfei as much as possible, it is obviously impossible to avoid it now.

The two raised their heads and met each other, Cheng Yi coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment, then changed into a foolish look, and walked towards Song Xianfei, "Is Director Song also working overtime today? Or did he stay with me on purpose? "

"There's an important meeting next week." Song Xianfei replied calmly, turning his gaze away from Cheng Yi, "I'd stay if it wasn't because of you."

Cheng Yi expected that Song Xianfei didn't want to talk to him, so he curled his lips and decided not to be bored.

"Here you are." Song Xianfei suddenly handed the paper bag to Cheng Yi, with an understated tone, "There are no vendors at this time, and the steamed dumplings I ordered are too much, and they are still hot, so take them if you are hungry."

It is true that when the steamed dumplings were selected, the seller temporarily informed that there was only one large one left in the store, and there were many takeaways delivered by nearby businesses at night, but none of them looked healthier and closer than this steamed dumpling.

Song Xianfei had no choice but to order a large portion. He originally thought that he could take it home and have it as the next day's breakfast, but when he met Cheng Yi, out of the leadership's concern for the employees, he had no choice but to leave a few. After eating the steamed dumplings, let him cushion his stomach first.

Cheng Yi took it with a dazed face, opened the bag of steamed dumplings as if dreaming and took a few glances, and after confirming that the dumplings were correct, the expression on his face became more complicated, "Is it for me?"

Song Xianfei took a deep breath, making sure that this kid could understand human speech, "There is no third person who can give it to you except you."

"Oh...thank you." Cheng Yi hesitated and said thank you. He is not used to thanking others, let alone Song Xianfei, but he happened to be hungry, so he took a few small steamed dumplings as compensation for working overtime. Not too much.

Before he walked out of the department, he couldn't wait to pick up a steamed dumpling and put it in his mouth. The skin was thin and the stuffing was big, and the meat filling was oily but not greasy. It happened to be hot without burning his mouth.

When he picked up the second steamed dumpling, Cheng Yi realized belatedly whether Song Xianfei had bought it for him on purpose, or who would have bought a portion that he couldn't finish for no reason.

If you bought it for yourself, it would be nice to just say it, and you have to find some excuses to prevaricate.

Cheng Yi thought to himself, suddenly felt that this man was a little cute, or maybe he had too much prejudice against him at the beginning, so it was reasonable to think he was annoying.

The two walked into the elevator in silence, Cheng Yi turned his head while eating, and somehow met Song Xianfei's eyes.

Song Xianfei stared at him with a half-smile, which actually made Cheng Yi a little uncomfortable. He always felt that he had put something like sweat medicine in the steamed dumpling, and he would hit him on the head when he was unconscious.

"Why are you looking at me?" Cheng Yi chewed on the steamed dumplings and looked at Song Xianfei warily.

Unexpectedly, Song Xianfei smiled even wider, and the soft smile gradually spread under the light, which seemed to raise the surrounding temperature a little bit.

These days, this was the first time Cheng Yi saw Song Xianfei smiling, and other expressions suddenly appeared on this paralyzed face that deeply penetrated his heart, which made Cheng Yi feel a little unreal, as if the moment just now was just an illusion of his own.

Song Xianfei fumbled in his pocket, then took out a dark blue handkerchief and handed it to Cheng Yi, "Wipe it, there is something on your chin."

Cheng Yi took it in a daze, and after a few seconds of being dazed, he hurriedly took out the phone, and then turned on the front camera.

"Hold……"

After a few seconds, Cheng Yi couldn't help cursing in a low voice.

There was a black mark in the middle of the chin that looked like a ghost drawing. He didn't see it clearly at first glance, but he didn't realize that it was a mark left by a black pen until he took a few more glances.

It may be that he accidentally pointed the pen tip at himself when he was concentrating, no wonder Song Xianfei was so inexplicable just now.

Cheng Yi wiped it vigorously with the handkerchief, and gave up when he found that it was not clean, but when he smelled the faint fragrance of the handkerchief, he couldn't help being lost.

The scent of the perfume that was not sprayed on purpose, but as if it has been with the owner for a long time, the soaked smell, which makes people feel very clean, is more attractive than the deliberately prepared perfume.

Cheng Yi pressed the handkerchief to the tip of his nose, and took a deep breath in a mysterious way, but he didn't expect this fragrance to be quite suitable for his liking.

He suddenly thought, maybe... Song Xianfei was also soaked in this kind of smell.