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The author has something to say: Feng Yuanyuan: Bah!What are you talking about? What a bad luck!

The distance from this hotel to the company is not very far, but due to the traffic jam in the morning rush hour, Song Xianfei finally stepped into the department half an hour late.

Feng Yuanyuan just came out of the tea room, and met Song Xianfei as soon as she raised her head.

"Song, Director Song."

What came into view was Song Xianfei in a state that he had never experienced before, Feng Yuanyuan was calm on the surface, but her heart suddenly set off a monstrous storm——

Director Song, who is always on time and never late than anyone else, is actually late for the first time!The most important thing is that today, not only Director Song, but also Manager Pan arrived at the department in the last few seconds of the hour. Director Song could tell at a glance that he was wearing a shirt and suit that he hadn't had time to change. Wake up with some messy hair, if the night has a color, then last night must be the hottest fiery red!

"Is there something wrong, Yuanyuan?" Seeing Feng Yuanyuan staring at him blankly, Song Xianfei couldn't help shaking his hands in front of her eyes a few times.

"No..." Feng Yuanyuan noticed her gaffe, and hurriedly shook her head, "I thought you asked for leave today."

"Not at all." Song Xianfei shook his head and smiled, "There was a delay, so I came a little late."

Feng Yuanyuan bit her lip and nodded repeatedly, her eyes suddenly stayed on his face for a moment, "Director Song, are you not wearing glasses today?"

"Glasses?" Song Xianfei was slightly taken aback, no wonder he always felt something was wrong today, and rushed to work in a hurry, so he didn't even notice that he wasn't wearing glasses in time.

I think I left the hotel in a hurry in the morning, so I probably left it there.

"The spectacle frame was accidentally broken, and I haven't had time to change it yet." Song Xianfei gave a random reason, and then said to Feng Yuanyuan: "Yuanyuan, a client will come over tomorrow morning, and I will send the required meeting materials to the mailbox. I'll print out a few copies for you to keep."

"Okay director, I'll do it now."

Feng Yuanyuan watched Song Xianfei walk into the office, and at the same time turned around, she quickly gestured with her left hand in front of her chest. For such a long time, nothing excites her more than today's discovery.

Pan Yao was sitting on the chair in a daze, when he saw Feng Yuanyuan staring at him approaching, the smile on his face was both ambiguous and a little confusing.

"Huh?" Pan Yao raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked her with a smile, "Yuanyuan, what do you see me doing? Is there something dirty on my face?"

"No, nothing, Manager Pan." Feng Yuanyuan stuck out her tongue at him, and quickly ran back to her seat to print out the meeting materials Song Xianfei explained.

Only a few minutes before nine o'clock, Cheng Yi's figure appeared unsteadily in the department. He looked up at the time, and it was 57:[-], and there were a few more minutes added, which is not bad.

Most of the employees have long been used to having such a grandson in the department. After all, he is the boss's grandson. It is not surprising that he does not come to work usually, let alone seeing him as late for an hour or two.

"Morning beauties." Cheng Yi pulled out the seat and slumped casually, showing the standard eight teeth to Feng Yuanyuan and the others.

Cheng Yi couldn't get acquainted with the female colleagues in the department very quickly. In fact, after getting along with him, his colleagues also felt that he was not as bad-tempered and arrogant as the rumors said, and gradually he stopped becoming so because of him. restrained.

"Morning." Feng Yuanyuan stretched her waist and yawned, and she bound and put away the printed materials contentedly.

Cheng Yi raised his head, his gaze stayed on her face for a few seconds, "Did you not sleep well yesterday?"

"Ah! Are the dark circles under your eyes particularly obvious?" Feng Yuanyuan took out the small mirror in the pen holder while talking, and nodded with satisfaction after observing carefully for a while, "I saw something exciting yesterday, so Go to bed late."

Cheng Yi grinned, "Don't all beauties want to sleep and look good, what can make you so excited that you can't fall asleep?"

Feng Yuanyuan shook her head, her face full of mystery, "A bee like you in the flowers will never understand."

Cheng Yi couldn't figure out what the little girl was doing, so he could only pouted out of self-indulgence, and when he was about to step back on the seat, his eyes were suddenly attracted by the photo that Feng Yuanyuan had stuck on the calendar.

It can be seen at a glance that this is a washed-out photo, in which Song Xianfei is bending over and talking to Pan Yao, and there is nothing rare about it.

Cheng Yi reached out and pulled the photo, but failed to remove it, so he could only ask curiously, "Why did you put the photo of the two of them here?"

"Why can't their photos be placed here?" Feng Yuanyuan straightened Cheng Yi's crooked photo and covered it with her hands very preciously, "Because... Director Song and Manager Pan are the goals I strive for in my work. It guides me in the direction of my life.”

"Oh." Cheng Yi glanced at her sympathetically, "Then your goal is really unique."

"Don't say that, everyone has their own aspirations." Feng Yuanyuan couldn't help being excited when she thought of Song Xianfei's appearance this morning, "Hey, do you think Director Song is different today from usual?"

"What's different?" Cheng Yi narrowed his eyes through the blinds and took a closer look at the man who was working.

The two of them had only been separated for an hour, and Song Xianfei didn't expect Song Xianfei to devote himself to his work so quickly, he was really a workaholic.

As for what's different... Cheng Yi rested his hand on his chin, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "If there's anything different, he still lacks a pair of glasses."

As he spoke, he took out Song Xianfei's glasses that Song Xianfei carelessly left behind in the hotel from his coat pocket, and even took a thoughtful breath towards the glasses, and wiped them with his cuffs.

Afterwards, he stood up under Feng Yuanyuan's extremely shocked and incredulous gaze, and smiled lightly, "We'll talk when I come back. I'll send the glasses to your director first."