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"Ask me what Song Xianfei likes?"

Without hesitation, Pan Yao stretched out his hand to take the coffee handed over by Cheng Yi, thinking that not drinking it was for nothing, and it was a benefit at work.

I stole a moment of leisure in my busy schedule, but I didn't expect to be occupied by this kid.

Cheng Yi's attitude made a 180-degree turn, and he called Manager Pan one by one, "You have been friends for so many years, and based on your understanding of Director Song, you should know better than the rest of the department."

Pan Yao took a sip of his coffee gracefully, and after a while he nodded and said, "I know, how could I not know about this."

If you know, then you can say it, Cheng Yi waited for Uncle Pan to finish his coffee before listening to him speak slowly.

"Lao Song is really not the kind of person that the public likes." Pan Yao squeezed his chin and said solemnly: "As far as I know, it's like smoking and drinking, traveling, socializing, games and so on."

Pan Yao paused when he said this, and raised the coffee cup to his mouth again.

Cheng Yi was anxious because of his appetite, so he simply asked him tentatively, "The things you said, could he..."

"He doesn't even like it." Pan Yao waved his hand and sighed helplessly.

"..." Cheng Yi gritted his teeth with a smile, but after all, he had something to ask of others, so he could only endure it.

Pan Yao stopped showing off, smiled and said: "If you want to talk about his favorite, I think it's wolfberry, or else it's planting flowers and grass and reading books, just listening to it is very boring."

"Goofy?" Cheng Yi was taken aback, "Who is that?"

Pan Yao almost choked on the coffee, but he still frowned from the bitterness. It took him a while to recover, "You always know wolfberry tea that grows on trees."

"Oh, this." Cheng Yi's face became hot, and he remembered some small things that Ms. Liang often put in when making soup. He usually didn't care about these things, so he didn't react immediately.

But this kind of preference is really... very easy to happen to the elderly.

"Master Cheng asked Director Song what he was doing?" Pan Yao frowned slightly, because of Cheng Yi's weird behavior a few days ago, he still asked worriedly.

"Me." Cheng Yi smiled slightly, "Please please the leader."

Pan Yao thought about his words for a while, until Cheng Yi happily hummed and left, he had some recollection, no, no, the company is run by his family, what can you do to curry favor with Song Xianfei?

But if you think about it carefully, asking about a person's preferences will not bring him any disadvantages. Pan Yao scratched his nose and snorted lightly, without thinking about it, seeing that the time had been delayed for a long time, he took a half-drink Coffee slipped back from the rooftop.

Early on Wednesday morning, Pan Yao took a tube of well-packed Pu'er tea cakes, and punched in the card just a few seconds before the clock clock was about to jump to [-]:[-].

Song Xianfei didn't like that kind of bright red and green wrapping paper, and his birthday celebrations were always low-key, and he rarely mentioned it to his colleagues in the department, so when he received this tube of tea cakes, Pan Yao specially prepared a new one with plain and low-key colors. Packaging, just in time to bring it to him on his birthday.

When Pan Yao stepped into the department, he obviously felt that the atmosphere was quite different from usual. All the colleagues had an attitude of wanting to see a good show on their faces.

Just when he was feeling puzzled, he saw a bouquet of red roses that was so big that it was hard to ignore that there was a bouquet of red roses at the door of the director's office. The fiery red and fragrance completely broke the tranquility of the morning.

"Hey." Pan Yao was taken aback suddenly, and couldn't help asking, "Who gave you such a big flower?"

Everyone shook their heads in unison, saying they didn't know.

Pan Yao seemed to have discovered a new world, and began to look around the bouquet. It stands to reason that only he knew about Song Xianfei's birthday, and the only possibility was that he told a third person other than himself.

To be able to send roses on birthdays should be very close.

Unable to restrain the curiosity in his heart, Pan Yao took out the greeting card that the public was looking forward to, and read aloud under the eyes of everyone: "To my dearest Ah Fei, happy birthday?"

There was a sudden commotion in the department, and there were speculations about who the mysterious suitor who sent flowers to Director Song with great fanfare was.

Pan Yao was about to continue reading, but was suddenly interrupted by a voice, "Are you standing at the door of the director's office and reading, are you afraid that I may not hear clearly enough?"

Pan Yao followed the prestige, and saw Song Xianfei walking from the side holding a teacup. His face was still calm, and he didn't have much emotional ups and downs.

"Of course not." Pan Yao grinned, and put the greeting card back into Song Xianfei's hand, "Old Song, don't forget that there is a love letter in it, I can build a building with curiosity now, but unfortunately I only missed it Who signed it."

"Did you see it was a love letter?" Song Xianfei took the card and put it in his pocket. In order not to attract people's attention, he had to ask Pan Yao to carry the flowers in together.

"To tell you the truth, I accidentally read the first few sentences just now, and I think the level of this love letter is the same as I found out that the stock market is either rising or falling."

Song Xianfei didn't react for a while, "What do you mean?"

"It's just nonsense." Pan Yao grinned from ear to ear, and the department also laughed together like porridge.

While Song Xianfei couldn't help laughing, he caught a glimpse of someone's gloomy face inadvertently, so he had to interrupt Pan Yao's laughter, "Okay, I remember that your love letters didn't seem to be very good when you were in school, don't laugh at yourself. "

Pan Yao's face was not flushed at all, and before entering the office, he still didn't forget to complain about why the flower sender sent such a big flower, as if he would not tire people.

But when he entered Song Xianfei's office, he saw an even more distorted scene——

Yellow-fruited wolfberry, black-fruited wolfberry, red-twig wolfberry... A corner of the office was filled with several large boxes of wolfberry. If Pan Yao guessed correctly, probably all the varieties of wolfberry appeared in Song Xianfei's place.

"Here, aren't you afraid of making up for someone's death?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Song Xianfei rolled his eyes at him and said, "These were delivered early in the morning together with the bouquet. To be honest, I was quite surprised too. How could I drink so many goji berries by myself."

Pan Yao nodded and echoed, "Yes, why don't you send a few large boxes of goji berries..."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he was taken aback for a moment, recalling that not long ago, that young man Cheng Yi seemed to have asked him what Song Xianfei liked.

At that time, he answered wolfberries, but the other party "bribed" him with coffee, and bothered to find out Song Xianfei's preferences. So, could it be that these wolfberries... were given by Cheng Yi?And bouquets and love letters too?

Pan Yao smiled guiltyly, with a weak voice, "The signature of the love letter...is not written by Cheng Yi."

He swore he was just making a random guess.

Unexpectedly, Song Xianfei was startled, and his reaction was quite strong, "How do you know?"

In fact, no signature was left on the love letter, but Song Xianfei immediately knew who it was when he saw the attention-grabbing word "A Fei" on the greeting card.

"Heh..." Pan Yao didn't know whether he should cry or laugh, he was in a complicated mood for a while, and then he murmured: "I should have asked a fortune teller for a divination when I went out a few days ago."

Song Xianfei didn't hesitate to tell Pan Yao about Cheng Yi's pursuit of him. After all, the other party is a friend who grew up with him. They are half brothers, and they both know each other's temperament and character well.

Men chasing men, this matter is not worth making a fuss about for Pan Yao. People like him who often wander in the flowers and grass have been contaminated by both men and women. They are all bed friends who get what they need. entanglement.

No wonder that kid always asked him to inquire about Song Xianfei's Lin Zongzong, it seemed that his mind was not pure.

It's just that Pan Yao was still very surprised. He never expected that such a noble young master like Cheng Yi would be involved with Song Xianfei. It was clear that the two of them hadn't dealt with each other a while ago.

Sure enough, the emotion between people is an extremely delicate thing, and it can go off without warning and go out of a development trend that you can't imagine.

When he got off work in the afternoon, according to the usual practice, Pan Yao wanted to ask Song Xianfei out for dinner, but when he noticed that there was another person waiting, he dismissed the idea.

He had just finished work in the morning, so he couldn't lose his eyesight, so he made up a random reason and told Song Xianfei that he had an appointment tonight, and he would definitely make up for the meal later.

When Song Xianfei left the department, before he walked out of the company gate, there was another person beside him.

Needless to say, it was also Cheng Yi.

Because of the flower sending incident that caused a sensation in the whole department in the morning, Song Xianfei really wanted to ask him a lot of questions. After thinking about it, the first question he asked was, "How did you know about my birthday?"

The road is so spacious, Cheng Yi has to squeeze him to walk with him, "Is it difficult to know this? The personnel department is not just a decoration."

Song Xianfei was just about to say how the HR department could easily tell you this, but then he realized that the surname of Cheng Yi was Cheng, Cheng Yuan's Cheng.

"You brought so many things to my office, and you still have to ask someone to move them away. What do you think?" Song Xianfei stopped on purpose, so that Cheng Yi could adjust his walking posture.

"It's nothing, I just want others to know that Director Song is someone who has suitors." Cheng Yi was turning the car key skin in the color of a bag in his hand, revealing eight teeth standardly, "A rich young man like me likes him the most." Tossing and tossing back and forth, anyway, I don’t find it troublesome.”

Song Xianfei frowned and smiled, feeling that Cheng Yi was showing off his capital in some sense.

Before he knew it, he and Cheng Yi walked to the place where he parked his car. Song Xianfei originally thought about taking a taxi back by himself, but it seems that this will really not be easy to handle.

"Director Song." Cheng Yi smiled triumphantly, and opened the co-pilot's door at him very gentlemanly, "Can I borrow your time?"