Li Qiao lightly curled her lips, "I have a lot of professional attire at home, so I just don't have a chance to wear it."
"How long do you want to practice?" The clear fragrance of the man lingered around Li Qiao, and his white cheeks became more and more delicate in his palm.
Li Qiao grabbed his mind and gave the answer, "Three months, I'm going to report to the scientific research institute in September."
Shang Yu condensed deeply on Li Qiao, then turned his palm over, and squeezed her profile lightly, "Okay, that's what you want."
It is again the four words 'as you wish'.
Li Qiao's heartbeat was finally disordered.
When she wanted to divorce, he said as you wish.
Now she wants to come to Yanhuang, he still says as you wish.
Certain cryptic emotional fermentation turned out not to be a one-man show.
...
After a short episode, Shang Yu returned to the executive desk to sit down again.
Li Qiao was lying on the sofa under his suit, feeling calmly the taste of the little deer in her heart.
Two people are in the same room, but they are quietly experiencing their own thoughts.
The temperature and taste of the suit jacket are his unique smell and smell of tobacco.
Li Qiao gently pulled up the collar and covered half of her face, revealing only a pair of beautifully curved deer eyes, secretly staring at the man at work.
A few seconds later, Li Qiao was born from the edge of his guts, playing with the cufflinks of his coat, and quietly joking: "Yan Ye, is the pen broken?"
She has good hearing and good eyesight.
The crisp clicking sound just now must be caused by the nib of the pen being poked.
At this time, Shang Yu did not answer. He raised his well-proportioned finger and pressed the internal phone, and said in a cold voice: "Pama's artificial intelligence cooperation project, let the chasing wind pass immediately."
"Okay, Yan Ye."
The voice on the inside line is a bit familiar, it seems to be Liuyun.
Hearing Shang Yu's arrangement, the corner of Li Qiao's mouth that was blocked by the suit gradually rose, "Yan Ye, is chasing the wind count as lying down with a gun?"
Hearing the sound, the man raised his hand to adjust the sleeve of the shirt, and stared at her with the light, like a warning, like a joke, "I don't want him to lie down with the gun, and stay away from him in the future."
Li Qiao hugged his suit and sniffed lightly, and continued to test, "What about work contact?"
At this time, Shang Yuxie frantically raised his lips, "You and him will not have work contact."
Approaching 12 o'clock noon, Liu Yun knocked on the door and delivered two working meals.
In a bright and quiet office, the man sits at the executive desk while the girl sits on the sofa and plays with the mobile phone.
Liu Yun put his work meal on the coffee table without squinting his eyes. As soon as he was about to go out, he heard a low question: "He is leaving?"
"Yes, boss, I have arrived at the airport." Liu Yun nodded, and lit a row of candles to chase the wind in his heart.
In this way, Chasing Wind was thrown directly to Parma for a period of three months without knowing why.
An hour later, the two hundred and five of Zhuangfeng was sitting on Yanhuang's business jet, and he couldn't figure out why the fuck was it? !
The artificial intelligence cooperation project, when it was clearly said that Luo Yu would handle it, why was it suddenly handed over to him?
Mochizuki and Liuyun didn't tell him the specific reason. In short, it was a scolding slur, plus all kinds of fanciful sympathy.
On the plane, chasing the wind and touching his chin thinking about life, he suddenly recalled what Mochizuki said: Do you want to die or want to die when you break ground on the boss's head?
Why didn't he understand, which piece of soil did he move?
Chasing the wind swayed Erlang's legs, and took a sip of beer, probably on top of the alcohol. He flashed suddenly and thought of the scene in the elevator.
Could it be that the boss at the time let the girl pass, not called Mochizuki and Liuyun?
Shouldn't it... That girl is the boss?
Shit , the others are gone!