"If we all leave, then you may be busy late." This is a polite way of saying it everywhere. Although it is an indisputable fact that coffee partners enjoy tormenting new colleagues, it is time to be polite. Still have to talk about it.
"So, let's make a deal, I'll stay and text tonight, and leave me plenty of time for lunch tomorrow through Friday."
Seungmei squeezed the hand of her coffee partner and added.
"Of course, of course... no problem." The coffee partner stammered mid-sentence. Seeing that her friend silently turned her attention to packing her bag, she had no choice but to agree.
"Hey, don't push me, a deal of this level is nothing." The two people muttered to each other, while Chengmei, who was thinner than them, stood three or seven steps away with her hands on her shoulders. An attitude that shows no fear in front of anyone.
"Then we really have to leave." "Seungmei, why don't we treat you to a meal next time and call Minhe and Zhiyuan."
The coffee partner’s voice was trembling and he couldn’t look at Seung-mei.
"Can I understand it as a gathering of female employees?" After saying this, Chengmei put her elbows on the table, propped up her chin and stared at the two colleagues who were good at acting.
"Of course, except for Sun Meiyu, then when we have dinner together, let's have a couple of drinks!"
"You all know my drinking capacity. I won't get drunk after a thousand cups."
The coffee partner's response was extremely perfunctory, but Seungmei was determined, and her eyes were filled with a wonderful smile.
"Then let all our female employees clink glasses with you alone, Li Qianbei! By the way, there seems to be something on your hair. I'll remove it for you."
"Thank you for your hard work. See you tomorrow. If the blind date goes well, I will bring you a hot latte."
The coffee partner didn't know what to say, so he just blurted out whatever came to mind, even forgetting about Seungmi's eye-catching preferences. The ones who scoffed at this were Ming Yao and Yu Cheng. Although they almost didn't talk to each other or look at each other's sitting postures, they had a tacit understanding.
"Then I'm leaving too, Chengmei." Ming Yao waved his hand and snorted contemptuously at Yucheng, who quickly coughed dryly and stood up slowly.
"See Agent Zheng and Agent Zhou tomorrow."
"It's finally quiet. Come on Seungmei. If you finish your post soon, you can go home early!"
After watching Yucheng leave, Chengmei sighed in annoyance, and soon started flipping through the thick pile of information again without caring...
The gray crystals in the world are moving and shining in the cold snowy night, and the dead branches are gradually filled with flowers of various colors. That's right, this ingenuity of switching from winter to spring, and even the entire earth quickly thawing and sprouting new buds, only exists in Yucheng's gray eyes.
The memory drifted back to that sunny spring. Yucheng brought a plastic bottle that was exactly the same as the one in the comic book. There was a flying butterfly in it. I wonder if the bottle was too small and the butterflies bumped everywhere. The sounds came and went.
"Huh? What is this?"
"Asking knowingly, isn't this the surprise you want most?"
The smile on Chengmei's face suddenly disappeared. She was not joking. She carefully put her hand into the bottle and grabbed the butterfly. Soon, the butterfly's wings, as thin as petals, began to struggle feebly.
"Senior Yucheng, please stop standing there and come over quickly to help."
"No, Chengmei, please stop holding on to your wings. Butterflies will also feel pain. Once they feel pain, they will no longer be close to you."
"If you do this because you want me to feel happy, come here quickly. Because after some empathy education, I suddenly don't want her that much."
After catching the butterfly, Chengmei held one of the butterfly's wings with each hand and slowly approached the window. The butterfly's tentacles were bending here and there, and its body shook violently a few times before looking back. flew away.
"Now it seems that I didn't prepare a gift for you."
"Isn't there still this empty bottle?"
In the rearview mirror, Chengmei was looking playfully at Yucheng, who had an annoyed look on his face. For a moment, Yucheng could finally overlap Chengmei with the one she remembered.
"Excessive! The volume of text messages will definitely not be small. How long will it take to send them all? Li Chengmei, no matter which time and space you are in, you are always so nosy!"
Yucheng's eyebrows began to jump up and down, and his teeth were biting his raised lips, as if he was mocking Chengmei. Then he turned to the left and right and curled his lips in the rearview mirror. At the same time, he also saw his other self making all kinds of weirder expressions. Sometimes he muttered an awkward smile, and sometimes he imitated words such as "Please don't be so stupid". Whenever he spoke to the air, the self in the rearview mirror would pull his funny face off like a parrot or a clown. Full grid. Even his inhalation and exhalation were followed one by one.
"Li Chengmei, can you not be stupid next time? If you take care of others, who will take care of you. But to say it's too much, no matter what Sun Meiyu and her coffee partner do, they can't compare to me before. So, what do I have? Who are you to blame them?"
