Song Qingxu sent a WeChat message to Chen Jiaxian: "I'm already here, waiting for you."
He sent the location to her cell phone.
Only then did Chen Jiaxian remember her date with Song Qingxu.
She stood on the roadside and called for a ride-hailing service. It showed that there were 78 people queuing in front of her.
After standing for a while, a black car drove up in front of her, with the window down, and Pan Qiaomu's face peeked out: "I'm going back to Changlefang, and I'll take you back on the way."
Chen Jiaxian was not polite to him: "Okay."
Pan Qiaomu helped her put several bags of materials into the trunk, opened the car door for her gracefully, and put his hand on the door frame to prevent her from knocking her head. After she sat firmly, he closed the car door and walked back to the driver's seat.
But he avoided all eye contact.
Pan Qiaomu said nothing, and Chen Jiaxian also remained silent. He didn't have the habit of listening to music while driving, so the car was eerily quiet, as if the two people's move to distance themselves from each other was too deliberate, and the atmosphere gradually became awkward.
I don’t know how long she had been suffering, but Chen Jiaxian said: “Stop the car.”
Pan Qiaomu slowly parked the car on the side of the road: "What do you want to buy?"
Chen Jiaxian said: "I'm here."
Pan Qiaomu didn't seem to understand: "You won't go home?"
Chen Jiaxian said: "I have an appointment with someone for dinner. Can you please bring the materials back to the company?"
Pan Qiaomu's eyes fell on Song Qingxu waiting at the door of the restaurant.
For a moment, he almost didn't know where the anger was ignited: he drove her to go on a date with another man, or she went on a date with another man, and he actually wanted to help her clean up the event.
When Chen Jiaxian made this request, she obviously really regarded him as an ordinary colleague, which made Pan Qiaomu even more angry.
During this period, he thought wildly, remained aloof, and even gained three pounds, while she, throwing a thunderbolt, did whatever she was supposed to do.
This made Pan Qiaomu feel that he was, through and through.
big. stupid. force.
Chen Jiaxian pressed down the car window and greeted Song Qingxu. Song Qingxu smiled, ran over in two steps, and pulled the car door - the door didn't open.
He knocked on the car door: "Master, please open the door."
Master Pan's anger reached its peak at this moment. He stepped on the accelerator hard: "No."
The car started suddenly against Song Qingxu's nose, and Chen Jiaxian's back hit the seat.
Pan Qiaomu said while driving: "Send the materials back to the company yourself. This is not my job responsibility."
The car drove a few meters away, and Pan Qiaomu slammed on the brakes again.
No.
He has decided to keep distance from Chen Jiaxian.
Zhuoxiu does not allow internal employees to fall in love, and neither he nor she is willing to give up this job. They're not suitable, they're even less likely. He would never start an irrational relationship.
Chen Jiaxian's back hit the seat again, and this time she was annoyed: "Can you drive?"
Pan Qiaomu didn't refute, silently opened the car door: "Get out."
Chen Jiaxian looked at Pan Qiaomu. Pan Qiaomu turned his face and said expressionlessly: "I will help you put the materials back into the company."
He closed the car door.
…
Song Qingxu caught up: "Who is he?"
He knew this car and knew that it cost 700,000 to 800,000 yuan, and with Chen Jiaxian's frugal habits, it was obvious that he would not order such an expensive special car.
Chen Jiaxian said: "Colleagues."
Song Qingxu narrowed his eyes and looked at the black car going away. Chen Jiaxian turned around first: "Let's go."
…
She followed Song Qingxu into an atmospheric Southern French restaurant.
Looking at Song Qingxu's back, Chen Jiaxian thought to herself, today is the first day of the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday. Song Qingxu is on vacation and is in a very relaxed state. But she was working overtime today, anxious and tense, and would have to be on call for work tomorrow and the next two days.
This is probably class.
Chen Jiaxian thought that class meant that fate gave him a clear path. He is shrouded in the filter of class differences. Envy? envious. But can envy turn into love? What is love? Is love a lie woven through filters?
Chen Jiaxian was thinking rationally.
She touched her heart. Facing Song Qingxu, she felt extremely calm, with no flutter, no desire, and no curiosity.
She had no emotion, not even resistance.
…
The two of them ate food, listened to music, chatted, and drank a little bit of wine step by step. In the meantime, Pan Qiaomu's assistant Han Fang contacted her twice, urging her to submit a summary report as soon as possible. So while waiting for dessert, Chen Jiaxian worked on the computer for a while and sent emails on the restaurant intranet.
Song Qingxu looked at Chen Jiaxian's dark circles: "How long have you not slept?"
Chen Jiaxian said: "I was very busy last night and couldn't sleep."
Song Qingxu immediately said: "That's not possible. No matter how busy you are at work, is it important to have good health? If you can't finish it, you won't do it, and you have to sleep when you need to. Only by ensuring the sleep time can you ensure your health."
Why not eat minced meat.
What Song Qingxu said made sense, but Chen Jiaxian couldn't do it.
She nodded, indicating that she accepted his suggestion.
Because she knew that Song Qingxu and Pan Qiaomu were different. Song Qingxu was unable to understand his overly ambitious ambitions like Pan Qiaomu did, and how much he could pay for this ambition.
Sure enough, Song Qingxu said: "Girls don't have to work so hard. You can marry a good man and give him the burden of supporting the family." He said gently, "A lot of men are lining up to pursue a beauty like you. you."
Chen Jiaxian ignored him and yawned.
Under the light, Chen Jiaxian's gentle, dark brown eyes sparkled due to yawning. Her eyes are beautiful, almond-shaped, with deep folds on her double eyelids. But such beautiful eyes were not looking at him.
Instead, it was directed at the new emails in the mailbox.
Pan Qiaomu sent an email to Guan Xi, asking the public relations port and the investment port to work together to sort out the merchant exposure and marketing conversion of this event. Since aborigines were invited to participate in the event, Guan Xi copied the email to Chen Jiaxian and asked her to sort out the consumption situation of aborigines.
When work comes, no matter where she is or what she is doing, she expects high-quality deliverables and seizes even the smallest opportunities.
Song Qingxu watched Chen Jiaxian typing on the keyboard and sending WeChat messages across the street.
He took a sip of water, stared out the window again, and finally said gently: "If you are busy, I can take you back first."
Chen Jiaxian paused while typing on the computer, and then said apologetically: "Okay then."
In the Song and Qing Dynasties, Xu was called a driving agent.
…
Chen Jiaxian got into Song Qingxu's car with her computer in her arms and continued busy. When the car stopped, she looked up and realized that she was at the door of Chenji Tang Shui shop.
Chen Jiaxian said: "I have moved and no longer live here."
Song Qingxu said in an unquestionable tone: "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and you have to eat with your family."
Chen Jiaxian looked at Song Qingxu: "Are you making decisions for me?"
Song Qingxu said: "I am doing it for your own good."
Chen Jiaxian hates the words "for your own good" the most.
She immediately opened the door and got out of the car:
"You know, Song Qingxu. The biggest disadvantage I have suffered in my life is that I believe that someone will do it for my own good." She held the car door and looked at Song Qingxu, "Expressing love through exploitation is also 'for my own good'." '."
