Just then, the phone rang.
He pressed the answer button, and it was Guan Xi's voice: "Hi, Qiao Mu. Are you looking for me? Sorry, I just saw it after we had a meeting."
Pan Qiaomu glanced in the direction of the dormitory and found a reason: "Oh. I want to ask you about Yongda Group."
Guan Xi said: "It's too late now. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
Pan Qiaomu said: "Okay. Oh, by the way," he pretended to mention it casually, "This time the outstanding interns were given to the sales department? Does this mean that our Changlefang will not add more positions?"
Guan Xi said: "Yongda Group is pressing hard, and the incident happened suddenly. Yu Ben needs to give a clear signal to the sales department. But it is a pity for Chen Jiaxian. Yu Ben and I are also thinking about whether we can use other ports to even out the situation." A permanent position is available."
Pan Qiaomu was relieved.
But, why didn’t Jun Ziyi intercede for Changlefang?
There are obviously better arrangements, such as letting Chen Jiaxian get the honor and the sales department get the bonus.
Why should Chen Jiaxian shave her head?
This isn't fair. This thought flashed through Pan Qiaomu's mind.
Pan Qiaomu almost laughed at himself. fair? He who only cares about value exchange and never pursues fairness, why did he suddenly go crazy today and think about fairness?
Is the naivety of idealism and the stupidity of overestimating one's capabilities contagious?
…
The sound of talking and laughing came from the distance.
Pan Qiaomu looked over and saw that Zhuoxiu employees who worked overtime came to the dormitory to spend the night together. There were quite a few of them.
Zhuoxiu Group prohibits employees from dating, and Pan Qiaomu doesn't want to be seen driving his car, causing groundless rumors. He unbuttoned a few shirt buttons with one hand, changed into a relaxed position, and prepared to drive home.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the car window.
He turned around suddenly and saw Chen Jiaxian standing outside the car window.
The group of overtime employees were already very close. Pan Qiaomu could fully imagine what kind of rumors would arise in the company if he and Chen Jiaxian were seen here, and how the rumors in the workplace would affect a young man. The future of girls is burdened.
Pan Qiaomu pulled Chen Jiaxian into the car almost instantly and quickly locked the door: "What are you doing out here?"
Chen Jiaxian said loudly: "Get the phone."
Pan Qiaomu was stunned and looked at his hands.
Sure enough, Chen Jiaxian's mobile phone was still charging in the car.
He looked outside again. Obviously, Zhuoxiu has a big overtime work tonight. It is very lively outside the dormitory at the moment. Wave after wave of overtime employees are coming here, and there are people——
"Isn't that Brother Qiao Mu's car?" Someone pointed this way and said loudly.
No, obviously not.
"Obviously, it's Brother Qiaomu's car! I know the license plate number! Is Brother Qiaomu in the car?"
No. He's not in now.
"Hey? Are you talking about the legendary Pan Qiaomu? I haven't seen him yet! How handsome is he?"
No. He is not handsome.
"It doesn't matter if you can't see anyone, go take a look at his car, hahaha!"
you. Can it. Tell something. logic.
"I want to see it too! Let me see how his car has been modified..."
"I'll come too..."
The blood all over Pan Qiaomu's body froze. He stretched out his hand to hold Chen Jiaxian's back and quickly pushed her under the seat.
"I saw Brother Qiao Mu!"
Pan Qiaomu's mood was very subtle.
He didn't do anything, but he still felt the excitement of having an affair.
"You're looking for me?" He pressed down the driver's window, revealing an expressionless face, "What do you want to report?"
Everyone obviously didn't expect that Pan Qiaomu was really in the car, and they looked at each other for a while.
Pan Qiaomu looked at one of them: "I didn't see your plan. I should have gotten it yesterday."
The man couldn't help but take two steps back: "Uh. I'll send it to you by email tomorrow morning, Brother Qiao Mu."
Pan Qiaomu said coldly: "I just came back from a business trip and I am very tired. If you have nothing important to do, I will get off work."
As he spoke, he stepped on the accelerator and the car drove off into the night.
…
Pan Qiaomu is happy.
He doesn't have the habit of listening to the radio while driving. As a result, the car was extremely quiet, and Chen Jiaxian leaned on the passenger seat and quickly fell asleep.
Pan Qiaomu glanced at her.
Very embarrassed. He commented objectively in his mind that his hair was messy and his face was swollen. As for the eye makeup that was smeared on the silkworm, it didn't matter. With her poor makeup skills, it didn't make much difference whether it was smeared or not.
He turned back and drove. While waiting for the traffic lights to turn green, I glanced at Chen Jiaxian again.
She cried in her sleep.
Tears were mixed with black eyeliner, streaked diagonally several times in an unseemly way, and fell on her chin.
A face with such black marks crisscrossing it makes people laugh.
But Pan Qiaomu didn't laugh, nor did he think it was funny.
Perhaps it was because things hurt the same kind. Pan Qiaomu, who was dealing with the local business promotion and wine bureau, couldn't tell for a moment whether it was she, him, or them who were in the embarrassment.
Who is more noble than the other, and who is more filthy than the other.
It comes from the golden age of the industry, passes through the end of the silver age, and enters the bronze age. His and her generation have caught up with the decline of the general environment since the beginning of their careers. Individuals who are striving to move forward are struggling in the ebb of the times, like mayflies.
She is like the clown of life, doesn't he?
Pan Qiaomu looked at the night in the distance, his natural peach blossom eyes always smiling, but there was no smile at all in his amber pupils.
He squeezed the steering wheel.
…
The elevator goes up.
Chen Jiaxian leaned against the elevator wall, the coldness penetrated her back, and her chaotic brain woke up. She saw Pan Qiaomu standing far away on the other side of the elevator, with his back to her, looking at the digital screen.
She sorted out her messy thoughts.
"I'm sorry to bother you again." Chen Jiaxian said apologetically, "I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow."
Pan Qiaomu didn't look back and said distantly: "It's very troublesome."
The two were silent.
Chen Jiaxian took out her mobile phone, and as soon as she turned it on, many messages popped up, all from her mother. What she meant was that helping her sister and brother buy a house had drained the family's wealth. Chen Jiahao was still a student. He hoped that his sister Take care of your younger brother and share part of the loan.
Chen Jiaxian glanced at it briefly and refused to take a closer look.
But the moment the elevator door opened, she saw Pan Qiaomu's Lego decoration in the entrance hall again. She couldn't help but stare, wanting to see clearly these warm buildings and whether there were happy families in every room.
Pan Qiaomu opened the door and asked casually: "Last time you said you didn't like this kind of warmth?"
Probably because of the alcohol, Chen Jiaxian spoke fiercely: "I hate it."
Liking is a trap that will only make her drained by her family. She hated the love she once had for her family.
How stupid do they think she is? Giving her ridiculous expectations and clumsy lies over and over again?
Pan Qiaomu didn't ask again.
Just like last time, Chen Jiaxian walked into the bathroom holding disposable toiletries. She saw that her face was covered with makeup. But embarrassment and exhaustion are often connected. She didn't have the energy to express surprise, only a look of numbness.
After taking a shower, Chen Jiaxian finally woke up completely.
Coming out of the bathroom, she was surprised to see Pan Qiaomu sitting on the sofa in the living room, waiting for her.
He had also taken a shower and had put on brown pajamas. His hair was still wet. Chen Jiaxian noticed that the cuffs of his pajamas were embroidered with a thin golden logo.
See, this is how people are, defined by consumer products. Chen Jiaxian thought.
"Sit." Pan Qiaomu pointed to the farthest sofa block opposite the coffee table.
Chen Jiaxian said "Oh", walked over and sat on the sofa pier.
The distance between the two people was four or five meters.
Without a drying cap, her hair hung damply over her shoulders.
Pan Qiaomu looked at the time: "Go ahead."
Chen Jiaxian was startled: "What did you say?"
Pan Qiaomu said flatly: "It will feel better if you talk about it."
The Chen family became quiet. After a while, she lowered her eyes and refused: "I don't want to say it."
Pan Qiaomu said: "It's okay to lie."
The distant wind blew into the living room from the open balcony, fluttering the snow-white gauze curtains. Farther away are thousands of sleeping lights.
Pan Qiaomu added: "The meaning of talking is talking itself, not to solve problems."
The emotions in Chen Jiaxian's chest surged several times and rushed up to her throat. At the last moment, she suppressed them until her eye circles became sore.
She finally said, "There's nothing to say. I can accept it all."
Pan Qiaomu said: "If, I mean if - if I care about you, it's not just about work."
Chen Jiaxian said: "I don't need it."
Pan Qiaomu raised his eyes, still showing no emotion and looking at her calmly. He wasn't offended by her.
After a while, Chen Jiaxian still pursed her lips and said nothing. Pan Qiaomu sighed:
"What are you resisting?"
He turned back to his room and locked it.
