Song Qingzhou put her sandwich into her meal bag, which also contained the food she had specially set aside last night for today's lunch.
The evil capitalist company only has a half-hour lunch break at noon, and there is no time to go to the store to eat. Ordering takeout is too unhealthy, so she brings food every day.
Song Qingzhou packed his meal bag, then put on his hat and mask, looked at Mo Ziqian and said, "I'm ready and ready to go at any time."
Mo Ziqian saw that she was wearing a thick white sweater, with a high fur collar covering her entire chin, a black woolen hat on her head that suppressed her raised bangs, and then she put on a white feather half Masks and respirators cover almost the entire face.
Mo Ziqian moved his fingers, and the coldness he felt just now seemed to still remain on the fingertips. She was very cold.
Seeing that he was not moving, Song Qingzhou tilted his head and asked, "Bai Ze, do you want to pack anything else?"
Mo Ziqian took the sandwich and turned around: "No, let's go."
Song Qingzhou didn't know why this man had a straight face all morning, as if someone owed him five million.
However, it is understandable that the migrant worker is in a bad mood when she thinks that today is Monday, because she is in a very bad mood right now.
After she sat in the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt, Mo Ziqian also sat down, and then Song Qingzhou took out his mobile phone to send him the specific address of his company. Only then did she realize that Suzaku and Jiuweihu had sent him the She sent a message.
Suzaku: "My name is Ming Yuxi, nice to meet you."
Nine-tailed fox: "My name is Shen Jingwen."
Song Qingzhou sighed at the contrast between the nine-tailed fox and her real name, and neatly changed their notes to their names.
There was a smile on her face. Unexpectedly, the two beautiful sisters sent her messages, and she was surprised with a hint of surprise.
I just don’t know who Zhulong and Taotie sent the message to.
Song Qingzhou didn't dwell on this problem. She took out her mobile phone and sent the text "It's hard to make money" to the person she hadn't contacted at work for two days. Then she sent an address to the person who came to pick up the car at the 4S store, asking them to Come pick up the car and send it for repair.
Then she slumped down in her seat, staring blankly ahead.
Mo Ziqian's driving skills were good. Song Qingzhou could easily get motion sickness when driving someone else's car, but this time he didn't feel anything at all.
However, there is no sound at all in this car except for the navigation, which is really unsettling.
Song Qingzhou looked at the navigation. Today's road conditions were really bad. There must have been a car accident ahead. The section on the navigation was red and black. She was probably going to be late again. She crossed her fingers. This was already the second time this month. late.
Song Qingzhou thought about playing some music to ease the awkward atmosphere, so he asked, "Bai Ze, can you play songs via Bluetooth?"
Mo Ziqian said calmly: "You can call me by my name when we are two people."
Song Qingzhou asked again politely: "Mo Ziqian, can I play songs via Bluetooth?"
Mo Ziqian replied coldly, "Yes."
Song Qingzhou silently despised Mo Ziqian, who cherished words like gold, quickly connected to Bluetooth and played the song "Lady Luxurious Fragrance".
Mo Ziqian may have never heard this song before. Song Qingzhou clearly felt the car pause. She asked tentatively: "You haven't heard this song?"
Mo Ziqian listened a few more words and confirmed that he had not heard it before answering the question: "No."
Song Qingzhou asked curiously: "Then what do you usually listen to?"
Mo Ziqian: "Classical music."
Song Qingzhou: "Oh."
Are they the ones she listens to while sleeping and hypnotized?
Mo Ziqian seemed to know what Song Qingzhou was thinking without even looking at her, so he added: "It's not a lullaby."
Song Qingzhou was shocked. Could Mo Ziqian be able to read minds? The "serious book" happened once before, and now there is another "lullaby".
At this time, Mo Ziqian glanced at the navigation system and said, "You go to work at half past eight, right?"
Song Qingzhou was still thinking about mind reading, so he subconsciously said "hmm", and the next second he heard Mo Ziqian say, "Sit down."
What followed was a strong pushing feeling on her back. Song Qingzhou subconsciously reached out and grabbed the handle on the roof of the car. At this time, she had a thought: Can Tesla also race?
It was impossible to drag a car, so Mo Ziqian just drove a little faster, changed lanes a little more frequently, and then arrived a little earlier.
That's right, not only was Song Qingzhou not late, but he also arrived at the company downstairs five minutes early. When she got off the bus, Song Qingzhou's legs were weak. She held her backpack and meal bag and held the car door for a while before turning her head. Look at the man sitting in the car.
After trying hard to control the expression on his face, Song Qingzhou said, "Thank you."
Just as he was about to turn around and walk downstairs of the company, Mo Ziqian's faint voice sounded from behind: "What time do you get off work?"
Song Qingzhou lowered his head and looked at him: "I get off work at five o'clock. If I can't make up the time, I can take the subway..."
Mo Ziqian glanced at her, interrupted her and said, "I'll be waiting for you here at five o'clock."
Song Qingzhou took a deep breath: "Thank you very much."
Then, the car just drove away.
Song Qingzhou took off his white feather mask and put it away, walked to the office unhurriedly, and successfully punched in before half past eight. At this time, Sister Shen came over with meat buns: "Xiao Song, I Did you just see someone sending you to work? It seemed like you were a boy?"
Song Qingzhou put down the meal bag in his hand, took out a sandwich, and said seriously: "My car was rear-ended and was sent for repair. It was a ride-hailing technician."
Sister Shen nodded and continued eating meat buns, and Song Qingzhou also started eating sandwiches.
In a building five kilometers away from her, Mo Ziqian was sitting at his work station and also took out a sandwich and took a bite. It tasted just like yesterday's cream of mushroom soup.
Someone pushed open the office door and saw Mo Ziqian eating breakfast. He was surprised and said, "It's been a long time since I saw you eating breakfast."
Mo Ziqian finished the last bite of the sandwich and threw the wrapper in the trash can, and then he and the person next to him took the computer and started discussing work.
The time at work always passes very slowly. One day is like three autumns after another, that is to say, it is time to go to work.
After finally staying up until lunch time, Song Qingzhou opened his lunch box and subconsciously thought about what to eat for dinner. After all, the three questions that migrant workers must ask themselves every day are:
"What's for breakfast?"
"What to eat for lunch?"
"what's for dinner?"
