Chapter 502 Ice and Fire
It’s past 6 o’clock in the evening.
Lin Muxue swiped her card to enter Lanfeng International Apartment, her high heels making a crisp sound on the marble floor.
She threw her bag on the custom-made shoe cabinet in the entrance and walked barefoot to the floor-to-ceiling window.
Outside the window is the bright night view of Yancheng. The buildings in the financial center are brightly lit, neon lights are flashing, and traffic is flowing.
She stood on a high place, overlooking all this.
The words on the phone from my father are still swirling in my mind.
Date steamed buns, stone steamed buns, walnuts, Qiongguo candy——
Those words and phrases with a rustic flavor are like a thin thread, gently pulling at the memory she has deliberately sealed.
Scenes from the past come to mind with these foods.
It would be a lie to say that I don’t miss the family I grew up in at all during the Mid-Autumn Festival.
But she felt really wronged and could not get over that hurdle.
Their family has two housing plots in the countryside. One of them has his brother's name written on it, and the other one was agreed to be left to her.
In order to buy a house for her brother, she directly sold her piece of the house. The money she got was 70,000 yuan, plus the family's deposit of 200,000 yuan, all of which was given to her brother.
She still remembers the day her mother came to Yancheng to see her with her home-cured bacon, but she took out a mortgage calculation sheet and a housing base transfer contract on the dinner table.
companiesgersui remembered
[Zhenzhen: "No, my classmate's family is from Yancheng, and she is very familiar with it."]
After chatting with her cousin for a few more words, Lin Muxue's eyes were full of reverie.
Lin Yuzhen is his uncle’s child, only two years younger than her.
Although I also like to play, I am relatively good at studying. I was admitted to a good undergraduate university and am a junior this year.
Because we are close in age, our relationship used to be pretty good.
But then the contact became less and less, especially when she went to the south to go to college and started looking for a job.
She had a falling out with her family and stopped going back to her hometown.
In the past two or three years, we have basically had no contact.
She usually blocks these groups when posting in Moments. Most of all, she wants to say goodbye to the past.
She retracted her gaze and looked at her reflection on the glass, with exquisite makeup and expensive clothes.
Like a true urban elite.
No, it’s not like that.
She is now a true urban elite.
She works in the top office building, drinks hand-brewed Geisha coffee, lives in a high-end apartment, uses the best skin care products, and can wear new and beautiful clothes every week.
From a girl who spent 500 yuan in living expenses in the cafeteria, she became what she once dreamed of.
For her who loves to show off, she actually hopes that her family and relatives will know her current decent life and make them proud of herself.
This time, her cousin Zhenzhen suddenly ran over, which made her a little unable to restrain her desire to show off.
After all, this feeling of returning home in fine clothes is the most satisfying for her.
Take a deep breath.
Lin Muxue picked up her phone and opened the bank app.
[Balance: 53,000 yuan]
These are the money she earns from her salary + part-time job.
In addition, she also has 5 gold bars given by Tang and Song Dynasties.
The reason why there is so little is that in addition to my own high consumption, it is mainly because I helped Xu Ning pay off a lot of debts.
However, because the following is the long Mid-Autumn Festival + National Day holiday, Rongliu Investment will pay this month’s salary in advance tomorrow.
This is the first time she has received the salary of "general assistant". The annual salary is 1.5 million yuan. Not counting the year-end bonus, she can get more than 70,000 yuan every month.
Thinking about the money, the heaviness in her heart was instantly washed away.
She is such a common person, she will fight with her family for money, and she will also enjoy the sense of security and satisfaction that money brings.
When I turned around and waited for my cousin to arrive, I decided to take her to the mall to show off my "financial resources."
“Buzz buzz buzz—” The phone vibrated.
A message popped up.
[Lin Tiantian: "Mu Xue, our team has contacted Imperial College, all materials have passed the review, and your admission notice (CAS) will be sent to your mailbox soon."]
Lin Muxue beamed instantly and quickly replied: "Received, thank you Tiantian!"
The excitement in her heart made her emotional.
I couldn’t help but hear the words of Tang and Song Dynasties in my mind.
["Come on, Assistant Lin. When you successfully enroll in school, I will give you a special gift. You will definitely like it very much."]
I don't know what the "special gift" he said is.
Luxury goods? bullion? Couture? Jewelry?
It can’t be a sex toy, right?
Thinking of this, Lin Muxue subconsciously flashed a hint of shyness on her face.
The game I played with the beautician last time seemed a bit too much.
It made her feel a little embarrassed to see Qianqian now.
A eloquent tongue and an emotional body fragrance.
I have to say that the beautician is really becoming more and more attractive. No wonder Tang and Song Dynasty liked her so much.
After a while, Lin Muxue rubbed her hot cheeks, sat down at the desk, and began to memorize words.
Thursday, September 29, 2023, is the fourteenth day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar.
A thin layer of bluish-white appeared outside the window. The morning fog had not yet dissipated, and the coolness of autumn seeped in through the half-opened window.
Cheng Qiuqiu slowly opened his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly.
I don’t know why, but I always felt like there was something missing last night.
Although not as comfortable as yesterday, I slept peacefully.
Slowly sat up from the bed and rubbed his head.
I looked at the time.
6:15.
Normal biological clock.
Immediately, she seemed to remember something, and quickly picked up her phone and looked at it. There were no unread messages.
Clicked on WeChat again and refreshed it.
Still no news from him.
It kept refreshing for more than ten minutes, and the sky outside the window became brighter and brighter.
Cheng Qiuqiu pursed her lips, turned off WiFi, switched to data traffic, and refreshed again, but still nothing.
Yesterday, it was clearly around 6 o'clock. He sent a "Good morning" WeChat message, then he cared about himself and chatted with her for a long time. Why is there nothing today?
Could it be that he did something wrong yesterday that made him angry?
Suddenly, there was an inexplicable feeling of loss and worry in my heart.
She stared at the chat history in a daze as her fingers slid across the screen unconsciously.
I carefully recalled my scene in the company yesterday.
After drinking coffee for him in the morning, my whole body and mind were full of strength and I worked all day long.
Am I acting too distant?
Or - he actually doesn’t care about me that much, and everything yesterday was just polite?
But why do I have to ask him to care about me? I am not his,
And it was obviously me who took the initiative to say that I was "frigid" in Wushan, which was indirectly telling him not to get too close to me.
It seems to be the right thing for him to do.
Cheng Qiuqiu, what are you thinking about?
After rubbing her forehead vigorously, Cheng Qiuqiu put on a sweatshirt and sweatpants, walked out of the bedroom expressionlessly and opened the curtains on the balcony. The morning light immediately poured in, with a hint of autumn's unique crisp breath, which was very comfortable.
But Cheng Qiuqiu felt empty in her heart, as if something had been forcefully taken away.
After putting on his sneakers, Cheng Qiuqiu took the elevator down to the first floor, put on his Bluetooth headphones and played music.
Su Yu’s singing began to wrap her up, and her mood gradually relaxed.
Qiuqiu put her hands into the pockets of her sweater, lowered her head, and walked slowly outside the community.
The street stalls are already busy, and the aroma of fried dough sticks, soy milk, and steamed buns is mixed in the air.
She ordered her favorite Roujiamo and a cup of hot soy milk, feeling a faint warmth in her hands.
While standing on the roadside waiting for the traffic light, she unknowingly took out her mobile phone to take a photo of the breakfast in her hand, and then opened the Tang and Song chat box.
I don’t know why, but I just wanted to share ordinary little things with him.
I hesitated for a long time and waited for one green light after another.
Cheng Qiuqiu closed his eyes and clicked send.
The moment the message was sent, her heartbeat began to accelerate crazily.
He stuffed his phone into his pocket, forced himself not to look at it, lowered his head and trotted back to the rental house.
I took out my phone and checked, but there was still no reply.
Cheng Qiuqiu bit her lip, put her phone aside, and ate breakfast quietly, but she couldn't help but look at the turned-off screen.
After breakfast, it was already past 7 o'clock.
Cheng Qiuqiu was just about to wash up.
"Ding dong one—" a clear prompt sounded, and the phone screen finally lit up.
【Tang and Song Dynasty: Language Message】
Cheng Qiuqiu quickly picked up the phone and clicked play.
The nice voice of Tang and Song Dynasty came from the loudspeaker: "I just came back from fitness, wow, this meat bun looks so delicious,
Golden and crispy Crispy, you must try it if you have the chance. I have loved eating meat buns since I was a child."
A slight smile appeared on Cheng Qiuqiu's cold face, and she clicked play again, turning the volume on her phone to the maximum.
I listened to it several times before I stopped.
Replied: "It is indeed delicious. My senior sister and I eat it once or twice a week."
After thinking about it, he took the initiative to ask, "Have you eaten? What did you eat?"
After a while, the phone vibrated.
【Tang and Song Dynasty: Breakfast.jpg】
The photo shows an extremely light breakfast: milk, purple sweet potato, boiled eggs, blueberries.
【Tang Song: "In order to keep fit, I eat a relatively vegetarian breakfast, so I am particularly greedy when I see the Roujiamo, haha."]
After a few simple conversations, Cheng Qiuqiu felt completely relaxed, as if his inner desires were completely satisfied.
Wash and change clothes.
I put my bag and helmet on my back and went downstairs.
Skilled starting of ignition.
Accompanied by the roar of the engine.
The white Suzuki GSX250 ran over the fallen leaves and drove towards the outside of the community.
When she passed the intersection, she saw the meat bun stall in her peripheral vision, and a thought suddenly flashed in her mind.
After the motorcycle traveled a few hundred meters forward, it suddenly turned around and returned to the intersection.
Park the car and take off your helmet.
The autumn wind blew her clothes and hair, outlining her sexy and graceful cartoon figure. Set against the backdrop of a motorcycle, she instantly attracted the attention of many people.
Cheng Qiuqiu quickly came to the familiar stall and said calmly: "Boss, let's have a fat and thin meat bun!"
"Okay "Yeah, seven dollars." The boss looked up at her and asked habitually: "Should I add more chili and coriander?"
He was very impressed by this sexy and beautiful female customer.
Except for being a bit aloof, he is very good in other aspects.
Cheng Qiuqiu paused and didn’t know how to answer.
She didn’t know whether coriander could be eaten in the Tang and Song Dynasties.
I wanted to ask on WeChat, but Que Wen felt that this was too straightforward and seemed to have ulterior motives.
After struggling and hesitating for a while, the boss asked repeatedly.
She suddenly blurted out: "I want 3, none, all, one with only chili pepper."
Anyway, I bought them all, so I can't go wrong.
Hearing her reply, Lao Chang beamed instantly. This was a big deal.
He responded quickly and started making it quickly.
Within a moment, three meat buns in plastic bags appeared in her hand.
Carefully put it into your backpack.
Just as Cheng Qiuqiu was about to turn around and leave, a voice came from behind: "Hello, Mei Le."
She raised her head and saw a handsome boy in sportswear smiling at her.
"I also buy breakfast here every day, and I have seen you many times. Do you live near here too?"
Cheng Qiuqiu had no expression on his face and turned around to leave without looking at him again.
The cold and indifferent attitude instantly froze the smile on the boy's face.
He has indeed noticed her many times, but today he found out that this girl is actually riding a motorcycle. She is so beautiful and ironic,
It is simply too tempting.
I couldn’t help but stepped forward to meet Shantou, but I didn’t expect it to be so difficult.
9 o’clock in the morning.
The Rolls-Royce Phantom is parked at B2 of Yunxi Building.
Tang Song got off the car and took the elevator directly to the 30th floor.
"Mr. Tang, morning!"
"Lao Chang, you are here!"
"Mr. Tang is as handsome as ever today!"
Several colleagues who happened to be in the elevator immediately greeted him warmly.
Tang Song smiled and nodded at them, Shi Shiran walked into the passage on the left, which was the door directly leading to the office area.
Since Songmei Clothing occupies an entire floor, the area exceeds 2,000 square meters.
In order to prevent employees from taking too many detours, if they do not need to clock in, they can enter and exit through the nearest door.
Just as he approached the door of the president’s office, a figure came into view.
Simple and slim-fitting dark cow-colored sweater and tight-fitting denim pants outline your graceful body curves.
The long orange-brown hair is smooth and silky, shining with charming luster under the light and shadow, and casually draped over her shoulders,
Adding a bit of gentleness and charm to her.
Cheng Qiuqiu leaned quietly against the wall of the corridor, carrying a backpack and holding a cup of coffee in his hand.
I heard footsteps approaching.
She raised her head and met Tang Song's eyes, her face showing a bit of unnaturalness.
"Good morning, Qiuqiu." Tang Song came to her with a smile, looking at the sexy and beautiful designer with gentle eyes.
Cheng Qiuqiu looked away, handed over the coffee in his hand, and whispered: "Thank you for the coffee yesterday,
I treat you today."
"Oh? For me? Then I'm not welcome." Tang Song took the coffee naturally.
Looking at Qiuqiu with downcast eyes, he couldn't help but pat her hair gently.
Cheng Qiuqiu trembled, opened his mouth slightly, and subconsciously shrank back.
"Ah, sorry Yiyu." Tang Song apologized quickly. This was completely a subconscious behavior in a dream.
"No, it doesn't matter." Cheng Qiuqiu pursed her lips, and after a moment of silence, she suddenly asked, "Can you eat coriander?" Cheng Qiuqiu took off the bag on her shoulder, groped inside for a while, and took out a meat bun wrapped in a plastic bag and a paper bag. "This is the one I had in the morning. Don't you want to try it?"
Looking at the meat bun in her hand, Tang Song's eyes narrowed slightly and he took it seriously.
He followed her with a warm smile on his face: "Thank you Qiuqiu, I really didn't have enough to eat in the morning, and I kept thinking about your Roujiamo. This time I got my wish."
"That's good." Cheng Qiuqiu's face turned slightly red, "Then I'll go to work, bye."
"Bye."
He watched her disappear.
There was a burst of complex feelings in Tang Song's heart, and it seemed that from her, she could see the figure of the little Le boy in the dream.
Although he looks extremely cold on the outside, he can feel that Cheng Qiuqiu is actually very lacking in love.
Return to the president’s office.
Tang and Song untied the plastic bag and took a bite of the meat bun.
Although it is not fresh from the pan, the crust has become slightly softer and less crispy, but the fat and lean braised pork inside is still fragrant, mixed with the delicious taste of chili and coriander, which greatly increases people's appetite.
He ate carefully one bite at a time, not even letting go of the crumbs that fell into the paper bag.
After eating, Tang Song took a photo of the empty paper bag and shared it with Cheng Qiuqiu.
He left a message: "(~~)/Very delicious."
After a while, the phone screen lit up, and Cheng Qiuqiu replied with a smiling emoticon.
When Tang Song was about to type a few more words to respond, his phone vibrated and a new message popped up.
[Lingling: "(··)Senior 9, I have arrived downstairs in our company, I will rush up immediately!"]
When Ya heard this news, Tang Song couldn't help but purse his lips and chuckle.
This elementary school girl is always full of energy, and every communication is like a fresh wind blowing through his life.
His current habit of adding emojis to messages was also learned from this cheerful elementary school girl, and I find it particularly interesting.
After thinking for a while, he quickly replied: "Okay, I will arrange for someone to pick you up in the elevator immediately."
[Lingling: "q('w') get!"]
Return to the main interface, click on Cheng Qiuqiu's chat box, Tang Song replied: "Qiuqiu, our company has a new employee joining today, he will be here soon 3 On the 0th floor, go to the elevator entrance to greet her and help her get started. ”
[Cheng Qiuqiu: “Okay, Mr. Tang, what’s her name?”]
The office area of the brand department.
"Buzz buzz——"
[Tang Song: "You'll know when you see her."]
Seeing Tang Song's ambiguous reply, Cheng Qiuqiu was stunned, but didn't know how to ask.
Silently picked up the work badge and walked out confused.
I stood next to the elevator and waited for a while.
"Ding-" There was a soft sound, and the elevator door slowly opened.
A familiar figure walked out.
Looking at each other, Cheng Qiuqiu’s expression became confused, "Lingling?"
"Qiuqiu!" A surprised smile appeared on Yao Lingling’s face , took her arm affectionately, "Honey, why are you here?"
Cheng Qiuqiu felt comfortable and quickly explained: "Our Lao Chang asked me to pick up the newcomer"
Before she could say anything, she reacted quickly and turned to him with wide eyes, "Wait a minute, are you the 'newcomer'?" ”
Yao Lingling blinked and nodded curiously: “If you, Lao Chang, are seniors from Tang and Song Dynasties, it should be me! But, when did you join Songmei Clothing? I never heard you mention it at all. Ah."
After a moment of silence, Cheng Qiuqiu said, "I have just joined the job."
The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere fell into silence for a short time.
Cheng Qiuqiu is used to keeping things in her mind, and rarely takes the initiative to share her own situation and feelings with others.
Although getting along with Lingling is very pleasant, if the other person does not want to chat with her, she will never take the initiative to disturb the other person.
During the recent period, Yao Lingling has been very busy due to the clothing exhibition and resignation handover, so naturally she seldom goes to chat with her.
After a few brief chats, the information gradually became symmetrical, and joyful smiles suddenly appeared on their faces.
Following in the footsteps of Cheng Qiuqiu, Yao Lingling briskly stepped into the door of Songmei Clothing.
What came into view was a very modern and fashionable decoration.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can have an unobstructed view of the bustling city.
The open workstations are neatly arranged, and each area is divided by logos of different colors, which maintains uniformity and is full of vitality.
Yao Lingling blinked her moist eyes and looked around curiously. Her eyes were full of excitement and surprise that could not be concealed. She was worthy of being in the company of seniors!
The office environment and atmosphere are beyond imagination.
It’s like a tall multinational company on TV.
She had just graduated more than a year ago and had been working at Shangya. Suddenly she came to a new environment and a new company, which naturally made her feel particularly novel and excited.
Since it was during the group building period, there were very few people in the office area, making it particularly quiet.
Occasionally I meet a colleague, or someone casts a glance in my direction.
While Cheng Qiuqiu was still hesitating how to introduce, Yao Lingling had already taken the initiative to say hello with a smile:
"Helo, handsome guy, I am the new employee who joined today, Yao Lingling, responsible for the clothing design work of our company. Please give me more advice in the future."
"Hello, I am Han Xiaoyang from the marketing department."
The smile on Yao Lingling's face is cheerful and bright, and the enthusiasm from the heart seems to infect everyone who looks at her.
In just a few words, people left a deep impression on her.
Subsequently, with the help of HR Zhang Ying, Yao Lingling successfully completed the entry procedures.
After getting her own access card and labor contract, she followed Cheng Qiuqiu to the workstation prepared for her.
Brand-new high-end monitors and high-performance hosts are also equipped with drawing tables, ergonomic chairs, and a small and exquisite green plant.
Yao Lingling put down her backpack, looked around, and felt excited.
Friendly colleagues, impeccable office environment, and pretty seniors are great!
She turned around and hugged Cheng Qiuqiu hard. There was uncontrollable joy in her tone: "Qiuqiu, we will be colleagues from now on, please give us your advice!"
"Yes." Cheng Qiuqiu stiffened, but did not move away.
At this moment, a familiar voice came from the side: "Qiuqiu, Lingling."
Yao Lingling turned around in surprise, and saw Tang Song standing there, and her eyebrows instantly Smiling widely: "Senior - that's not right!"
Then, she imitated Liu Jiannan's appearance in "The Richest Tomato", raised her right hand, bent over, and sweetly shouted: "Mr. Tang~"
Tang Song, who got the joke, laughed out loud, with a bit of pampering and teasing between his eyebrows: "You are good at resisting, Ya Lai. You have fallen into the role so quickly."
"That is, from now on, like Qiuqiu, I will be supported by Mr. Tang." Yao Lingling blinked,
She held Qiuqiu's waist, her tone was playful and relaxed.
Next to her, Cheng Qiuqiu’s face turned pale and she pursed her lips unnaturally.
Tang and Song’s eyes wandered between them.
One is as cold as Heng, the other is as lively as fire.
The two people have completely different temperaments, but they have a wonderful balance, just like the warm and cold tones in a painting, complementing each other.