Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

Chapter 143



Chapter 146:

Now our position is much more crisp. It is no longer the same as when she maintained business cooperation and she has not yet applied for avoidance of benefits. There is always no end to temptation and spying, confrontation and contention.

Only then did I realize Miss Pan De’s enthusiasm for “optimization” itself. She obviously likes things that are extremely efficient and elegant and simple in structure. Trapped in reality, the wrestling of teeth and claws and the last resort balance, true elegance seems to only exist on paper.

I let her see the possibility of elegance.

We are a technology-based Internet company with a core competitiveness of products. It is normal, but not normal, to let capital grab the neck and be carried forward by factional struggles. The general situation in the industry cannot simply be applied to individuals. With our confidence, we can reduce burdens and become a truly professional company in charge of professional affairs. It is still possible to create such a future.

Besides, the big boss also initially agreed with this plan.

Miss Pan De agrees with me that this is the best way to help our company in the mud.

After talking about business, it was late at night. We were both in good spirits, as if we had just awakened from a long sleep, and we were still playing around while washing. When I got to bed, Miss Pande asked me: “Today you talked about this with me, is it out of your personal interest?”

“The BCG project is still in progress.” I naturally told the truth, “I just want to give you an explanation.”

She leaned her face over and said slowly: “Then, let me bring some fresh air to the minority in your group?”

I laughed: “My girlfriend is so smart.”

Miss Pan De’s eyes are not very friendly when she sees me.

I immediately hid by the bed.

Her hand fell free, and she said in the next second: “Come here.”

“I can’t come.”

“Come here.” She pointed at me.

I shook my head sharply: “I can’t come.”

Miss Pan De raised her chin: “You can’t make it through?”

I swallowed: “I had a little pain in my shoulder when I was doing bench press. And my arm still hurts, you know, yesterday was Arm Day.”

She was calm: “I won’t touch your arm or shoulder.”

“My back hurts too.” I said quickly.

Miss Pan De nodded, pursing her mouth and said: “Come here.”

I moved back a little cautiously.

Miss Pan De did not move.

I moved closer to the center of the bed.

Miss Pan De still didn’t move.

I sit back.

She pinched my face with both hands: “This one is for your cleverness.”

It’s not bad. It’s not very painful.

I still grinned, “Okay.”

She let go for a moment, and suddenly exerted force: “This one is for your compliance.”

I squeezed a few words from my teeth: “My compliance is very good. Whether it is a dentist or a fitness trainer, I like me.”

“Is the purpose of your words to make me angry, or do you want me to change my career to be a dentist?” She didn’t let go.

Miss Pan De’s eyes were too oppressive, and I couldn’t think of it for a long time, but when I came to my mouth, they all talked back.

“Pain.” I said pitifully after a few seconds.

She relaxed a little, looking helpless, as if she couldn’t help it with me: “Okay. Anyway, I am very happy that you can inform me in advance. This will also help our team’s future work. BCG will not block your way. ”

“Will the group cause you trouble?” I asked.

Miss Pan De shook her head: “Don’t worry.”

She changed the conversation: “Mr. Chairman will be very unhappy, which is true. But I still don’t think we will be in big trouble-it depends on how he views the enterprise, pure mass production machine or the crystallization of human wisdom.”

My mind moved: “Do you have a way to convince him?”

Miss Pan De just smiled and said calmly: “No comment.”

I knew it wouldn’t be very rewarding to ask further, so I stopped here decently. Miss Pan De seemed very satisfied with my knowledge and the initiative to inform tonight, and took her hand off at this time.

I rubbed my face while watching her. It hurts. It’s said that children are afraid of their cheeks being pinched. I don’t want a person like me who is well versed in social ugliness to be able to get a thick skin like the Great Wall.

So in front of her he was just like a naked boy.

I pointed to my mouth and spoke in Mandarin: “One mouth.”

If these three words are separated, she should be able to understand them. Of course, Chinese is broad and profound, and Miss Pan De is like being in the clouds, but she kissed me anyway.

“What does that mean?” Miss Pan De frowned slightly, “A mouth?”

I corrected: “A mouth.”

Miss Pan De really opened her mouth: “Zhang…”

I tried to explain to her the difference between quantifiers. Fortunately, she has a basic knowledge of Japanese, so she didn’t take much effort to understand the difficulty of learning.

However, her attention still bites the focus of our discussion. She is worthy of being a partner of a top consulting company. She is the only one who fools others, and no one else fools her. Miss Pan De asked: “After reversing the word order, does it become a colloquial meaning of extension? Oral reward?”

I admired her imagination a little, and just said: “It means’kiss’.”

Miss Pande touched her chin: “So this is a very cute statement.”

I endured a smile: “I agree.”

“How do you say ‘hug’?” she asked, “a hand?”

I laughed out loud.

Miss Pan De was upset: “Is it ridiculously wrong?”

I touched her arm: “How about we learn this phrase first today? Next time I will teach you how to “hug”.”

She looked at me suspiciously, but finally nodded.

It’s so cute.

The week after Lidong, the team sent by the giant next door to Singapore landed. At present, the country is already the safest place in this storm, and they only need one week of isolation time. This time they were visiting secretly, and they stayed in the isolation facility for a whole week before the official meeting, but on Friday, Kevin still found me in a desperate manner.

I felt weird in my heart, but I didn’t know who had released the news: the person next door, or Jocelyn deliberately.

Facing Kevin’s question, I was prepared.

I have natural legitimacy in this matter. It is impossible for Kevin to find any evidence, all his suspicions are mere suspicions. Besides, even though it was only part of it, I did give him what he asked for. The information was incomplete, and logically speaking, it was not my fault. He could only blame An Ning: after all, I didn’t give her a chance. My attitude was dead and hard, and Kevin was skeptical at first, and his ambition was short.

Bluffing depends on who is more confident. Even if he only showed a momentary vacillation of his own judgment, his surrender had become a no-brainer.

Kevin turned his gun to talk about the subsidiary. I listened to him one by one, occasionally digging holes for him to add a piece of material to the recording evidence, and I thought to myself: There will be no day when his wish will come true.

Saturday is Diwali. For Indians, this seems to be a particularly important festival. In the past years, there were often activities in Little India, and there was an endless stream of visitors to the temple. I was deeply impressed by the stacks of idols on Pagoda Street, but it left my memory more brilliant than solemn, plus it was a foreign culture after all. I never thought about going inside. Check it out.

This year, Diwali is no longer as simple as an extra day for me. Temples, like other public places, still have strict restrictions on the entry and exit of people. Although Miss Pan De is also an atheist, I checked the relevant regulations before she took the initiative to bring it up to ensure that we can go in and wander in during the festival—if she If you want.

She didn’t want to.

Not only did I not want to, Miss Pan De also stated clearly that I cannot go to her house to find her this weekend. I found it a little strange, because she spoke with me in a very high-profile tone, and was obviously not afraid of hurting my feelings—I sensed a very subtle guilty conscience from her unusually strong strength.

Is she going to say something to her parents? Maybe it is planning to come out?

I did not ask her. I am embarrassed to ask, if I really ask, no matter whether the facts are as I guessed, I feel a little bit sentimental. Coming out to my parents is a very important thing in my life. Some people are unwilling to say it because of their emotions, some people can’t say it in order to avoid danger, and some are stuck in weighing the pros and cons. Miss Pan De is a very mature woman, and I want to respect her judgment.

But I was so wrong.

On Sunday morning, I received a picture from Rajiv. We haven’t sent a message since adding a friend. I suddenly saw that the sender was him, and I was so nervous that I became sober in an instant.

Miss Pan De wore a saree.

I regret it too much. I regret that I listened to her so obediently, I regret my twitching, regret my embarrassment, regret my self-love and affection: No, don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to treat my girlfriend Why is the materialization of the exotic girl.

I repeatedly looked at the blurry Miss Pan De whose screenshot was in the video chat window.

The ordinary pixels of landline shooting delayed my work.

I called Miss Pande: “You are wearing a saree!”

Her voice is very energetic, obviously in the middle of dancing. She only paused for less than a second: “Please tell my brother, Yao, I’m going to burn all his stamp collection.”

I turned a deaf ear: “I want to see!”

“no.”

I reiterate my position: “I want to see!”

“Do not.”

I changed the subject: “Can you show me?”

Her refusal voice slowed down: “No.”

I chase after victory: “Please.”

Miss Pan De really took the picture.

I now announce that the straight man who supports me most in the world will temporarily change from Huang Xiuwen to Rajiv Pand within 30 minutes.

Frankly speaking, maybe it was because I didn’t care. I didn’t realize the beauty of saree before. My appreciation of sarees floats to the surface, thinking that it is just a long piece of cloth with complicated patterns or simple texture, thinking that it restricts people’s movement, and there is no tailoring at all-I am so stupid, really.

Just because it is just a piece of cloth—because it is just a piece of cloth, it is only the curve of Miss Pan De that holds up such a dazzling posture. The jewelry on the forehead, the splendid textiles, but it proves wealth. This piece of saree is undoubtedly a craftsman’s dazzling work. I may have switched to studying the details of the fabric long ago… I am indeed studying the details.

Details about her.

I looked at her almost inch by inch, from Miss Pande’s arm to her waist, and finally indulged in my brows. She looks a bit awkward in the photo, and I rarely see her with such a shy look. Like a girl who was ordered to change into formal clothes by her parents—in fact, it may be the case—she looked forward to it, and wanted to resist for no reason, and finally looked into the mirror with restraint. And she is not a girl. She is more confident and flexible than a girl, with the warmth after the storm, and she will never forget it.

My mind is in a mess.

I’ve gone crazy with her.


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