Chapter 700

Su Yingyang walks out of the president's office and goes to the bathroom alone. Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, she turns on the water pipe and washes her face to make herself sober. Looking up at himself in the mirror, his eyes were a little red, his face was a little white, and he was slightly puffy. Taking a deep breath, he pushed back the mist in his eyes and whispered: "Su Yingyang, you can do it, you can prove yourself! You can. Come on

Then, she burst into a beautiful smile in front of herself in the mirror, and her big eyes twinkled mischievously, shining brightly. She should have confidence in herself, so that others can have confidence in herself.

Go back to your office area and analyze your report.

Aila, Tian Xiaole and Yang Yang all turned their eyes to her. When they saw that her lips were always smiling, they were a little surprised, but they didn't speak.

It wasn't until 5:30 p.m. that she got off work. After everyone left one after another, it took more than an hour for Yingyang to finish the report. Her efficiency was almost twice as high as Tian Xiaole's, but she finished it, printed it out and knocked on the door of the president's office.

At this time, it has been more than an hour since work.

She and Zhuo Yongchang are the only ones left on the top floor, but he didn't leave. I don't know whether he was dealing with business or what he was doing.

"Come in!" A low voice came from inside.

Yingyang pushes the door to go in, and sees Zhuo Yongchang drooping his head in front of his notebook, his fingers dancing fast. His long eyelashes are black and dense, slightly drooping, which makes him more beautiful.

"President!" She cried softly, a little uneasy.

Zhuo Yongchang suddenly raised his head, looked at her slowly, and said in a deep voice, "have you analyzed it?"

"Well." Ying Yang went over and handed the complete version of the report to him.

Zhuo Yongchang frowned and reached for it. He held the document with his slender fingers. He seemed to be careless. He looked down at the document and said, "you sit first!"

Ying Yang did not dare to sit.

He looked up again and motioned her to sit on the chair opposite him. Ying Yang had to sit down.

It took Zhuo Yongchang about ten minutes to read it carefully.

In these ten minutes, Ying Yang waited honestly and looked at him secretly. He sometimes frowned and sometimes stretched his eyebrows, but he looked very seriously. Some people said that men at work are the most tasteful. If so.

After reading, Zhuo Yongchang put the document on his desk, then looked up at her, "what do you think of your analysis?"

Ying Yang was stunned. He didn't expect that he asked so directly. He just said, "I want the president to say this!"

"You don't have confidence?"

"No!" She bowed her head.

"Look up!" He cried in a deep voice.

Ying Yang had no choice but to look up and meet his handsome face. There was a flash of fear in her eyes. Then she hesitated for a moment and firmly replied, "I think I have done it in great detail!"

He looked at him with deep eyes. "It's really good, but it's inefficient!"

"Yes She also knew that the time was a little long, but even more unexpectedly, he didn't embarrass her, and said to the point that she did well. For a moment, she was a little surprised. At the same time, she was affirmed and felt that her hard work was not in vain.

"Let's go!" He stood up suddenly.

"Isn't there punishment?" She remembered that when he had finished, he would say that there was something new to analyze.

He had already taken the suit coat, and Su Yingyang also stood up. He was just walking towards her. She stepped back, and there was a trace of panic in her eyes. He had walked in, and her pupils contracted slightly. He had stood in front of her, so close.

Ying Yang lowered his head subconsciously and his heart beat suddenly.

"Go home and work overtime!" He said over her head.

She was stunned, looked up at him, on his deep eyes, he slightly bent down, close to her, she was scared, his eyes and her balance, eyes flashed a playful. "Of course, if you don't want to be punished, you can do it in another way!"

She did not respond, a little puzzled, but inexplicably red a pretty face. "What?"

"Like being with me tonight!" His voice was hoarse with a sense of caste.

"I work overtime!" She said suddenly.

"Well! Good girl Zhuo Yongchang smiles gently. "Yes, Yingyang!"

"Well?" Su Yingyang looked at him with shame and embarrassment. Seeing that he raised his lips, youyou said, "to improve your efficiency, you need to make double efforts, even ten times efforts! If you are a dignitary before you, you will suffer after you! Do you understand? "

"Yes Ying Yang was slightly surprised, then nodded and showed a bright smile. "I'll try! Thank you for your instruction

Seeing her bright smile, Zhuo Yongchang suddenly fell into a trance, and the corner of his mouth slightly tilted up a beautiful arc, which was even more charming. "Go, go home!"

She followed him down the stairs.

The corridor has been very quiet. Everyone has been off work for more than an hour. Only the two of them left the office together and found it was dark outside.

On the way back, Zhuo Yongchang received a call. His voice was low: "hello?"Ying Yang sits quietly next to him. When he hears a feed, he suddenly slips. He slams on the brake. The car makes a screeching brake sound and stops at the side of the road.

Yingyang looks at Zhuo Yongchang in amazement. The next moment, she is stunned on the seat. Zhuo Yongchang's face turns pale. It's a strange kind of white. His voice is difficult and he says: "is it you?"

The phone seems to be cut off. Zhuo Yongchang is sitting in the cab like he lost his soul, holding his mobile phone hand. His bones are white, and the whole person seems to be suddenly hit and lifeless.

"Are you all right?" Ying Yang asked carefully, she didn't know who was calling and what happened?

At this moment, Zhuo Yongchang's face is pale like a ghost, with a haze on his angular face. He suddenly turns to Yingyang, with anger in his eyes, and stares at Yingyang fiercely.

Ying Yang doesn't know what's going on. Looking at his eyes so closely, Ying Yang has to admit that she's a little afraid of him, especially when he stares at him so fiercely that she has to doubt whether he wants to strangle herself.

"What happened?" Yingyang asked again in a low voice: "you look very bad? Have I, have I provoked you? "

Zhuo Yongchang was asked a Zheng, eyes flashed a glimmer, he Zheng Zheng looked at Ying Yang for a long time.

And Ying Yang also waited for a long time, only to get a cold to the bone of the response, tone voice and Indifference: "nothing."

Zhuo Yongchang's voice was obviously hoarse and weak. When he heard it, Yingyang's heart jumped. She guessed that his change had something to do with the phone call just now, and his reaction was really surprising. Who was that person?

The car has been parked there, Zhuo Yongchang's hand a little trembling, he took out a cigarette, slowly lit up, slowly smoked up, white smoke from the thin lips, smoke around, his deep eyes hidden in the white circles, so deep and full of sadness, lonely people can't help but tremble.

Leaning his head on the back of the chair, Zhuo Yongchang was silent for a moment. After smoking a cigarette, he looked down at his mobile phone. It seemed that he was checking the number. He saw his slender fingers recording the number and storing it. Then he started the car again and drove to the seaside villa.

Ying Yang breathed a sigh of relief and turned his eyes out of the window subconsciously.

She thought that the person calling there must be a woman, or his girlfriend who has lived together for many years! Why else is he so pale? If it's not a woman, who can make Zhuo Yongchang's face change with one phone call?

When returning to the seaside villa, Ying Yang found that the servant was not there. There seemed to be only two people in the big villa, but they didn't eat. As soon as Zhuo Yongchang came back, he went into the study and never came out again.

After taking a bath, Yingyang changed her home clothes, and then went to the kitchen to find food. She was a little hungry. Looking at the time, it was already 8 p.m., and neither of them had dinner.

She found the ingredients from the refrigerator, steamed some rice by herself, fried two home dishes and a soup, tomato and egg, beef fillet with green pepper, mushroom soup. When she brought the fried food to the table, she subconsciously turned her head and looked in the direction of the study on the second floor. She hesitated for a few seconds and went upstairs.

The whole villa is very quiet. Ying Yang comes to the study door, takes a deep breath and knocks on the door.

"What's the matter?" There was a voice of impatience.

Yingyang said at the door: "Mr. Zhuo, I just want to ask you, do you still eat?"

"No!"

"I see!" Ying Yang didn't ask, so he turned and went downstairs.

When she finished her meal and began to move her chopsticks, the door of the study on the second floor suddenly opened. Then Yingyang heard the noise and looked up. Then she saw Zhuo Yongchang's tall figure coming down the stairs with a handsome face and changed his clothes.

When he saw that she was the only one on the table, his eyes were cold.

"Do you want to eat?" Ying Yang asked softly.

He doesn't talk.

"I'll get you chopsticks!" With that, she immediately stood up to serve the meal, and then came back with a pair of chopsticks.

He had already sat in front of the dining table, looking at the food on the table coldly, then glanced at her casually and asked, "did you cook the food?"

"Well!" Ying Yang nodded, thought of something and said in a cold voice: "it may not be to your taste."

Zhuo Yongchang didn't speak. Listening to Ying Yang's tone, he felt cold. He was obviously paying back his cold attitude when he said "no eating".

He took the chopsticks, added a chopstick dish, tasted it, and his face was stunned.

Yingyang feels that her eyes fall on her head. She looks up slightly, but she can't catch them. Her eyes are fleeting. When she looks past, Zhuo Yongchang has lowered his head and has a quiet meal.

This time, he had a very elegant and leisurely manner. Instead, he was enjoying her home cooked dishes, chewing slowly and quietly.

Finally, she raised her chin and looked at Zhuo Yongchang.

His ink eyes are as deep as water. He can't see it to the end. His slender fingers hold the chopsticks. He holds the top of the chopsticks. It seems that he is not mean at all. I remember who said that Zhuo Yongchang didn't have childishness in the middle of eating and holding chopsticks. Yingyang didn't know why, and suddenly thought of this.Five years ago, he waved his head and gave her a smile.

"The taste is OK!" He said suddenly.

"Eh!" Ying Yang raised his head. He had lowered his head.