After driving to the company from Xiangyu Shuian, Meng Peiyuan quickly returned to the elite mode, sat in the office and handled the latest batch of oil that had problems.
Soon, the inside line rang, and Meng Peiyuan pressed the hands-free button: say.
The voice of the secretary came from the other end of the phone: Mr. Meng, manager Wu of the lobby called to say that a miss named Shi LAN wants to see you.
Meng Peiyuan said in a tone I have known for a long time: Well, take her directly to the personnel department to report and arrange a job for her.
Secretary asked: what is the main nature of it?
Meng Peiyuan light said: leisure.
Secretary's suggestion: logistics?
Meng Peiyuan looks indifferent: Yes.
Just put down the phone, Meng Peiyuan's mobile phone suddenly rang, eyes down swept the screen, found that the name of Bai Tongxi is flashing.
As soon as his eyes sank, his reason reminded Meng Peiyuan not to pick him up. He was still angry, but his fingers could not control him.
After a pause, he spoke with a bit of high cold pride: I'm very busy now, have something to say!
Bai Tongxi seems to be surprised by his momentum, and asks in a small voice: Mr. Meng, I want to ask you about the inkstone
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Meng Peiyuan dropped the microphone heavily, leaving Bai Tongxi with a blank face at the end of the phone.
Jun's face flashed a touch of chagrin. He thought that Bai Tongxi called to care where he went last night, but it turned out to be for a humble inkstone!
In the afternoon, it's nearly six o'clock.
The thick black clouds are squeezing the sky. The heat of the day has not evaporated at this time. The air is depressing.
After work, Bai Tongxi drove the sheep across the streets. On the road, God was against her on purpose. There was a short-time shower. She was caught in the traffic chaos, and it was difficult to find a place to take shelter from the rain.
When she got back to Xiangyu, she was all wet.
Maybe Meng Peiyuan is really busy. Bai Tongxi doesn't see him home until late at night.
She was lying on the sofa with her pillow in her arms. The soft female voice of the last song of the TV drama was beside her ears, which was like a lullaby.
Before going to sleep, Bai Tongxi comforts himself: it doesn't matter. It's the same for Meng Peiyuan to compensate for the broken inkstone at work tomorrow.
The next day, Taian group.
Bai Jie, your face is a little bad today. Xiaojie looks at Bai Tongxi anxiously: have you been working too hard recently? Why don't you ask manager Li to arrange less work?
Bai Tong Xi pressed the swollen Temple: maybe he didn't have enough rest last night, just drink more water.
Xiaojie had to say: Well, you pay attention to rest. If you feel uncomfortable, don't hold on.
Bai Tongxi nodded with a smile, turned around and took a capsule to quickly relieve symptoms, and then threw himself into work.
At noon, Bai Tongxi reluctantly drank a bowl of porridge in the staff restaurant and then took the elevator to the 18th floor.
President's office.
Mr. Meng, director Bai of the sales department has something to say to you. I see.
Hang up the inside line, the Secretary rushes to Bai Tongxi to lead you: Mr. Meng, please go in.
In the office.
Meng Peiyuan's eyebrows picked and he didn't speak. After the night before yesterday, he didn't go home last night. Bai Tongxi should have endured to the limit, right?
He's waiting for her to make a lot of noise, and then he's asking the security to kick her out!
I'm sorry, but she asked me how much it was worth two days ago?
Although Bai Tongxi is calm on the surface, he is very nervous in his heart for fear that he won't accept it.