Chapter 276

Looking at Shen Yinbing with pale face and sweating forehead, Yan Hong's eyes are full of maternal pity: "Xiaobing, have you had a nightmare again?"

"Hong, Hong Jie"

Shen Yinbing said these words hoarsely and fell into her arms, shaking all over her body.

At the moment of waking up, Shen Yinbing has confirmed that the scene just now is a strange nightmare.

In fact, she had no dead father, no gray haired strange woman, and no thousands of poisonous snakes. All this was just a non-existent nightmare.

However, even if she is sober and returns to reality, she still can't forget the terrible scene in her dream. It seems that in the next moment, she will be surrounded by thousands of snakes again. Therefore, like a frightened child, she subconsciously rushes into Yan Hong's warm arms and seeks shelter.

In the past, Shen Yinbing looked down on Yan Hong.

This petite, debauchery, pungent and tasteless little woman is just a synonym for her mother in her eyes.

If it is not to see that she really loves herself, Shen Yinbing would have driven her out of Beishan group and found a cool place to stay.

But now, when Su Beishan mysteriously died, especially after Shen Yinbing no longer trusted Gao Fei, Yan Hong's status in her heart soared to the level of close relatives.

If it is not too thin skinned, Shen Yinbing really want to hold her, affectionate cry: Mom!

Yan Hong patted Shen Yinbing's back with her left hand and supported her hair with her right hand. She comforted her in a soft voice: "Xiaobing, don't be afraid. With sister Hong, no one can hurt you. Don't be afraid

Yan Hong's appeasement is like a cool stream, which slowly dilutes Shen Yinbing's fear in her soul and makes her face return to normal gradually. She suddenly finds that this little woman who is servile to herself can bring her such a strong sense of security.

"Red sister, I, I'm ok."

Shen Yinbing gently earned Yan Hong's arms, took out some paper towels from the carton on the table, gently wiped the sweat stains on her forehead, and turned to look out of the window.

Outside the bright French windows, the autumn sun is shining high, the green hills are like Dai in the distance, and the traffic on the road is endless, full of vitality everywhere.

This is Shen Yinbing's real life.

The terrible scene just now was just a nightmare she had on her desk during her lunch break.

No matter how terrible the dream is, it is not reality after all, just like the difficulties in life, no matter how big, will be solved.

Yan Hong took a cup of boiled water to Shen Yinbing and put it on the table: "ah, Xiaobing, this is your third nightmare in this week, isn't it? Is the content of nightmares the same as the previous two

When Shen Yinbing had nightmares twice before, he also made a horrible scream, which alerted the Secretary Xiao Song outside.

Seeing that Mr. Shen's condition is quite bad these days, Xiao Song immediately calls Yan Hong about it.

These days, Yan Hong has been busy with the construction of the racecourse in the southern mountainous area, but she is very busy.

However, after she heard that Shen Yinbing had nightmares at noon, she immediately adjusted her work schedule and tried to rush back to Beishan group headquarters at noon.

Today is Yanhong's second time to rush back to the headquarters at noon. After hearing that Shen Yinbing is sleeping on her desk again, she worries that she will have nightmares, so she comes in lightly.

Sure enough, when Shen Yinbing was crying, Yan Hong woke her up in time.

Shen Yinbing was silent for a moment, then said: "well, the content is almost the same."

"Xiaobing, how about that?"

Yan Hong tried to ask: "at noon, you'd better rest less or not at all. If you can't, go to my office and have a rest so that I can accompany you. "

Shen Yinbing smiles and shakes her head slowly: "sister Hong, actually I don't want to take a lunch break. But after lunch, even if I exert my greatest perseverance to force myself not to rest, I will sleep unconsciously for ten minutes at most."

With a low sigh, Shen Yinbing said, "it's strange to say that when I'm alone at home at night, I never have such nightmares, or even have any dreams. I just wake up until dawn."

Yan hongdaimei frowned and looked into the office: "does it mean that the Feng Shui in the office has changed?"

After the founding of the people's Republic of China, the authorities advocated atheism and attacked all traditional cultures related to geomantic omen, physiognomy and divination.

After decades of ideological education, few people now believe in Feng Shui.

However, almost everyone knows that in the western countries with highly developed science and technology, they always believe that God is real. Whether they are presidents or tramps, they all believe that God will be with him.

Perhaps, God does not exist, firmly believe that the existence of his elderly, just a belief.

But it is this kind of belief that can often give courage to people in danger.

Many times, we can see on TV that the proud U.S. Marines, before the battle, will draw a devout cross on their forehead and heart, hoping that God can give them good luck and courage.

Why do technologically advanced Americans believe in a God that should not exist?

This is a belief, just as in the feudal society of China, the emperor would also believe in Buddhism.

Now, as foreigners say, Huaxia is a country without faith.

In fact, those foreigners who say that are wrong.

Take Fengshui for example. Ordinary people may regard Fengshui as feudal dross, but those officials and business presidents who are known as the top elites in China believe in these things more than anyone else!

For example, when an official comes to a new office, the first thing he does is to rearrange the tables and chairs and change the layout of the room decoration.

On the one hand, he taught the common people not to believe in those feudal ideas, on the other hand, he was devout in seeking advice from some masters of physiognomy. This strange phenomenon only appeared in the Chinese dynasty.

People who are kind and simple don't believe it. Officials believe it. Businessmen believe it even more.

Only these real elites can understand the traditional culture handed down from China for five thousand years, know how to arrange it, and benefit themselves.

Shen Yinbing and Yan Hong are not ignorant ordinary people. They are both elite in shopping malls, so they believe in it.

Some things, you may firmly do not believe, but you can never deny its existence.

Here's an example.

According to those elderly people, in the mid-1970s, on the night before the Tangshan earthquake, people saw hundreds of trucks driving out of Tangshan.

On the top of the truck, carrying cars of people's heads, they went to the southwest of the white fog

This strange event will not appear in the official information, but it is widely spread among the people.

(it's digressive. My brother is suspected of spreading feudal superstition. In fact, these things are also told by the old people in the village. Please take a seat instead of spraying. The next book goes back to the main story.).

Shen Yinbing looked around and shook his head blankly: "nothing has changed. All the furnishings are the same as before. There is nothing less or more."

"Then why do you always have nightmares at noon when your Yang is most abundant?"

Yan Hong looked around puzzled: "Xiaobing, how about this? I heard that an eminent monk came to Qianfo Mountain recently. He seems to be called an honest monk. Let me invite him to have a look at the layout of the office?"

"Honest monk?"

Shen Yinbing was stunned and quickly shook his head: "forget it, I, I don't believe in these - red sister, you go to work, I'm ok."

"Oh, I'll go. The start-up project at the racetrack is really tense."

Yan Hong turned around and walked to the door. Just after a few steps, she heard Shen Yinbing say, "sister Hong."

Yan Hong stopped and turned around, and asked with a smile, "what's the matter, Xiao Bing, what else?"

Shen Yinbing took out a key from the drawer and handed it to her: "this is the room key I just bought in sunshine new town. It's room 602, unit 1, building 22. In the evening, can you go there and have a rest? "

Yan Hong took the key without hesitation: "OK, I'll move there tonight, and we'll take care of each other. Xiaobing, you look much better now. "

"It's going to get better and better."

Shen Yinbing gave a low smile: "red sister, thank you."

Yan Hong's nose a sour, forced to smile: "thank me? Ha, thank me for what? Don't forget, I'm your red sister. Ha, ha

After a few laughs, the little woman twisted her sexy waist and walked out of the office.

Once out of the headquarters hall, Yan Hong takes out the phone and dials goofy's mobile phone.

After the phone rang for a while, Gao Fei's lazy voice came from there: "yawn - Hello, what can I do for you?"

Yan Hong said in a low voice: "Xiao Bing, she had a nightmare again at noon."

Gao Fei over there was silent for a moment before he said, "does this have anything to do with me?"

Yan Hong bit her lips and said sternly: "Gao Fei, you know that Xiao Bing cares about you the most!"

Gao Fei sneered: "do you care about me most? If she really cared about me, she would say, "don't trust me when I take care of her wholeheartedly?"

"That's what you did to disappoint her."

Yan Hong took a deep breath and asked, "where are you now? I want to talk to you face to face. "

"I'm in the restaurant office. You can come if you like."

Gao Fei finished this sentence, then he cut off the phone.

Listening to the beep breaking sound from the mobile phone, Yan Hong was stunned for a moment, and then went to her red Ferrari.

As soon as Yan Hong got on the bus, she came out from one side of the hall and looked at her like a poisonous snake.

But then the man dropped his head, turned and walked quickly into the hall.

Just now, Yan Hong, who was driving, seemed to have a look here and seemed to smile.

That smile, full of scornful irony.

In front of the French window of the president's office, Shen Yinbing bit her lower lip and lowered her eyes when she saw Yan Hong's red Ferrari heading north.

Yan Honggang just said that if she wants to go to the mountain Racecourse in the south, she should drive south. But now she goes in the opposite direction - Shen Yinbing doesn't have to work too hard to guess what she is going to do.

"Well, if you go, will he give you the book?"

When Shen Yinbing sighed softly, he was stunned and heard someone knocking on the door.

"Come in."

As soon as Shen Yinbing's voice fell, Jiao Enzuo pushed the door and came in.

After seeing Jiao Enzuo, Shen Yinbing inadvertently raised a warm smile.