The next day, Zhanfeng.

Shen Qingqing arrived at the last minute and patted her chest happily after typing the fingerprint card. She was so dangerous that she was one minute away. She had to be earlier tomorrow.

Jiang Fengming came out of the elevator for the president. Seeing her little movements, she couldn't help hooking her lips. "I've been pinching a little these two days, but it's not like your style?"

Since Shen Qingqing came to work at Zhanfeng, she always came the earliest and left the latest. Unlike some employees who spend too much time, she is afraid to work one more minute. If the award for the most diligent employee is awarded at the end of the year, it must be her.

Shen Qingqing turned her head and saw Jiang Fengming in a light cyan gown. A flash of surprise flashed across her eyes.

I haven't seen him wear a long shirt for a long time. There is a pair of gold glasses with a thin frame on the bridge of his nose. It's elegant and refreshing to look at him.

"President Jiang, in the Republic of China, you are a teacher full of experience. It's so enjoyable." She looked at him with a pure appreciation of beautiful things and praised him.

The eyes are so pure that it's hard to be misunderstood.

It's amazing, but it doesn't feel like a heartbeat.

Jiang Fengming sighed in his heart and said, "no matter how good-looking it is, you can't take it to heart."

"By the way, do you know why Enron suddenly asked for leave yesterday?" Shen Qingqing asked curiously as she walked into the office.

She asked in wechat, and Enron's reply was very vague, which further aroused her curiosity.

"If you don't know, I don't even know." Jiang Fengming almost invisible, shook his head, "since she and Fu Qing came together, her mind is not in the work, and I also slowly alienated."

There was something helpless in his tone, but Shen Qingqing couldn't understand his eyes.

She used to see Jiang Fengming look at Enron in the same way as he looked at an old friend. Fu Qing had the same look. She always felt that Enron didn't know the secret in their hearts.

"Mr. Jiang, I don't know if it's my illusion. I always feel that you indulge Enron?" Shen Qingqing asked tentatively.

Jiang Fengming's eyes flashed slightly, and in a twinkling of an eye, they recovered as before, smiling, "don't I connive at you?"

Shen Qingqing

Well, she can't answer that.

Connivance is used to describe Enron by Jiang Fengming. There is no strange feeling. But when Jiang Fengming asks her about these two words, the atmosphere changes subtly.

Shallow ambiguity.

"Sorry, maybe I shouldn't ask. Everyone has secrets that they don't want to show." Shen Qingqing directly omitted his question and ended the topic.

Jiang Fengming has another one she doesn't want to answer, "you and Leng Shaoheng?"

He deliberately only asked half a sentence and then stopped. There was undercurrent in his eyes behind the thin lenses.

Shen Qingqing's eyes and eyebrows were a little lost. She lowered her head and bit her lower lip. "He refused me."

There was a flash of joy in Jiang Fengming's eyes. Although he knew it was not a good time to be happy at this time, it was a reaction made without his brain, and he couldn't control it.

"Sorry." He said faintly.

Shen Qingqing raised her head and forced out a smile, "it doesn't matter."

"You change into the Qipao I made for you last time, and come out with me later." The river wind is blowing.

Shen Qingqing nodded, put down her bag on the seat and went to the dressing room.

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