Chapter 14

Tong purple eyebrow tiny lift Mou to aim at one eye, don't know, then just bow to eat own rice.

When I came back from the restaurant, on the road and in the elevator, there were many rumors about the president's trip to s city. Almost every young girl was talking about all kinds of topics related to the president.

Tong Zimei, who is at the bottom of the elevator, looks down at the arms of two male colleagues in the crowded elevator. Jiang Chen and song Ren are both "sea turtles" who came back from Australia. They knew each other at school. After they came back, they applied for the same company and department together. There is such a coincidence in the world that they only smile at each other from the interview to the "offer" of the company.

Now, both of them have been moved by their new colleagues at the same time, and they don't hide their feelings for each other.

Tong Zimei only looks down and thinks about her work in the afternoon. The two people standing beside her are very close to Tong Zimei. They can breathe the faint fragrance of lavender on her body. This kind of smell is not brought by some high-grade cosmetics, but a unique body fragrance.

Smelling the faint fragrance, although they were standing there quietly, they obviously felt their irregular heartbeat.

It's so easy to wait until the elevator reaches the 56th floor. Except for the three of them, there's no one else on the elevator. Up there are the company's conference room and the company's core management office.

Entering the office, the door of Liao shawen's huge office is open. Tong Zimei, who is already waiting for lunch, sees Tong Zimei and two of his subordinates come in together. He frowns imperceptibly, "Miss Tong, come in."

Tong Zimei then enters Liao shawen's office.

Liao shawen did not lift his head and handed over a stack of handwritten manuscripts, "sort them out, help me print them out, and use them tomorrow."

Tong Zimei promised to go out with the manuscript.

Liao shawen has been abroad for many years. Although he speaks Chinese fluently, he has difficulty in writing.

Tong Zimei saw this from the time she got the manuscript. Looking at the running script like flying dragon and Phoenix dancing font, Tong Zimei spent a lot of effort in an hour just trying to guess that she could print two pages according to the meaning. After counting one page, she could not understand four or five places.

However, Liao shawen rushed out for a meeting after he finished his explanation.

Tongzimei guess with Mengdi will only write the general idea of the words, words into sentences, but also print out. It's almost time to finish work, less than half of it.

Look at the watch, Tong Zimei's back is sweating. At this speed, it's strange that he doesn't tidy up until tomorrow morning.

When she couldn't figure it out, Tong Zimei picked up the manuscript and brazenly asked Li Sheng, who was closest to her. Li Sheng was organizing to write materials and was also very busy.

After taking time to point out a few pages for Tong Zimei, Tong Zimei doesn't want to trouble him any more.

But after work, Tong Zimei sent a message to Tian Tian, saying that she would work overtime tonight and let her go to Jianjian school to pick up the child and go home.

Tian Tian's phone immediately came, the voice is not big, presumably has not left the office, "eyebrow aunt, need help?"

Tong Zimei rubbed some sour temples and said lazily, "I'm going to sort out the manuscripts for Mr. Liao. It seems that it's a little difficult. I guess I'll go back later. You can have dinner with Jane outside. Well, I'll finish it and go back early. " After admonishing Tian Tian, Tong Zimei starts to read the manuscript again.

When we get off work, we talk excitedly that we are off work and discuss the arrangement of the evening. Jiang Chen and song Ren finish sorting out the things on the table, and see Tong Zimei is still frowning, thinking while reading the manuscript and printing. Two people want to help, but after reading a page, they have no choice but to shake their heads.

"The level of Mr. Liao is comparable to that of a great calligrapher." After reading a few lines, Jiang Chen reluctantly beat the drum of retreat.

Before Zhou Ziqian left, he asked, "Xiaomei, what can I do for you?"

Tong Zimei shakes her head with a smile. Does she not look as big as the 25-year-old Zhou Ziqian? Tong Zimei is the only one in such a big office.

Tong Zimei is typing words on the computer while reading the manuscript. It's already past nine o'clock unconsciously.

There were still the last few pages left. Tong Zimei breathed and stretched out his aching waist. Look at your watch. It's almost ten o'clock in the evening.

"Come on, it'll be over soon." Tong Zimei can't take care of her hunger, so she is busy knocking on the computer again.

The light in the office is still on. Tong Zimei is flipping page by page in front of the computer desk. From time to time, she looks up at the already formed manuscripts on the computer. Sometimes she frowns slightly, says something in her mouth, and sometimes she suddenly realizes how to quickly tap on the keyboard This is what Liao saw when he returned to the office.

I don't know why, seeing this scene, Liao shawen didn't go in immediately; but Tong Zimei was too attentive to find that as soon as he looked up, he could see that there were still people standing at the gate of the office.Everyone knows that the president's special trip from the headquarters is not only for a new real estate project developed by shengshida company in S City, but more importantly, the overall urban planning of S City in the next few years includes the old city reconstruction project. As the largest real estate enterprise in S City, shengshida company naturally does its duty.

Because the president's stay in s city is no more than three days, the general direction of all the projects involved in the old city reconstruction should be determined within these three days, which is naturally not easy.

At 9 o'clock in the evening, people from other departments went to have supper. Liao shawen remembered that the manuscript he was going to use tomorrow was still in Tong Zimei's hands. Don't know how efficient Tong Zimei is, Liao shawen is still thinking on his way back to the office.

When Liao shawen saw that Tong Zimei was still sitting at his desk carefully reviewing the manuscript, he knew how much work he had arranged for Tong Zimei this time.

After a while, he still raised his foot into the office. In order to prevent Tong Zimei from being scared by his sudden speech, he first cleared his throat and coughed.

Hearing the sound, Tong Zimei raised her head from the manuscript. After seeing that it was him, she was a little surprised and quickly got up to say hello, "Mr. Liao, how did you come?"

"Oh, just after the meeting, come back and pick up something." Liao shawen put back what he wanted to say: "originally, he wanted to come back to get the manuscripts.".

"Oh." Tong Zimei apologized with a smile, "Mr. Liao, I'm sorry, the materials you explained are still being sorted out, but it's almost over."

Of course, Liao shawen knew that his handwriting was not easy to recognize. Moreover, in some places, he could not think of suitable Chinese words, so he expressed them all in English.

Looking at the assistant in front of him who has only studied in the University for two years, he suddenly felt that she was in a bit of a dilemma?

"Oh." Liao shawen came over naturally, picked up the manuscript on the desk and said faintly, "I'll sort out the rest by myself."

But when he picked it up and scanned a few pages, he immediately looked at the assistant with a clear look in front of him. He couldn't help nodding, "well, well, that's good."

"Mr. Liao, you've come just in time to return the last two pages. There are still some places in front of me that I don't particularly understand. Please help me to have a look." Tong purple eyebrow fiber pointed to the manuscript on a few "flower body" said.