Encounter

Zong He looked back at the excellent qualities he had written: "beautiful", "gentle", "highly

educated" and "elegant". Seriously, it's not like what women in their industry would look like. After careful consideration, and in order to avoid extravagant branches, it is still up to the

arrangement of God!

Putting down the tablet, an old idol drama is playing in the TV series on the side, and the voice of a man and a woman arguing comes:

"Damn, why are you so purple....

"I just saved you!"

hero and heroine meet for first time. T he plot is very cliché: the heroine accidentally falls into the pool, the hero just happened to pa ss by and rescued her from artificial respiration, and the heroine misunderstood him without

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bloodly episode where the hero and heroine meets for the first time. The plot is very cliché: the heroine accidentally falls into the pool, the hero just happened to pa ss by and rescued her from artificial respiration, and the heroine misunderstood him without any novelty after waking up....

Zong He looked at this vulgar episode, tried to bring himself into it, and couldn't help shivering.

If he lets himself choose, he feels that the most romantic encounter is the hero saving th e beauty: the beauty feels hopeless when she encounters difficulties, and she stands up at th

e critical moment to save the world by the way.

With the expectation of the goddess, Zonghe fell asleep very late.

The next morning, Zong Heyi opened his eyes and found that he was nearly 40 minutes !

ater than usual. I don't know if there was a problem with the alarm clock or if he slept too har d. Realizing that he was going to be late, he almost jumped out of bed.

After washing up within 2 minutes, I ran downstairs and took a taxi.

He took advantage of the gap to check his mobile phone, and clearly set several alarm cl ocks, how could he not hear any of them? Besides, he had already given up the habit of sleep

ing late, and I don't know why he woke up so late today.

Zong He walked downstairs with long legs, his collar moved with the wind, and his eyes were fixed on the watch on his wrist.

As long as you check in upstairs within 3 minutes, you can escape the disaster.

When I think of Lao Huang's yin and yang anger towards latecomers, especially every tim e he has a meeting, he talks about being late for half an hour, especially the famous saying 'T

he number of times a person is late depends on his attitude towards work. Back then, in orde r to catch up with the project, I spent half a month on the ground floor in the company... Zon

g He felt extremely overwhelmed.

Just as an elevator came down, he strode in, stretched out his hand and pressed the clo

se button several times.

hurry up... hurry up...

The more anxious he was, the more he felt stuck. He felt that the elevator door was espe cially slow today, and he could not wait to pull the elevator door closed with his hands.

However, just as the door was two-thirds closed, a white hand stretched in, and the eleva

tor was sensed to reopen. Zong He only felt his heart sink: It's over, I'll definitely be late! With fair fingers, slender wrists, and elegant white cuffs, a young lady entered. With light makeup on her eyebrows and delicate skin, she was slightly taken aback when

she saw Zong He's anxious expression, and nodded politely at him.

Zong He noticed that her eyes stayed on his head, and the moment she turned around, he quickly touched the top of his head.

Because I was in a hurry to go out today, I didn't even comb my hair. There was a bunch of hair that stood straight up. Zong He's face was a little red.

The beautiful woman in front of her now turned her back to him, wearing an off-white coat, her tight waistline and straight back set off a touch of luxury.

gas.

The black and soft hair is scattered on the shoulders, revealing a part of the slender neck, which has a special temperament, giving people the feeling of being a bit like a woman.

Star Poetry.

Zong He has been working here for so long and has never seen her before, thinking about what he wrote yesterday.

Could it be that this is the goddess created by yourself?

Zong He was inexplicably nervous, and it was completely different from the expected encounter. Not to mention that there was no romantic plot, his image at this time was even more appropriate.

The elevator door closed, the beauty closed her lips tightly, raised her neck slightly, and kept her eyes on the number of floors rising. Both went to the 15th floor.

——On the 15th floor, there is only Zonghe and their company.

Look at the black square bag in her hand. It seems that I have seen it in a luxury advertisement. This dress is not cheap at first glance. It must not be a job seeker for an interview, but a... customer?

Zong He has been guessing her identity and purpose.

The elevator stopped on the 15th floor, and the two walked out at the same time. When they saw that there was only one company on the entire floor, the beauty finally realized that she was an employee here.

"Excuse me.…....

Her voice was soft and polite.

Zong He looked back at her, "What?"

Her face is really beautiful... Although there is no heavy makeup on her face, it is full of d

elicate and fresh.

The beauty asked Zong He, "Excuse me, which office is your manager Huang in?"

It turned out to be looking for Lao Huang. Zong He tried his best to be polite and reached

out to help her open the glass door of the company, "Come with me." Lao Huang was the first to arrive at the company on weekdays. He often sat in the office

and waited with a serious face. He especially liked to catch late colleagues to talk. The stran

ge thing is that he is not here today.

Zong He knocked on the door and there was no response. When he opened it, he found t

hat the office was empty.

Zong He thought he went to the bathroom, poured a glass of water for the beauty, and a

sked her to wait in the reception room for a while. It was embarrassing to wait for more than ten minutes, but no one came back.

I asked a colleague to find out that Lao Huang really hasn't arrived at the company yet. Z ong He has been here for so many years. The first time he saw him late, he was also puzzled. After a long time to answer, Zong He pressed his voice and asked, "Where are you a ger Huang? Someone is looking for you."

The old Huang on the other end was noisy, and he was obviously surprised when he rece ived a call from Zong He. He shouted.". Look for me? Oh. I forgot!"

I just heard him whirring to a quiet place, "Hello? Zonghe."

Zong He covered the microphone with one hand: "I'm listening."

Manager Huang's tone became cautious: "Is Miss Ji here? I have something to do tempo rarily, and I can't go back at this time. Please help me receive it... No matter what you do, try y our best to cooperate."

*Cooperate with everything?" This is not like what Lao Huang said.

"Yes, this is our important customer. There was a loud chainsaw sound from Lao Huan g, and he hurriedly hung up the phone.

Zong He remembered that the branch was being renovated recently, and Lao Huang esti mated that he went to check the progress early in the morning. He has always advocated "no t used to customers, and this was the first time he showed such a humble attitude.

Zong He returned to the reception room. Miss Ji was holding the water and looking up at

the photos on the wall. When she heard the door open, she turned and turned her head. The b

right light of the office made the bridge of her nose even taller.

Zong He was a little embarrassed to look at her: "You are... Miss Ji, right?"

"Just call me Ji Ting." She reached out her hand politely, with a smile on her face, it could be seen that she was a well-mannered lady.

Zong He shook her hand lightly, trying to relax himself as much as possible, not knowing if his palms were sweating, "Manager Huang went out to work temporarily... If you have anyth ing, you can tell me first, I am the supervisor."

"You are the supervisor?" The beautiful woman in front of her eyes widened slightly, her e yes fixed on Zong He's face, "Manager Huang often mentions you, but I didn't expect you to be so young."

Zong He smiled embarrassedly, listening to the tone, she and Manager Huang were quite

familiar. I don't know how Lao Huang described himself outside on weekdays.

Ji Ting sat back on the sofa, put the water glass to one side, and took out a printed docu

ment from the small black bag and spread it out.

"That's right, I discussed with Manager Huang a while ago that I want to make a r i-program, and I already have a general idea. The specific implementation still needs of your professionals..."