Liangchen stood in the corridor and stared in the direction of the studio for a long time, then turned around and went downstairs.
I don’t know if it was because I saw Jing Haohao during the day, but when I returned to the company at a good time, I felt a little absent-minded during the afternoon meeting.
The weather on this day was not good. The snow that fell a while ago has not completely melted. It looked dirty after being trampled by passers-by. Liangchen sat in the window seat of the conference room, lowered his head, and looked at the passers-by below.
The figure of Jing Haohao appeared in my mind involuntarily.
Then she sketched a portrait. When she was shopping alone, was she like those people, happily holding an ice cream and eating it tirelessly in the winter? Or was she like other people, who raised her head from time to time because it was very cold?
Rub your hands on your face?
Because the heater was turned on in the conference room, the temperature was a bit high. The moisture in the room condensed into water droplets when it touched the glass, gradually blocking Liangchen's sight. He couldn't help but raise his hand and touch it gently.
He touched the glass, and then without even noticing it, he slowly wrote two words "Okay" on the floor-to-ceiling glass.
Good...it's a good name for a girl.
Just like her, she is a good girl.
"Good President? Good President?"
Suddenly, a voice interrupted Liangchen's contemplation. He turned his head casually and said softly, "Huh?"
Then when he saw that everyone in the room was looking at him, he frowned and looked at the assistant sitting next to him.
The assistant immediately repeated the content of the meeting knowingly.
"Mr. Liang, it's like this. We have almost collected the land in the south of the city, but there is only one house in the middle, and we can't make a deal."
Liangchen said expressionlessly: "What is his request?"
"Demand twice as much compensation as others."
Liangchen frowned, thinking about the new project he planned to start. He was silent for a while and continued: "Give him twice the compensation and seize the land as soon as possible."
After receiving Liangchen's instructions, everyone moved on to the next meeting topic. Liangchen listened intently for a while, and his whole expression became erratic again. When he heard someone calling him, Liangchen subconsciously blurted out two words: "Okay.
."
People in the room looked at each other in confusion, feeling that there was something strange about today's big boss.
Liangchen's expression did not change at all, and he said calmly: "Let's stop the meeting here for now."
After a pause, he asked the assistant next to him: "What other plans do I have next?"
"There's a dinner party at eight-thirty in the evening."
"Well, let's leave at eight o'clock." After Liangchen said, he stood up and walked out of the conference room.
Back in the office, Liangchen sat on the sofa a little tiredly, raised his hand, and pinched his eyebrows.
What's wrong with him today? Thinking of that woman frequently?
Could it be because I went home today and met her?
Liangchen let out a slow breath, and suddenly remembered a sentence, which seemed to fit his mood at the moment: Seeing you makes me miss you.
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The dinner in the evening was cooked by someone from the Construction Committee, and we had a full Manchu-Han banquet.
After eating too much of these big fish and meat all day long, it was inevitable that his appetite would be a bit greasy. He didn't eat much on a good day and was in a bad mood, so he didn't say anything. When someone offered a toast, he didn't refuse, and he drank everything.
