Li Xiang felt warm in his heart after receiving the gift.
He followed his secretary's advice and put it on immediately when he returned to the office.
He looked at himself wearing a tie in the mirror with a somewhat proud smile, and from time to time he praised Zhang Ling for her good taste and said that the color of the tie matched him very well.
He also fantasized about role-playing, standing in front of the grooming mirror and playing two roles.
Zhang Ling: I have chosen this tie for you for a long time. Do you like it?
Li Xiang: I like it!
Zhang Ling: (pretending to be angry) Your reaction is so bland.
Li Xiang: (smiling with full emotion) I like it, I really like it!
At this point in the performance, he felt that the context was wrong.
So, he tried several more contexts but felt there was something wrong.
What went wrong?
He fell into a brief thought...
The office door made a muffled sound.
Li Xiang's thoughts were interrupted and he turned his head to look over. Chen Jian rushed in with an unhappy look on his face.
He didn't care why Chen Jian was unhappy, and continued to admire himself in the mirror and said:,
"You don't recuperate in the hospital, and you always run away. Alas, I think your injury may not be cured for a while."
Looking at Chen Jian's posture, he looked like he was here to ask questions. Maybe the two of them would have a friendly exercise in the office to relax each other's muscles.
Unexpectedly, Chen Jian was standing next to Li Xiang, looking at Li Xiang in the mirror and saying with a somewhat appreciative smile:
"Hey, this tie is quite beautiful!"
"You think so too?" The happiness in Li Xiang's smile became even stronger.
Chen Jian nodded and said:
"Well, that's right! It makes me feel itchy, and I want to buy a pair of the same style for myself."
"Then buy it! No one can stop our Mr. Chen from being free and happy." Li wanted to say.
Chen Jian said:
"Who gave it to me? Can you tell me where I bought it?"
Li Xiang was a little shocked when he heard Chen Jian's answer.
Because in the past, if he used words such as "chic and happy" on Chen Jian.
This guy must be furious and argue with him.
"You're wrong!" Li Xiang looked sideways at Chen Jian and questioned.
Chen Jian pretended to be calm and said:
"I'm still the same me as usual, what's wrong?"
Li Xiang took two steps sideways, looked carefully from top to bottom for a while and said:
"Nothing is right."
"Oh?!" Chen Jian thought he had disguised himself well.
I didn't expect that Li Xiang would see something.
Li Xiang continued:
"First of all, your sudden return is by no means an accident. You must have received some news before you came back. Secondly, with your ability as Chen Jian, you don't know where I can buy my chest tie? You don't even bother asking me for my address.
.Finally..."
Li wanted to stop talking at this point.
He turned around and walked to the rest area of the office, sitting on the sofa with a calm expression and sipping tea.
Chen Jian then sat aside, unable to wait for Li Xiang's last message, and eagerly snatched the tea cup from Li Xiang's hand and asked:
"What's the last thing? You should tell me quickly!"
Li Xiang's hand that originally held the tea cup reached out to Chen Jian's forehead, touched it and said:
"It's weird, you don't have a fever! It makes no sense that you don't know what I'm going to say next. Hmm... It seems that this Yan Yuan has really damaged your brain."
Chen Jian impatiently pushed Li Xiang's hand away from his forehead and said:
"Screw you. Forget it, if you don't want to tell me, I don't want to know now."
There are some things that should never be said explicitly between brothers.
Because the content of some words may touch the other party's bottom line, and speaking out will cause cracks in the brotherhood between them.
Chen Jian guessed that he had deliberately refused to cooperate, and the purpose of causing the snail noodle incident had been known by Li Xiang.
I would like to ask, which man can tolerate his brother sparing no effort to beat the mandarin ducks?
Even if he knows that his brother does not covet the person he loves, he still cannot bear to have his brother do this.
Only the feet know whether the shoes fit, and only the person involved knows whether the lover is suitable for each other.
Therefore, Chen Jian's behavior, which Li Xiang did not express clearly, gave them an opportunity to maintain their brotherhood.
If Chen Jian wasn't a brainless person, he would naturally understand Li Xiang's painstaking efforts.
Li Xiang smiled in relief, it seemed that Chen Jian understood his intention.
He conveniently placed the tea cup that Chen Jian had taken on the coffee table in front of him. At the same time, he took out an empty tea cup, poured two cups of tea into it, took one for himself, and motioned to Chen Jian with a smile:
"Would you like to have a drink together?"
This is obviously a way of letting go of grudges by looking at each other with a smile.
Chen Jian also picked up the tea cup, touched it lightly like a drinking ceremony, and drank the tea in the cup with a smile.
After drinking tea, the two of them were speechless and sat quietly for a while.
Chen Jian was the first to speak: "I heard that Zhang Ling gave your tie to you?"
"Haha, why don't you pretend not to know now?" Li Xiang said in a somewhat teasing tone.
Chen Jian's face turned slightly red and he continued:
"I told you the meaning of a woman giving a man a tie. Since you have accepted Zhang Ling's gift, buddy, you must give a gift in return. Otherwise, it will be too unmanly."
Li Xiang listened to Chen Jian and was very moved by the tone of his words.
I couldn't help but feel a little jealous again that Zhen Lixiang could have such a good buddy.
Li Xiang hesitated slightly and said:
"Oh, I know! It's just..."
His first thought was to hold flowers in hand and deliver them in person, just like in the movies.
Chen Jian once said that when a man gives a gift to the woman he loves for the first time, he should never give flowers.
He ignored Chen Jian's point of view.
Not long ago, I just sent it away on the pretext of making amends for my grandma.
After sending it off, he deeply regretted it when he saw Zhang Ling's reaction.
It makes sense to realize that Chen Jian is a pseudo-emotional expert.
Because many girls are highly sensitive and have social anxiety, giving them such big and shiny things will only make them feel very stressed in front of everyone.
At that time, Li Xiang felt inexplicably uncomfortable when he saw Zhang Ling who was under pressure.
Chen Jian continued naturally:
“I just don’t know what to give?”
"Yeah!" Li Xiang nodded slightly, "Do you have any better suggestions?"
This time he felt that Chen Jian must have really come up with the idea.
Chen Jian looked at the empty teacup in front of him and gestured with a bit of pride:
"Is this how you ask for help?"
Listening to Chen Jian's words, Li Xiang felt angry in his heart.
This kid actually took it easy.
However, he had the failure experience of sending flowers last time, and now he is really at a loss to give gifts.
I could only suppress the anger in my heart, force myself to put on a professional smile and say:
"Okay! You are right, when asking for help, you have to look like you are asking for help."
As he spoke, he personally filled the cup in front of Chen Jian with teacup, held it in both hands and delivered it to him and continued:
"Brother, if you have any good ideas, just tell me."
Chen Jian took the tea cup from Li Xiang's hand, drank it in one gulp with great enjoyment, then smashed his mouth and said:
"Well, it turns out that tea tastes really good when you drink it like this."
Li Xiang continued to say calmly:
"Brother, the tea has been drunk, you should be able to talk now."
Chen Jian did not answer Li Xiang's words first, but looked at him with some admiration and said:
"Well, this is the gap between you and me. To be honest, I used to have a lot of objections to you sitting at the top of our company. I always felt that if I took that position, I would definitely be able to do a better job than you, Li Xiang.
"
Because of Chen Jian's words, Li Xiang's suppressed anger suddenly disappeared.
He said with some curiosity:
"I really don't know what you're talking about."
"Today I finally realized that I was wrong." Chen Jian then pointed to Li Xiang's desk, "That position is the most suitable for a calm and calm person like you to sit. If an impulsive person like me sits in it.
Sooner or later our industry will be completely destroyed."
"Why did you suddenly say these today?" Li Xiang asked doubtfully.
Chen Jian looked back at the desk and said to Li:
"It's okay, I just wanted to express my feelings suddenly today."
"Oh." Li Xiang didn't believe it, but he knew that if Chen Jian didn't want to say it, it would be useless for him to ask.
Chen Jianlue leaned over and poured tea for himself while murmuring:
"Getting back to the subject, let me tell you that giving gifts to women is very particular. Remember the three major principles: give gifts that are not expensive, small in size, and not "crossing the line"..."
After listening to Chen Jian's suggestion, Li Xiang suddenly realized that his behavior of sending flowers was a bit over the line.
Before Shanliu left the company, he asked him to take the gift he had prepared to Zhang Ling.
Yuzhong, the end.
The general manager of the group was afraid that Zhang Ling would not go to the lunch appointment with Mr. Mi.
I deliberately sat in Zhang Ling's office in advance and waited.
Zhang Ling, who was working, said helplessly:
"General Manager, with you sitting here like this, I really can't concentrate on my work."
"You can completely treat me like nothing. It's okay. You can continue to do your work." The general manager of the group picked up a magazine and read it.
Zhang Ling knew in her heart that this behavior was to prevent her from escaping early.
She really wanted to find a high-sounding reason to sneak away just for work.
For example, I went to the workshop to accompany technicians to solve technical problems.
However, now it seems that these ideas of hers have become fantasy.
He raised his wrist and glanced at the time on his watch. There was still half an hour until noon.
She no longer had any intention to deal with the documents at hand.
"It's almost time. General manager, then I'll go to the hotel I made an appointment with Mr. Mi first."
While she was talking, she stood up, cleaned up her desk briefly, and walked out with her bag.
The general manager of the group was a bit like a personal bodyguard. He immediately stood up to greet him and said with a smile:
"It just so happens that I have to go and do some errands around the hotel. Come on, I'll give you a ride."
She now seriously doubted that the general manager in front of her was not her.
After all, this is a large international group, so there is no need for the dignified general manager to be so idle.
However, it was not easy for her to refute the other person's face in person.
She could only answer with a stiff smile:
"All right!"
The general manager of the group saw her meeting with Mr. Mi and then left on the pretext of having something to do.
Before leaving, he did not forget to remind her threateningly in her ear that if Mr. Mi in front of her was offended by her, then he would definitely reject her position as vice president against all opinions.
Against all odds?
In Zhang Ling's opinion, this was definitely the funniest joke she had ever heard in her life.
I'm afraid most of the people in the group are hoping that she will give up her position as vice president as soon as possible.
Even the general manager of the group in front of her is the leading representative who is looking forward to her giving up.
That's why he made the decision and behavior of treating women as playthings just like those powerful men in ancient times.
The disgusting voice sounded in her ears again:
"Vice President Zhang, please follow me this way."
"Oh, Mr. Mi, please go first." Zhang Ling said politely with a professional smile.
She found that this floor of the hotel seemed to be reserved by Mr. Mi.
Logically speaking, there should be guests dining at this time, but she couldn't see any other guests besides them.
"I heard that Vice President Zhang likes to sit by the window when eating. So I specially chose this location where I can see Moon Lake. As for the food..."
Mr. Mi seemed to be a bit of a gentleman at this time, and he didn't look like he couldn't hold back his saliva when they met for the first time in the morning.
She didn't listen carefully to what he said.
Looking around, from the arrangement of dining table furniture and the choice of background music and piano music to the smallest tableware, food and drink selection, one feels that this man is so meticulous and considerate.
She was basically sure that Mr. Mi really prepared this lunch with great care.
When Mr. Mi poured her a glass of strawberry juice like a gentleman, he handed it to her with both hands and said softly:
"Here, the strawberries they have here are from..."
Zhang Ling suddenly interrupted Mr. Mi's explanation, put strawberry juice on the table in front of her, and said to him at the same time:
"Mr. Mi, you have made it clear just now that there are no titles like president or vice president here. It is just a casual meal between friends. But you always take care of me like this, making it impossible for me to eat properly."
Mr. Mi’s smile was stiff, he paused for a moment, then the corner of his mouth twitched and said:
"Yes, you are right. I didn't think carefully."
Zhang Ling looked at Mr. Mi and turned back to sit in her seat with some sadness.
Suddenly, I felt like I had spoken in a harsh tone just now?
Then she had the idea of saving something.
After all, the words of the general manager of the group before leaving are still echoing in my ears.
"That Mr. Mi..."
Before her words of rescue could be fully uttered, Mr. Mi said with a sad look on his face:
"Zhang Ling, do you know?"
"Ah, what?" Zhang Ling was curious.
"People who know me say that my brain has been kissed by God, so I have an extraordinary IQ; but they never say that my appearance has been kissed by the devil, so I am always attracted by countless people of the opposite sex with this face.
dislike."
Zhang Ling's mood had been infected by Mr. Mi's sad atmosphere, and she wanted to comfort her with a slightly sad tone, but he only said the word "Mr. Mi" and suddenly couldn't continue.
Mr. Mi continued:
"I know! When we first met this morning, I already noticed your dislike. To be honest, I don't blame you."
"I'm sorry!" Zhang Ling said almost subconsciously.
She truly realizes that it is wrong to judge people by their appearance.
Mr. Mi continued:
"It's okay. It's because I like you. No, it should be that I fell in love with you at that time."
"Ah!" Zhang Ling was surprised.
Mr. Mi did not give Zhang Ling a chance to refuse and continued:
"Zhang Ling, I wonder if you believe in love at first sight? To be honest, I never believed it before I met you. But when I saw your unique temperament, I believed that there is such a thing as love at first sight."
When Zhang Ling heard this, she had given up resisting Mr. Mi's expression, and instead felt a little pleasure listening to these words.
After all, everyone has selfishly fantasized about being liked by everyone in the world.
In this way, you can have more love.
Mr. Mi continued:
"I'm sorry, maybe I was too abrupt this morning. I rashly asked you to have lunch with me. I know you are extremely reluctant to come here."
She was indeed disgusted with being invited by Mr. Mi at first, but now listening to Mr. Mi's sad words, she felt a continuous feeling of guilt in her heart.
"But just because I fell in love with you at first sight, I did this despicable behavior against your will. I...I'm sorry, I just want to have a simple meal with the person I love."
