"Isn't this a silent phone? I didn't see it." Mo Jingyao found a reason to make excuses, and then said to her, "Congratulations, you passed the interview."
"Jingyao, let me tell you! My experience today is so bizarre! You can write it in a novel with another hundred thousand words!"
"I actually joined the Ding Group's President's Office! And do you know who the president is? It's called Tingyun, he is your friend..."
"I know." Mo Jingyao saw the message she sent, interrupted her excited words lightly, and then subconsciously looked at the door of the wooden house.
She knew that Chen Yi was very taboo about Tingyun and did not want to cause unnecessary misunderstandings.
But Duan Sisi didn't know the relationship between them.
"Jingyao, what's wrong with you? It seems that you don't want to mention Mr. Ting?"
"no."
"Then let's meet in the old place tonight?" Duan Sisi suddenly became happy again, "Drink a drink to celebrate."
"Okay." Mo Jingyao did not refuse. She would be happy for her good friend to get out of her love and go out to work and start a new life.
"Jingyao, I have a doubt."
"you say."
"Ting doesn't always like you? Otherwise, why would he care about you so much?" Duan Sisi was gossiping, "Jingyao, tell me quickly, what's going on between you and him..."
Before Duan Sisi finished speaking, someone took the phone from behind, and her hand was empty in her ear.
"Give me your phone back!" Instinctive turned his eyes and cried, facing the man's dark and deep gaze. Duan Sisi was stunned, "General Tingting?" She was so scared that she stuttered again.
Mo Jingyao, who was far away on the top of the mountain, also heard her voice, her chest slightly shrank, and understood what was going on here, so Mo Jingyao quickly hung up the phone.
She pursed her lips and took a deep breath, her mood a little complicated.
At this time, Chen Yi's voice came from the cabin, "Jingyao, you can have a meal! There is your favorite cauliflower! It's fried pretty well."
"Here!" She walked towards him with a smile and mute her phone. Duan Sisi really didn't know why she was so curious!
Ding's Group.
There are almost no people here on a terrace outside the president's office.
Duan Sisi looked at the president with an awkward look on her face. She didn't know when he came. She felt that he should have been here for a while...
Her hand that wanted to take back her phone was still stretching, either shrinking or stretching, it was so embarrassing that it was as if it had been petrified.
Tingyun's face turned slightly cool, her thin lips were pursed into a straight line, and she stared at her coldly.
It's not a question of how angry it is, but it's certainly unhappy.
Duan Sisi was stared at by him as if she was stabbed with needles all over her body, and she was very uncomfortable.
I just feel that every second is as long as a century.
She held a heart, and gradually, her eyes were filled with embarrassment.
"Sorry... Mr. Ting." She bowed to him at 90 degrees, but actually didn't know what she had done wrong, but just apologized instinctively!
It would be fine if you don’t apologize. Tingyun felt very uncomfortable after apologizing.
His thick and strong eyebrows frowned slightly, and he put his phone back to her palm. Duan Sisi still didn't dare to move, looking at him like a petrified person, but she was secretly happy inside!
The next second, he turned around and left without saying a word, with sharp steps, long legs, slender and beautiful! It was more charming than Oppa in computer dramas.
Duan Sisi stared at the tall and tall back, as if his cold aura was still covering her, making her afraid to relax for a long time.
It turns out that not only the president's office is unsafe, but even the floor where the office is located is not safe.
Oh my god! He wouldn't have turned around and opened her, right?
At this time, a sound of footsteps came from her. She quickly turned around and saw Xiwen standing beside her.
"Are you ghosts?" Duan Sisi couldn't help but complain in a low voice.
Xiwen stood with her hands behind her back, looking at the president's departure, reminding her, "Gogging the president, that's a dead end."