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Chapter 7
Song Yuran felt that today was extremely unlucky. It was still a sunny day when she went out, but just after she got out of the subway station, it suddenly started to rain.
The terrible thing is that forgot to bring an umbrella today, so had to run all the way downstairs to the company.
"Yu Ran, what are you doing here, why don't you go in?" The colleague came over, stood on the steps of the company lobby, put away the umbrella while talking, and shook off the rain on it.
Song Yuran looked up at the sky, only a few minutes before and after, the sudden rainstorm came and stopped suddenly.
Nothing left but a little hydration in the ground.
Oh, and her clothes with countless light raindrops.
"I'm wondering..." She looked at the sun hidden in the dark clouds and said melancholy, "Is it going to be bad luck today?"
Thinking of the "pending" on the resignation application, she has one head and two big heads, but the backstage can't find the contact information of the colleague who handled the resignation yesterday, so she can only take the time to go upstairs again today to ask the reason.
As soon as she sat down at her workstation, she heard a colleague chatting next to her, and she heard several keywords that interested her: "competition" and "bonus".
The office chair slid smoothly on the tiles, Song Yuran joined their conversation, and asked curiously, "What are you talking about?"
"A design competition." A colleague said, "Isn't this a change of season? The company has to prepare new styles for summer and autumn. As long as the design draft is adopted by the company, you will get a very generous bonus and a week of paid vacation!"
"Wow." Song Yuran couldn't help opening her eyes wide, her heart fluttered for a moment, and she quickly said, "But that's also a matter of the design department, and has nothing to do with us."
"You've only been here for a short time, so it's normal if you don't know." The colleague explained: "Our company's internal design competition, regardless of any department or position, can participate. Just email the design draft to the person in charge."
"What is this called? Art comes from life. Maybe our non-professional ideas will make the boss's eyes shine?"
"Oh oh oh." Song Yuran echoed a few words, and quickly quit their chat. Although bonuses and paid vacations were very attractive, as a person who was about to resign, she didn't have the energy to participate.
I wanted to let the clothes dry naturally, but the wet shoulder in the hardest-hit area made her feel a little uncomfortable. Thinking that there was a dryer in the bathroom, Song Yuran planned to go to the bathroom to deal with it.
As soon as she stood up, she heard footsteps coming from the door, and she saw the manager at a glance. He turned slightly sideways and talked to the people beside him.
Seeing the person next to the manager, Song Yuran sat back subconsciously, lowering his head like an ostrich.
Rachel, oh no, why is Huo Qingzhi here!
Song Yuran was extremely shocked, but couldn't suppress the curiosity in her heart, so she straightened her body and looked in their direction.
People didn't see it, because they were about to walk in front of her. Song Yuran's station was close to the manager's office, and he met Huo Qingzhi's eyes with a slight glance.
The other party also saw her, and suddenly sneered with the corners of his mouth on that expressionless face.
Song Yuran was sure, that was definitely a sneer!Because Huo Qingzhi just glanced at her like a stranger, and walked past her desk with the manager without turning his eyes.
This attitude is completely different from before!
It's over, even though I don't know how I offended the protagonist, it's not a good omen.
Song Yuran was restless, and always felt a sense of oppression. She quickly fled the scene, and didn't feel her breathing became easier until she walked into the bathroom.
"Small scene, don't panic." Song Yuran comforted himself in the mirror, "When you resign, you can get out of the plot. Then the sky will fly high and the water will swim wide."
After doing a good job of mental preparation, I remembered the purpose of my coming here. Looking at the mobile phone dryer installed on the wall at half the height of a person, Song Yuran looked around to confirm that there was no one in the bathroom.Bring your shoulders under the hand dryer.
The warm wind blew past, and it was so comfortable that Song Yuran unconsciously squinted his eyes.
But at the same time, the noise in her ears prevented her from hearing the sounds around her, such as footsteps.
Suddenly there were more people in the gradually blurred vision, Song Yuran reflexively opened his eyes, and when he saw the person coming, he slammed his head on the hand dryer next to him.
Regardless of the headache, she stood up and subconsciously wanted to run, but she was grabbed by the collar just after taking half a step forward.
She heard Huo Qingzhi ask in a cold voice: "Everyone is a, why are you running?"
This unavoidable reaction made Huo Qingzhi wonder if he had entered the wrong bathroom.
Song Yuran wept silently in her heart, the same fate as a, some people are the protagonists, some people are cannon fodder, and there is no such thing, please stay away from me!I don't want to go to jail!!!
Seeing that she was struggling without hope, Song Yuran gave up running for a second. She turned around and saw the person in front of her again. Her mood was completely opposite from the last time, and her eyes were full of vigilance.
"Huo, Mr. Huo..."
"Oh?" Huo Qingzhi raised his eyebrows unconsciously on that glamorous face, and finally gained some warmth, "It seems that you know."
"But I don't know." Huo Qingzhi smiled coolly, "Lei Feng, no, I should call you Song Yuran, right?"
Huo Qingzhi hated being deceived the most, yesterday he specifically asked the personnel department if anyone named "Lei Feng" resigned, but he didn't expect that his name was not Lei Feng at all, heh.
"..." Song Yuran didn't know how to explain the stalk of "Lei Feng" to the other party, why there is no good person Lei Feng in this world!!
She bit the bullet and said, "I, I think I can explain the situation about the name, do you want to hear it?"
She was ready for the other party to say "don't listen, don't do it", but Huo Qingzhi played out of the routine again, and raised his jaw slightly to signal her to continue.
"This...it's like this..." Song Yuran racked his brains to find words, "There used to be a man in our village named Lei Feng, he was very warm-hearted and helpful, so...we would praise him when we met a warm-hearted personIt's a living Lei Feng."
"So, I really didn't mean to lie to you." She swore with three fingers up, "I swear by the functions of my future object!"
Huo Qingzhi frowned, as if weighing the authenticity of her words, at this moment there were approaching footsteps outside the door.
somebody is coming.
Song Yuran hurriedly found an excuse to leave the bathroom, and heaved a sigh of relief when she returned to her work station.
No, why did she act like she was afraid of being caught having an affair???
Song Yuran went back carefully to what she remembered in the original book. In the original book, Huo Qingzhi was a person who would take revenge, otherwise why the person who offended her in the end ended so badly.
When reading that novel at that time, Song Yuran only felt a refreshing feeling of upgrading the fluent writing, but now that he has entered the novel and is still the role of cannon fodder, he is not at all happy to face Huo Qingzhi again!
But... Song Yuran recalled the few times he had contact with Rachel. Although Rachel was hostile to her during the first meeting due to the sensitive period, the attitude of the other party later seemed not to have the feeling of Hell Shura in the original book.
Could it be that her arrival had a butterfly effect?
Before she could figure out why, the intercom phone on the desk rang, and she picked it up absent-mindedly.
"This is the general manager's office. I'm Mr. Huo's secretary. About your resignation application, come to the general manager now."
"???" After putting down the phone, Song Yuran was still in a dazed state, what?Huo Qingzhi looking for her?
But since it was a matter of resignation, Song Yuran had no choice but to go.
Before entering the general manager's office, what she imagined in her heart was the spacious, bright and high-end president's office in those idol dramas.
But when actually walked in, the first few rows of mobile shelves saw were filled with all kinds of clothes of different lengths, and thought should design samples.
And Huo Qingzhi was sitting at the desk in the center, looking down at the documents, with a pair of silver-gray silk-rimmed glasses on his tall nose.
Song Yuran once again lamented Huo Qingzhi's beauty, if it weren't for the beautiful and powerful protagonist in the book, she really wanted to get to know him better.
The secretary closed the door and left the two of them in the office. This sound also made Huo Qingzhi look up from the document.
Seeing that it was her, Huo Qingzhi put the documents in his hand aside, and took off the plain mirror on the bridge of his nose. The habitual movement of brushing his hair was unconsciously seductive.
"Sit." Huo Qingzhi had a businesslike attitude.
Song Yuran sat down opposite her. He was too nervous in the bathroom just now and didn't take a closer look. Now Huo Qingzhi is sitting on the office chair, behind him is a huge floor-to-ceiling glass, the sunlight after the rain refracts in, and the film on the glass is ingeniousBlock the scorching sun, leaving only bright natural light.
This made Huo Qingzhi's red lip glaze even more eye-catching, and today's lip-biting makeup added a sultry beauty to her whole body. She even believed that she was a model.
"I've read your resignation report." Huo Qingzhi took out the resignation report from the folder on the right, looked at Song Yuran's signature on it, and looked up at her again, "Why did you resign?"
"Uh..." Seeing Huo Qingzhi look at him like this, Song Yuran's mind suddenly went blank, and he couldn't think of any excuses that he had thought up for a long time.
"Because..." She put her hands on her lap cautiously, and she had a flash of inspiration: "Because I think there is no room for improvement if I continue to stay here."
Huo Qingzhi changed his posture, put one hand on the side of his face, and at the same time took a long breath, motioning for her to continue talking.
Why do you seem to be sighing?
Song Yuran didn't have the heart to think about other things, and continued to fool around, and used everything he could think of. In short, the company is not good, but I am incapable and want to be promoted. Why don't I resign and find a bowl to beg under the overpass.
In the end, she herself didn't know what she said.
Song Yuran said so much, but Huo Qingzhi didn't listen to her, just her evasive appearance was not enough to make Huo Qingzhi believe what she said.
The office was silent for several seconds, dead silent.
"You started in the morningโ" Huo Qingzhi said slowly, with the same calm attitude on his face, "To be precise, after knowing my identity, my attitude was very strange."
She paused, and said to the point: "Are you afraid of me?"