Song Yuran took out her phone and saw that Huo Qingzhi had sent her a message half an hour ago.

Calculating the time, they should be in the lounge at that time.

The text sent by Huo Qingzhi is very short: put away your pheromones.

ha?Song Yuran was a little dazed, she just looked at Huo Qingzhi, not aware of her pheromone overflow.

She raised her head and looked in the rearview mirror with a guilty conscience. Xiao Wang was driving seriously, and just wanted to test it out. Then she thought, the secretaries present are all betas, so what is there to worry about?

Thinking of this, Director Song replied two words very confidently.

[Song Yuran]: No!

The other party quickly sent a string of ellipsis.

Song Yuran was grinning, and asked her how was the cup of sea salt latte in the afternoon.

Seeing the news, Huo Qingzhi just picked up the latte, paused, and then took a sip. The mellow milk mixed with coffee spread from the tip of his tongue.

She pursed her lips, and quickly replied with her hands.

Sitting in the boss chair and thinking for a while, he suddenly got up and walked out. When he passed the secretary's room, Secretary Yu asked, "Mr. Huo, where are you going? We have a meeting soon."

"The model room." After finishing speaking, he walked out without looking back.

The work in the model room is usually to make samples. After the customer approves the samples, they will be sent to the factory for assembly line production.

Compared with the factory workshop, the pattern maker, no matter the machine or the fineness, the handmade clothing will be more delicate. Some customized clothing will also be made by the sample room to make a mold, and then sent to the factory workshop for production. It has not yet reached the pattern.The point where the teacher made it himself.

"Master Zhou, are you busy?" There were several pattern makers in the sample room, among which Master Zhou was the oldest and one of the longest-serving employees in the company.Born as a tailor, with rich experience and high standards, he is now in charge of the model room.Because he seldom does it himself when he is old, he is usually responsible for checking the samples, and he can only submit the samples if he passes them.

"Oh, Mr. Huo." Master Zhou pushed his presbyopic glasses, holding a spring dress in his hand, and said, "I'm looking at samples. What's your order?"

"Make two suits, I'll register the size chart."

Master Zhou thought it was a pattern-making sample, so he handed her the size chart, and called his capable apprentice, intending to entrust him with the task.

"Master Zhou, I can rest assured that you can make the suit." Huo Qingzhi said, "According to my customization standards."

When Master Zhou heard this, he paused for a moment, then put the sample in his hand aside, and said, "Okay, please take care of me!"

The suit on Huo Qingzhi was made by Master Zhou. He knew Mr. Huo's standards very well, so he asked again: "What kind of color do you want? Can you choose the colors for the few sets I made for you before?"

"I'll pick."

Master Zhou then led her to the fabric room, and pulled out a few rolls of fabric for making suits. Huo Qingzhi carefully checked and chose two colors of fabric.

"Okay!" Master Zhou was full of energy, and put back the other unselected fabrics, and the old tailor praised himself habitually, "I think back then, the suits I made could sell for hundreds of suits!Now it costs thousands of dollars!"

"That's right." Huo Qingzhi smiled in agreement. People like to repeat the old things when they get old, and Mr. Huo is happy to cooperate.

Of course, the premise is that Master Zhou's craftsmanship in making suits is really good, with precise stitching and extremely comfortable wearing. This is a skill that many high-end custom suit shops outside can't match. This is also the capital of the old tailor's boast.

A few days later, Song Yuran received a courier.

When she received the courier call, Song Yuran was in the middle of a departmental meeting. She was dazed, her brain was spinning quickly, and she quickly replied, "I haven't bought anything. I haven't had a courier recently. Did you deliver it by mistake?"

"That's right." The courier brother checked it again and said, "Bee Financial Pintao Network Operations Department, the recipient is Song Yuran, and it's you."

New type of scam?The dog is alert.

She put down her pen, turned the office chair inward, and asked in a low voice, "Where did you send it from? What's the sender's name and what's the number?"

"I didn't write it. It's a courier in the same city, and the recipient just wrote 'qing'." The courier was a little impatient, "Do you want it? If you don't want it, I will contact you and return it."

"I want it! Where are you? I'll get it now!" Song Yuran stood up from the chair, and instantly received the gazes of everyone sitting there. She said "the meeting will be suspended first" and walked out quickly..

Director Song hurried out, and the original low pressure in the conference room also dissipated. A team leader suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back in his chair, and said in a slightly complaining tone: "Die, my plan was knocked back.Twice."

"That's not true." The other team leader said, "Our team was also beaten back. What's wrong with offering promotions? Everyone is greedy for petty gains. If you want to sell more, then lower the price."

A group of people were talking about it.

At this time, Director Song of the storm center swept to the lobby on the first floor like a tornado, and at a glance he saw the courier boy in uniform, holding a square box in his hand.

As soon as he walked in, the courier was about to ask if it was Song Yuran, but she directly said, "Where is the signature?"

This impatient look has nothing to do with the hesitation of worrying about being scammed on the phone.

The sender's name column on the courier list only wrote the word 'Qing'. Song Yu could still tell who the sender was from the familiar font. She didn't expect Huo Qingzhi to send her something, and she didn't listen to it.The other party mentioned it, and it was a surprise to receive it suddenly.

How happy she is is shown in her eyes that are so happy that she can't see the eyeballs.

The box is not light, but it is not small. She was so curious that she opened the box on the way.

When Director Song returned to the meeting room, the expression on his face was completely different from that before he left. Just from the corners of his mouth raised, it could be seen that something happy happened.

But no one dares to tease her. Director Song has been employed for almost half a month, and they have no interaction other than work, so it's obviously not something that can be teased.

"Since none of the plans are feasible, let's end today's meeting." Song Yuran glanced at the people present, and could feel that they were obviously relieved. She paused and said, "Let's go to have dinner together after work in the evening., I have already booked the hotel, and Xiao Wang will post the address to the department group in a while, so go back and pass it on to each other."

"Okay." The supervisor responded first, hesitated for a while, and said, "But Mr. Song, our department's funds were almost spent at the beginning of the month..."

"I will pay for this meal, and everyone will eat it openly." Song Yuran said with a smile: "As for the theme of this meal, I have been in the company for a while, and I still don't know the names of many colleagues. Let's take this opportunity to get to know each other better.The relationship between the team."

"Participation is not mandatory. If you have something to do after get off work at night, you can go back first."

As soon as this remark came out, the people below had obvious smiles, but it was the first time for the department boss to treat a guest to dinner, as long as he had eyesight, he would not miss it.

Treating me to dinner was not a whim for Song Yuran when she was happy to receive a gift. She probably finished reading the two books Chen Qiu gave her, and soon realized an important thing, she couldn't do it alone.

Since she joined the job, she has been busy with work every day, and the meetings are lifeless. She can't even name many people in the department. Although as a leader, she doesn't need to spend money on entertaining guests, but for the long-term development of the department, the money still needs to be paid.

Get acquainted with colleagues in the department, listen to other people's opinions, and make the team work together, which will be more beneficial to future work.

When got back to the office, there was still an open copy of "Sales Psychology" on the table, next to the express box just received.

As soon as she saw the box, the corners of Director Song's mouth rose uncontrollably. She opened the box and slowly took out the items inside.

They were two sets of suits, with separate dust bags on the outside. They seemed to have been washed and had a faint floral scent.

One is light-colored, the color is between light blue and sky blue, the comfortable color matching makes people's eyes shine, and the slim fit version reduces age without lack of temperament.

The other one is gray, but it is slightly different from gray. It is full of luster and feels very textured. It is more formal and suitable for attending various occasions.

Both of these shades look great on suits, but if you're the wrong size, they'll look very stretchy if you're too big or too small.

Song Yuran couldn't wait to try on a coat, it was not too big or too small, but it was just right!It fits better than any high-end suit she bought, and it is particularly temperamental. As an insider, it is easy to see that the choice of fabric is also excellent.

There was no brand logo stitched on the neckline. Song Yuran unconsciously touched the inner pocket of the suit, and found a slightly harder one, which seemed to be embroidery.

She opened it and saw that the embroidery was familiar to her. Jane Eyre's wooden dog series logo was small and cute.

But she remembered that Wood Dog did not produce a suit series.

She suddenly remembered that day when Huo Qingzhi smoothed the folds of her neckline when she was seeing her off, that seductive smile, and the phrase "Pay attention to your personal appearance" that day downstairs in Watson.

So... This is specially made for her by my sweetheart?

Song Yuran's face flushed slightly, and she put the suit back into the suitcase like a baby, ready to take it home after get off work, then walked back to the desk and sat down.

She took out a packing carton from the drawer, opened the carton and inside was a model toy wrapped in a plastic bag.

It is a q-version puppy toy figure that has suddenly become popular recently. It is mostly used for desktop decorations. It looks cute sitting on the ground and sticking out its tongue. With two small blush on the cheeks, it becomes a toy that adults like very much.

Because it was so popular, it was sold out.

She wasn't interested in these things at first, but she saw Huo Qingzhi posted a photo of this internet celebrity dog in Moments before, and happened to go to the company that produced internet celebrity dogs last time, so she had the cheek to buy one.

The person in charge was very straightforward, and gave her one, and specially made a small bib to tie around the dog's neck. It is no exaggeration to say that it is unique in the entire network.

It's just been in the drawer for a short time. She wanted to give it to Huo Qingzhi, but she didn't take the time. It took her almost half a month to fully adapt to the working rhythm here, and she won't be headless like she was at the beginning.Like a fly.

The phone rang twice and was picked up, Song Yuran unconsciously tightened his fingers, and quickly put the dog toy back into the box.

"The courier has been received." Song Yuran asked knowingly, "Did you send it to me?"

The other end acquiesced, she played with her hair boredly, and asked again: "How do you know my size?"

The size is easy to guess, but the measurements are too detailed, so detailed that she doubts whether Huo Qingzhi has measured it.

"I sneaked into your house to measure while you were sleeping, do you believe it?" Boss Huo was in a good mood and could still joke with her.

"Then why are you taking advantage of my sleep?" Song Yuran smiled and said, "I'll open the door for you, just walk in with a big swagger."

When the topic came to this point, she blinked and blurted out: "Tomorrow weekend, do you want to come and sit at my new place?"

There is no chance of withdrawing if you say it, Song Yuran chased after the victory: "I worked overtime last weekend, I can take a rest this weekend, if you want to cook at home, you also know that it is not easy to cook alone..."

In fact, to put it bluntly, just wanted to see Huo Qingzhi, but was too embarrassed to say it directly, because was afraid that she would have something to deal with. After all, the two of them were not together now, and she didn't know the other party's itinerary, so she could only invite her in circles.

"Tomorrow..." Song Yuran's heart ached when he heard the long ending. After a few seconds of suffering, he heard the follow-up: "I'm not free."

"Ah." Song Yuran frowned and asked, "What about the day after tomorrow?"

"I'm not free either." Mr. Huo said, "Why don't you make an appointment, the queue is full recently, and I'm free on the weekend of next month."

Hearing that he had to wait for next month, Song Yuran was suddenly discouraged. He looked very decadent and said in a daze, "Then... well... when is next month?"

The other end was silent for two seconds, then burst out laughing, "You can believe that too."

Song Yuran, who was truly heartbroken for two seconds, was about to die of grievances, and complained, "Why are you bullying me?"

"What do you think it's—what?"

This intentionally elongated ending sound made Song Yuran uncontrollable.

My mind was racing to 200 miles, and I heard the other side of the phone say: "Come pick me up at 11 o'clock tomorrow morning, I won't wait when it's overdue."

Someone from Song immediately set the flag: "Tomorrow, I will definitely show up at your door on time!"