Our Glamorous Time

In the early morning of winter, the sky shows a kind of gray and cold white, and the vast park in this dark white appears extremely silent.

The day after the initial victory, Li Chi Cheng was not much different. Less than seven o'clock, he arrived at the office as usual.

It's seven o'clock.

Sitting on the sofa, he looked down at his watch and then looked up at the cubicle outside the door.

Under the clear light, Lin Qiang's desk was neat and clean, and small fresh plants were resting on the corner of the table.

She hasn't come yet.

Li Zhicheng got up without delay, walked to the shelf, took off the industry magazine, and turned to a certain page. Then he walked back to the sofa and opened the magazine to the coffee table.

wait.

However, at eight o'clock, Lin Qian, who was almost at rest with him, had not yet come. Li Zhicheng looked up again, glanced at her seat, then lowered her head and continued to read the information.

It wasn't until nine o'clock that the bell rang for work that I heard the familiar and light one among the crowds of footsteps and walked into the compartment. A rustling noise made her take off her coat, sit down, and turn on the computer as usual. Then the phone on her desk rang.

"Hello, the president's office." Sweet, soft voice.

Li Zhicheng, who had been sitting on the sofa in the middle of the room, raised his head, and through the half-covered door, saw her profile, white and clear, and her lips crimson.

Li Zhicheng raised his brow silently, and continued to look down at the information.

Listening to the sound and looking at the color, the woman's cold is almost better.

——

Lin Qian hung up the phone, looked at several reports on the table waiting for Li Zhicheng's instructions, and remained silent for a few seconds.

She arrived intentionally late this morning. In fact, she woke up early, but she didn't want to come. Because I wanted to be with him as usual, and the two were alone for an hour or two, why was it a bit uncomfortable?

He was clearly a wolf, even the most brutal and powerful, but she regarded him as a sheep.

Ugh! It seems that he rushed in and scolded him with his face, what kind of mentality?

Of course Lin Qian wouldn't really scold it, even when she picked up the file and walked to his door to tap it, her professional smile naturally appeared on her face. However, at most she could smile at him so fakely, she didn't want to smile at him like before.

Humph. Who was Lin Qian when she was? Although he was right to do all this planning, how could she be involved? Is she a straight-headed ordinary character?

Thinking depressingly, another opposite thought slipped into my mind again—he said that he had played such a big and long game, and did not deliberately hide her talent from her. She was by his side every day, but she didn't see it at all. Isn't she really so different from his paragraphs? Go and go, what do you think?

From today onwards, it is necessary to fight the spirit of twelve points and face this...

Unfathomable man.

She pushed open the door, looked up at Li Zhicheng on the sofa.

Sunlight has emerged from behind the clouds, illuminating the orange warmth of the winter interior. He was still in a black suit with a straight and white shirt, sitting here. Put your hands on your knees lightly, with a touch of randomness in silence. Hearing the footsteps, he looked up at her, his dark eyes calm as water.

Lin Qian touched his eyes, and his heart shook uncontrollably. She immediately scolded herself in her heart: Shan Duan!

Look, look! His eyes and gestures were all black and black. How could she think of him as a quiet big cat in the past! Nima cat and the wolf are so far apart, how could she look away!

Although the heart seemed like a galloping horse, the smile on Lin Qian's face was more impeccable. He handed the information in his hand to him, and said: "Li, President, this is the report submitted by the technical department this morning. This is..."

Li Zhicheng reached out and took it. The two were as tacit as their usual partners. She simply said that he looked carefully, and at the same time gave a short answer or instructions, she wrote in her soft copy.

During the interval, Lin Qiang inadvertently raised his head, and saw that he looked down and looked very focused. Under two long black eyebrows, dark eyelashes, and a straight nose, Jun Lang Shen Yi looked like a painting.

An idea last night flashed through Lin Qian's mind-she really, never saw him clearly.

Soon, this routine work was finished. Lin Qian picked up the stack of materials and turned to leave, even with a hint of eagerness. Who knows a clear voice came from behind: "Wait."

Lin Qian stepped, turned and smiled at him: "Li, what's the matter?"

The man was looking down at another piece of information. Wen Yan patted the sofa beside him with his hands, without looking up, said: "Sit over."

Lin Qian shook again.

Sit... in the past?

The fiery, strong kiss that day flashed in my mind. The cold, inexplicable breath in the man's arms seemed to appear in her nose in an instant.

Seeing her hesitation, he slowly raised his head and looked at her clearly.

"In this authoritative magazine, there are last year's top ten luggage and single product evaluations." His finger lightly clicked on the magazine that has been on the desktop for a long time. "There is also a product from Simeky."

Lin Qian understood-this is to ask her to go past the staff!

She decided to pretend to be stupid.

The expression walked beside him comfortably, but when he sat down, he was subconsciously separated by a foot. Ignoring his burning eyes that stopped on her face, he picked up the magazine and looked at it with all his attention.

This is quite familiar. Because of this report, she has seen it elsewhere before. The authoritative magazine evaluated the ten most popular luggage items in 2013 from the five angles of "quality, appearance, cost performance, sales volume, and netizens' evaluation".

Seeing this report is actually quite shocking. Because the top one to three are all new Borui products. Later, there was Si Meiqi and others. Ada now promotes a bag under the Vinda brand, also in the eighth place. Only last year's sales were terrible.

I wonder if Vinda will make it to the top few at this time next year?

Thinking about it this way, Lin Qian habitually picked up the report and explained to Li Zhicheng what he knew: "Li, President, the first place is a casual bag from Xinbaorui. This bag is to my knowledge It has been launched for three years. The advantages are fashionable appearance, good quality and price. The second place is a professional outdoor bag of Xinbaorui. There are actually few domestic outdoor companies that do well, and the new Baorui is also sold. It's hot, but the price is too expensive..."

Halfway through, I suddenly reacted. What is she doing? Still thinking of him as the BOSS that the newborn calf is not afraid of? Since he has the ability to play Si Maqi on the palm of his hand, how can the basic information between these enterprises not be well known?

What did he call her to do?

Lin Qiang said absently in his mouth, glancing upward in the corner of his eyes. I saw him leaning leisurely on the sofa beside her, his long legs still slightly overlapping. One arm rested on the sofa arm behind her, and the other hand rested on the knee. And she didn't have to look up, she could feel his eyes, like the air everywhere, covering her.

Lin Qian's face immediately became hot.

This guy……

A thought flashed through his mind-he was a man with a clear purpose.

Thinking about it this way, Lin Qian's face was even hotter, and he hadtily put away the magazine in his hand, and wanted to hurry up: "Li, I know all that."

He remained silent for a few seconds.

"Your face is very red." A deep, cold voice was in her ear.

Lin Qian was also quiet for a moment, and then looked up and smiled at him: "Well, maybe it's not a good cold. Then I sit far away, don't spread it to you." After thinking of it, I thought of getting up and avoiding his detached arm bend.

Who knows that his body just moved, his shoulders were sinking, his hands were put up, and she was held down.

Lin Qian's heart jumped suddenly-it was really in his arms.

Gaze around. His handsome face was very close to her, and the hand was still firmly pressed against her shoulder, making her sit still. And her dark and light eyes reflected her little disturbed reflection.

No one said anything. The air in the room seemed to be as hot as the temperature of his fingertips, making her face uncomfortable. And he stared at her like that, tall and slender body wrapped her between the sofa and him.

Lin Qian's heart burst suddenly. A voice shouted in his head: Why is he like this? ! Is he chasing people like this? Silence is strong, is it determined that she will not flee?

Another voice laughed coldly: Lin Qian, are you sure he likes you? He hides no one so deep, you can't figure out his weight now. In the future, you will not be afraid to eat and walk around?

...

Lin Qian stabilized his mind and looked at him close by, and said: "Li, President, I think this time, Aida is really another village of willow flowers."

He looked at her, his eyes seeming deeper.

Lin Qian's heart jumped wildly, with a little suffocation, some inexplicable confusion, and the courage to break through. She went on to say: "Although we lost Mingsheng, but turned around, Si Meiqi's mid-range luggage market was suddenly bright and unobstructed. It seems that Tiandao rewards diligence, and God still helps Aida."

She said it calmly and quietly, and after looking at it, she looked directly at Li Zhicheng.

Li Zhicheng also looked at her, with no dark spots in her dark and beautiful eyes.

The two looked at each other quietly for a while.

Lin Qian suddenly felt a bit ridiculous. How clever he is, he must have understood these few words. Even if she guessed the truth yesterday, she never thought of picking him out. But somehow today, when he pressed his shoulder like this, she felt compelled to choose.

However, despite her entanglement, remorse, and impulse, she never thought of it, and Li Zhicheng pressed her eyebrows, but the first sentence answered:

"Angry?" he asked softly.

Lin Qian said nothing.

He gave her a deep look. Suddenly loosened her shoulders, her body also backed away, temporarily pulling away from her.

Lin Qian was relieved for a while, but his shoulders, which could be pressed by him, seemed to have an indescribable touch remaining. She didn't know what to say, just looked at him quietly.

His expression was faint, raising his hand to open a book in the upper left corner of the desktop. Lin Qing looked at the cover clearly, and his heart was shocked-it was the "Sun Tzu Art of War".

I saw him twitching with his long fingers, pulled a blank sheet of paper from inside, turned his head to look at her, and put it directly in front of her. Lin Qian's eyes glanced, wasn't that the paper on which the strategy of war was written? The strong handwriting is as usual: please enter the urn and borrow a knife to kill...

"I never took the initiative to hide it from you." He said slowly, "The situation is pressing."

Lin Qian still said nothing.

What is he doing...

Is this an active explanation to her?

A cunning man in a city mansion, so candid and selfless?

Humph……

Seeing that she was silent, Li Zhicheng was silent for a moment, squinting, moving smoothly and smoothly again opened the "Sun Tzu Art of War", took out a folded note from inside, and turned to look at her again.

"I will write three such things. This is the second one." He sandwiched the note between his long fingers and stared at her with a clear eye, "Look?"