On that familiar and unfamiliar face, the facial features were delicate and small, the complexion was fair and soft, the corners of the lips were slightly pretty, and there was a layer of gentle maple leaf red.

The painter who cooperated was actually her...

In an instant, all kinds of emotions pressing against the bottom of my heart rushed towards my brain uncontrollably.

Roll, boil, and finally break through reason.

His gaze was fixed on her uncontrollably, and it was difficult to move away for a moment.

Zhimian saw the man sitting on the sofa in the office, facing the door, and saw each other with eyes facing each other, and a surprise flashed through Zhimian's eyes.

I haven't seen each other for a year.

Zhimian never thought of never seeing him again, but he didn't expect to meet again on such an occasion.

The man leaned on the sofa, his long legs were naturally open, and he was wearing a black pullover sweatshirt. He casually wore a jacket on the sofa with black hair and brows. He just sat there alone, and his sense of rebelliousness was as evident as before, and he was so arrogant that he was eye-catching.

The eyebrows and eyes make people familiar with each other, but they also feel a sense of alienation with strangeness.

Zhimian was just a little surprised and his expression quickly returned to calm.

She walked in, Director Gao stood up and shook hands with Zhimian: "Teacher Zhiqiu Yimi, my surname is Gao, and I am the director of the marketing department of Missia. I have long admired you."

"I dare not be a good person, hello, Director Gao."

Director Gao introduced the man next to her: "This is the spokesperson for this advertisement. The fire of the gyb team can also be called Mr. Duan."

Zhimian was slightly surprised, but he didn't expect it to be such a coincidence.

Duan Zhuo also stood up, Zhimian faced him, Luo Luo stretched out his hand generously, and curled his lips with a polite and distant range: "Hello, Zhiqiu at a glance."

Duan Zhuo has fantasized about reuniting with her countless times.

He thought she would avoid his gaze, which showed that she still cared about him at least a little.

However, at this moment, in Duan Zhuo's vision, the girl's eyes looked at him were as calm as a lake, without any waves, as if what happened before had been erased in her memory.

After a year, she became confident, mature and charming.

But he is no longer the little girl who once loved to hide in his arms and acts coquettishly.

Duan Zhuo's throat was astringent, and he reached out and held her hand, his tone was as polite as hers: "Duan Zhuo."

The man's big palm was warm and hot, and Zhimian quickly pulled his hand back, looking like he didn't want to have more than one second of physical contact with him.

"Teacher, please sit down."

Director Gao asked her to sit down, and she sat on the sofa next to Duan Zhuo.

The secretary came in and Director Gao asked Zhimian: "Teacher, do you want coffee or tea?"

"Coffee, thank you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Duan Zhuo said lightly: "Coffee is very bitter."

Zhimian was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then bent his lips: "It's okay, I like bitter coffee very much, it just makes me feel refreshed."

Zhimian used to dislike bitter coffee the most.

Once she drank his coffee while in Duan Zhuo's office, and after taking a sip, she refused to take a second sip. Later, he prepared sugar and milk bags in the office.

But now she also started drinking bitter coffee because she needed to stay up late at work, and gradually accepted it.

Duan Zhuo was speechless and only looked away.

Director Gao did not notice the strange atmosphere between the two.

After the secretary brought the coffee in, Director Gao looked at Duan Zhuo who had just been planning to leave and begged: "Mr. Duan, do you mind giving me another half an hour? I hope you can consider this cooperation case carefully and don't reject me first."

Duan Zhuo picked up the coffee on the table and leaned on the sofa:

"Don't worry, I have time, so I can talk slowly."

Director Gao:?

He was a little confused by Duan Zhuo's attitude of changing 180 degrees.

Duan Zhuo looked at Zhimian with black hair and red lips and said slowly: "My teacher Yimu Zhiqiu and I met him in the past, so it is considered to be intimate, right?"

How can the relationship between them be summarized in the three words "friendship".

But on a rainy night a year ago, the two of them said their goodbye formally, and they wanted to be strangers.

When Zhimian saw him mention it, she smiled indifferently and admitted without shyness: "I do have friendship."

Director Gao: "I didn't expect that it was such a coincidence. Since the two knew each other, the cooperation would be easier to discuss."

He talked about the specific content of the advertisement. Zhimian needed to understand Duan Zhuo's daily training life. Based on Duan Zhuo's image, he designed an animation about him, and the most important thing was to implant an advertisement for watches.

"Teacher Yimi Zhiqiu, do you think it's OK after listening?"

As she thought about it, Duan Zhuo's eyes fell over.

Zhimian suddenly realized that if she agreed to cooperate, she and Duan Zhuo might have met more than once.

She did not want to have any more connections with him.

But the feelings she had already let go of, and now she was standing in front of him equally, so there was no need for her to be distorted because of her personal relationship.

"I'm fine." She said.

"Where is Mr. Duan?"

Duan Zhuo was also calm: "I'm fine, either."

...

The three of them talked until noon, and after that, the three parties successfully signed the contract.

Director Gao glanced at his watch and smiled and said, "It's just the meal time. I'll treat you two to dinner?"

Director Gao warmly invited him, Duan Zhuo agreed, and Zhimian, who wanted to leave, declined: "No, I'll go first."

"The teacher will have a meal before leaving, and it is also considered to celebrate our successful cooperation."

Zhimian raised his eyes and suddenly met the previous gaze.

The man looked at her and pulled the corners of his lips to make a joke.

It seemed as if she was asking her, wouldn't she dare to have dinner with him?

dare.

What's there to be afraid of?

Zhimian lit a dimples on the corner of his mouth: "It's hard to refuse the kindness, so thank you Director Gao."

The three of them took the elevator to the downstairs of the building. When they walked out of the building, two cars parked at the door, one was the Bentley, which Zhimian was very familiar with, and the other was the Audi, which should be Director Gao.

Cheng Li, who was standing next to Bentley, opened the rear door and looked up at Zhimian, shocked.

Director Gao asked: "Teacher Zhiqiu, you don't have a car, right?"

Before Zhimian could speak, a familiar low voice fell on his head: "Get into my car."

Director Gao pointed to his car and said gentlemanly: "The teacher can also take my seat, it's fine."

Zhimian is located closer to Bentley.

She glanced at Bentley and then smiled at Director Gao: "I'll just go to Director Gao's car."

Director Gao nodded and looked at Duan Zhuo: "Okay, Mr. Duan, see you in the restaurant."

He took Zhimian to Audi, suddenly remembered something, and asked her in a low voice: "Oh, right, aren't you and Mr. Duan? You can still talk about the past when you take his car."

Zhimian's high heels were stomping on the ground, his steps were full of wind, and he smiled faintly:

"It's okay, actually, Mr. Duan and I are not very familiar with each other, so there is no need to reminisce about the past..."

The girl's smiling voice just drifted into Duan Zhuo's ears.
Chapter completed!