Xiao Wu has been at the position of the leader of the financial section. If he can't see this twists and turns in the workplace for so many years.

He felt like a little daisy blooming alone in the cold, elegant and embarrassing.

Thinking about it, Xiao Wu smiled awkwardly and moved out in small steps: "You talk, you talk."

There were still those who were blindly looking forward.

Song Mao picked up the innocent abandoned tie and clothes and patted them carefully, and mentioned in front of him: "Boss, why don't I send them to dry cleaning first?"

Xie Xing's eyes floated towards Pei Zhi as if they were not. He felt that her unconscious and vicious tongue just now looked a bit like before.

He had no time to take care of it and was impatient: "What are you washing, throw it away."

"Ah? No, this didn't get dirty."

Xie Xing glanced at Song Mao with a sharp look: "Didn't you hear Teacher Pei say it's ugly? What else do you want it to do?"

"Oh...that, that collar."

Song Mao spread his hands and a luster with a gleaming glow appeared in his palm.

"Don't lose it." He said with no expression on his face with patience.

Song Mao was still about to speak, but when he raised his eyes, he saw the boss's expression, he immediately fell silent, and the collar and the person he had taken away from his eyes the next second.

Finally, they were the only two left.

The topic just now was difficult to continue because it was disturbed continuously, so he had to start a new topic: "I didn't expect that you were here today."

"Yeah." Pei Zhi looked at the photos one by one, too lazy to look at them: "I didn't expect this to be the club you are investing in. What else can you say about hiding your identity?"

During the few seconds when Xie Xing hesitated, Pei Zhi stabbed her in the heart: "I'm going to avoid it."

It seems that I didn’t apply my personal feelings when I was working just now. As soon as the work ended, I could say whatever I said.

Xie Xing closed his five fingers and laughed at himself: "Actually, after I went back that day, I thought about what you said."

"Which sentence?"

"You said that the past has passed, and we will have a new life."

Judging from his proficiency, he probably thought about it countless times in his mind. Pei Zhiluo's eyes paused on the photo, and he recalled the words she said when she was separated last time.

But most of it comes from sincerity.

She lived a free and comfortable life in Zambia for two years, at least she didn't have to worry about being deprived of freedom when she woke up. On the other hand, Xie Xing also joined the club and did what she wanted to do, and she didn't even missed the time she drank and went to the bar in her spare time.

If you leave each other, you can live a good life.

She nodded in agreement: "Just think it through."

"I figured it out, but you didn't."

“…”

Pei Zhi didn't know where he summarized the fallacies, and she smiled angryly: "Why don't I?"

He lowered his head, his eyes full of confidence, and his breath pressed down slightly: "Since you don't care about the past, when will you release me from the blacklist?"

It's actually for this?

After thinking for two seconds, Pei Zhi felt relieved, and it was indeed for this.

She simply put the camera aside, supported the edge of the table with her hands back, and looked up at him without fear: "Mr. Xie. This time there was a reason. If it weren't for business, I wouldn't have been here at all. Okay, now that the business is over, we will still return to the bridge and road in private. Do you think it is necessary to leave a contact information?"

"No?"

“Is there any?”

The two of them went back and forth like playing Tai Chi.

Xie Xing didn't know what he thought of, and his tone was confident: "There will be."

Since you say you don’t care, you have to be indifferent.

Pei Zhi was too lazy to fight with Xie Xing, so after packing up the equipment, she asked Xiao Wu to go back to the magazine.

She left the person behind, and as soon as she walked out of the base gate, a bright red Audi rushed in front of her.

The car window slid down, and Jiang Ruizhi hurriedly pushed away her sunglasses and looked over: "Are you okay?"

"Me?" Pei Zhi smiled, "What can I do?"

"Fuck. The same name and surname are not the ones Xie Xing?"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Ruizhi glanced at the familiar silver-gray coupe and cursed again: "I knew it was this bastard."

Pei Zhi threw the bag into the carriage and comforted her: "Okay, please stop being angry. The bastard has finished filming, I'm really fine."

Jiang Ruizhi felt guilty and took advantage of Xiao Wu's car before he got in the car and quickly apologized: "I really didn't know that I was filming him before. If I knew, how could I call you--No, don't say I'll look for you. I don't feel sorry for this issue of the magazine!"

"No need. He was right. It was over. If you mind that way, I wouldn't be able to get out."

Pei Zhi accidentally said something, and Jiang Ruizhi exploded clearly: "His he still talk to you?!"

Not only did he say enough, he also touched his tie and asked someone to wear loose clothes and untied them.

Pei Zhi put this in her heart and patted the driver's back: "You should be like me, don't be so excited. Just treat him as--"

"Be a crooked tree." She used the jokes she made the conclusion.

Xiao Wu followed behind and got into the car. When he saw that the editor-in-chief was smiling brighter, he was drunk by Jiang Ruizhi without saying a word: "Shut up, I'm in a bad mood."

“…”

The car's steering wheel was full for a while, and Jiang Ruizhi turned around and left.

As soon as my toes were on the accelerator, another person came out of the base door.

The shirt cuffs are casually rolled on the elbows, and two buttons are unbuttoned between the throat. You can see the collarbone upwards. The wrist is placed downwards with a mirror blue light. The trousers are intimate and fit, outlining the slender legs.

Before closing the car window, Jiang Ruizhi couldn't help but free her hand and put her middle finger on her face, cursing: "Single and scum."

Xiao Wu suddenly understood something, glanced at Jiang Ruizhi on the left and Pei Zhi on the right.

In the end, thousands of words were swallowed into his stomach.

***

Back at the magazine, Pei Zhi habitually occupied Jiang Ruizhi's office and inserted the data cable to start guiding the photos.

Jiang Ruizhi tried to speak a few times but stopped, and took a sip of tea and finally couldn't help it: "Otherwise, you go back and rest first? I'll ask someone else to repair the photos?"

"As for it?" Pei Zhi didn't care much about it and curled the corner of her lower lip. "I have taken photos, and I can't eat it after repairing a few photos. Besides, do I know about others? I can just collect one frame wherever I put it, and I can do it even with my eyes closed."

“——You just think I exercise my immunity.”

When the two of them remained silent, only the clear clicks of the mouse spread one after another.

What she was practicing on her hand was a frontal photo, she was so young, but she couldn't hide her contempt in her slightly closed eyes. She glanced lightly towards the camera, her eyes seemed cold and arrogant.

After pausing his finger on the mouse, Pei Zhi thought of something and suddenly turned her head to look at Jiang Ruizhi: "Wait, I'll ask you something."

"ah?"

“Did the dreamer have some difficulties recently?”

"--ah?"

The second sound was obviously hesitant.

Pei Zhi caught an abnormality at once, and she looked like I knew it: "Tell me."

"It's nothing." Jiang Ruizhi avoided the important things and said: "You also know that the market for paper publications is not very good now. I want to transform into electronic publications."

Pei Zhiruo thoughtfully knocked on the mouse: "So you need funds? Or connections?"

“Everything is needed.”

"I remember-" Pei Zhi thought for a moment, "Does Chi Yan's husband have some connections in this regard?"

"I thought about it too. Didn't you ask someone to help me? But something went wrong in the middle." Jiang Ruizhi said with regret, "It's okay, my dad is already talking to the bank to discuss loans. Dreamer has been through all the ups and downs for so many years, and transformation is not difficult."

The string that broke in his heart suddenly rang. Pei Zhizai carefully pulled the cocoon and peeled it up, and suddenly realized it.

No wonder someone will eventually be in touch with them.

No wonder she took over the cover of the financial version without knowing that she was a photographer.

She turned around and met Jiang Ruizhi and said seriously: "The connections introduced to Dreamer over there are Xie, right? From his family's standpoint, it is normal to monopolize part of the public opinion. He is willing to pay, Dreamer is willing to revise the version, and he is willing to be willing to do so. You don't have to think about anything for me."

Jiang Ruizhi tightened her back: "How did you know? What he said? He threatened you?"

"No. How could that happen?" Pei Zhi raised her hand and pointed her temples, "You will know by thinking about it."

“…”

"To be honest, there is no need to give up for personal grudges like win-win. Besides, I am not an employee of you dreamers. I am a free person. Your choice has made me carry heavy shackles."

Pei Zhi pointed the tip of her shoes, leaned against the boss's chair for a while, and smiled: "I, if I really can't walk on the dreamer in the future, I will be the sinner of history and cannot afford it."

Jiang Ruizhi sneered: "Not."

"Yes, it won't be. So there is no need to delay the serious matter for the little conflict between me and Xie Xing. I don't care, what are you afraid of?"
To be continued...