thoughtful

Facing Lei Meng's question, Song Sifan didn't seem to intend to answer. Lei Meng was left alone and paced up and down irritablely. Seeing that his appetite was almost whetted, Song Sifan suggested with a smile, "Why don't I treat you to supper after get off work?"

No matter how angry Raymond was, he knew that some things were not suitable for discussion in the company, so he reluctantly nodded, agreeing.

In the next working hours, Raymond literally counts seconds like years. He has to check his watch every few minutes, unconsciously typing on the keyboard or pressing the mouse, waiting anxiously. Work.Yuan Jie only thought that he was upset because Hengwei's order was turned down, and everyone in the sales department hid far away and no one dared to harass him.

After work, Lei Meng rushed out like an arrow leaving the string, accidentally bumped into the passing female colleagues and didn't say sorry, and rushed all the way to the door of Zia's company.He looked around for a while, and was greeted by many colleagues who passed by. He felt that it was too conspicuous here. If the people in the project management department saw him and Song Sifan going out together after get off work, he would not make any future orders.

Finally, Raymond came up with a way. First, he pretended to follow the flow of people and walked towards the subway station. After counting the time, he turned around and walked back. When he met the strange eyes of others, he scratched his head in embarrassment, and explained in pain and helplessness: " I forgot something in the company, go back and get it, haha."

Just like this, he went upstream to the gate of Qi Ya, and just bumped into Xu Yao and Yang Qili.

"Why are you back?" Yang Qili asked him, "Didn't I see that you had already left?"

"I'm coming back to get something..."

"I don't believe it" was written all over Yang Qili's face, she looked at him a few times, and pointed out sharply: "I don't work hard after get off work, I have a problem with my mind. You don't mean to go on a date, do you?"

"Pfft—" Date?With whom?Song Sifan?

Xu Yao watched coldly for a long time, patted him on the shoulder, and said: "A date is fine, but you must do a good job in safety work."

Safe work your sister!What security work do Song Sifan need to do!Lei Meng was frightened by his own thoughts, he and Song Sifan... Lei Meng quickly stopped, and waved them to go away.

Until Song Sifan appeared, Lei Meng kept a pale face. His face was so scary that Song Sifan couldn't help but look at him a few more times, "What's wrong with you? Still struggling with your order?"

"For a supper, everyone in our department thought I was messing around." Raymond said sullenly.

Song Sifan waited for him to get into the car, started the car, and asked casually, "What are you doing? With whom?"

Raymond stared at him silently.

Song Sifan was baffled by his eyes, and then his mind turned, he couldn't laugh or cry, "Me?"

Raymond snorted coldly.

Song Sifan pretended to think about it seriously, and said with a smile: "You are a good person, but it's a pity that I'm already famous."

Don't send out good people cards indiscriminately!

Lei Meng glared at Song Sifan angrily, and Song Sifan drove the car unconsciously, smiling happily.

The wine-red BMW staggered towards the night market. After turning from the main road to the small road, the bumps became more obvious. Raymond felt that his ass was no longer his own, so he could only hold on to the handrail tightly, turned his head and roared: "You can't drive properly. ?"

Song Sifan slammed on the brakes, the car brushed against a street tree and wiped off a large amount of paint, and Raymond almost hit the windshield.Song Sifan looked at him with some displeasure, "Or you come?"

"If I come, I will come... My little car can drive better than you!" Lei Meng muttered and got out of the car, and exchanged driving positions with Song Sifan.

I am used to manual transmission, but I am not used to switching to automatic transmission all of a sudden. After the initial break-in period, Raymond quickly got used to it. If BMW has senses, it should also breathe a sigh of relief now, even the sound of the engine Also a lot softer.The same road, the same car, in the hands of Raymond finally drove the driving sense that BMW should have.

"Do you think that what you are driving is not a BMW but a horse-drawn carriage?" Lei Meng flaunted Song Sifan at first, but soon he realized that what he was driving was a luxury car that could not be seen or touched at ordinary times!Emma's driving control, Emma's gas pedal, Emma's shifting...how cool!He devoted himself to the thrill of drag racing, holding the steering wheel and couldn't put it down.

On the other hand, Song Sifan lazily leaned on the passenger seat, turned on the air conditioner and the radio, listened to the slowly flowing singing, and enjoyed himself without bothering others at all.

Raymond undoubtedly glanced at him. Does this usual posture really regard him as the driver?

"Are you embarrassed... My car is like this..."

Song Sifan moved into a comfortable position, looked at the mobile phone navigation to guide him, "Turn left ahead, no, not this intersection, the next one. What did you just say?"

"I said, don't you drive often?" Raymond turned on the left turn signal and asked in a more tactful way.

"Well, there used to be drivers." Song Sifan studied the address of the night market, "It seems to be falling down, please drive slowly and we will look for it."

"Can't you just find a night market stall? Do you have to drive so far to eat?" Lei Meng complained, he was already very hungry, where is the night market?

"This restaurant is very famous, I've always wanted to eat here." Fortunately, both of them had a good sense of direction, and finally found the night market after getting lost a few times.After Lei Meng parked the car, Song Sifan added, "As for why you have to run so far... Think about it, wouldn't it be embarrassing if you meet someone from the same company?"

"It seems very reasonable..." Raymond couldn't refute.

"What do you two want to eat?" The enthusiastic night market owner came up to solicit customers. Song Sifan took Lei Meng to a shop and sat down, and began to look through the simple handwritten recipes.Raymond looked around. It was a very simple plastic shed with a few tables and plastic tables and chairs. The kitchen was just a movable shelf with a gas tank attached.Although it looks simple, it is still full of seats, and the boss shuttles between the tables, too busy to take care of it.

"Do you eat spicy food?" Song Sifan asked.

"Uh, I can't eat it... Is there any non-spicy one?"

Song Sifan smiled, "No. This is a Sichuan night market."

"Then why did you bring me here! All the way!"

"Let you feel it," Song Sifan shrugged, "No, to be precise, I want to feel it."

"What's so good about this? Isn't it the life of ordinary people?"

"I think...it's quite interesting..."

It was already dark, and the bustling crowd was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a trickle slowly flowed into the homes of ordinary people.There are night market booths set up on the side of the road, and the sound of frying pans and lively chatter can be heard everywhere.There are workers who have just got off work, migrant workers who have finished their day’s work on the construction site, and young people who come to eat supper together. Lei Meng and Song Sifan are sitting on the cheap plastic board in suits, and they don’t feel awkward. .

"You've never eaten at a night market?"

"No."

Taking advantage of the time when the boss took the order to cook, Lei Meng finally asked the initial question, "What's the situation in your project management department? Why is everyone acting weird?"

"The people in the project management department were pretty good at first, but later... Hengwei's project is really sorry, I didn't expect this to happen."

"Forget it, it's over," Raymond waved his hand and sighed, "It's a done deal, I've already talked to Hengwei's Manager Wang. He promised to let the past go, but this order has been completely ruined."

"Next time, I will personally follow up with your project to make sure nothing goes wrong."

"Come on," Raymond glanced at him, obviously not believing his words, "You can guarantee everything is safe?"

Song Sifan frowned and didn't answer.

Lei Meng realized that he might have spoken too seriously, and he was embarrassed whether to apologize, but the night market owner brought out the small dishes in good time, and the two of them silently raised their chopsticks at the same time and started to eat.

I have to say that there is a reason for the reviews and recommendations on this nightclub. The green vegetables are soft and delicious, and the meat is mellow and delicious. Unfortunately, the boss’s business is so good that it has been a long time since the next dish was served.At the end of the meal, there was only one piece of meat left in the bowl, and Lei Meng was about to pick it up quickly, when Song Sifan suddenly asked, "Why did you go to the sales department behind my back?"

Lei Meng shook his hand, and the meat fell back onto the plate. Song Sifan picked it up neatly and put it in his mouth, "Mmm, it's delicious."

"...you know it's me?"

"I've seen your interview information, of course I know it's you."

"Then why didn't you..." Raymond stopped talking, what he actually wanted to ask was, why didn't you ask me why?Then why didn't you come to trouble me?Then why didn't you come to the sales department to poach?He changed his mind and thought that he was very satisfied with his job in the sales department. It seemed that he wanted to go to the project management department, which was not suitable for him.

"Because the time has not come yet." Song Sifan squinted his eyes and smiled, put down his chopsticks, and poured a glass of beer by himself, "How about some?"

"No, thank you."

"Your stomach didn't heal after drinking the last time?"

"That's already ready, I really can't drink it." Lei Meng still couldn't figure it out, "What is Wang Fan trying to do by doing this?" Although the project management department doesn't rely on the amount of orders like the sales department, but The more successful projects you do, the higher the year-end bonus. There is no reason to push the fat you get out.

Raymond thought of a reason: "Could it be that he backed down when he heard that this client was notoriously difficult to deal with?"

Song Sifan shook his head, "It's not for this reason, you think too much."

"why?"

Song Sifan took a sip of the cold beer, his heart and spleen were icy cold, and even his words were chilled to the bone.

"Because someone didn't want to make it easier for me."

Lei Meng keenly smelled the gossip, he pulled himself together, sat up straight and leaned against Song Sifan, "Who is it?"

Song Sifan watched him leaning in coldly, stretched his arms like a big cat, and raised his eyebrows, "Guess?"

The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

Nian Gao: May I ask Mr. Song, what do you think of Gong Gong, the protagonist who only officially appeared on the stage with the word 5w?

Song Sifan: Guess?