Chapter 12:

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Not allowed to leave, naturally lied to her with Huai Jing, but some stupid people take it seriously.
Xu Xingkong lowered his voice seriously and reasoned with Huai Jing seriously.
"I take leave as usual, the company does not pay my salary, and the few days, the attendance award will be deducted."
When the woman's voice pressed, her voice became softer. She spoke seriously, but Huai Jing heard her lips lift.
"That's not OK."
Xu Xingkong: "..."
Shouldn't he be so careful? The IO Group's request for leave like a small employee at the bottom should not reach the president.
Xu Xing was in a panic, just about to speak, but the other party said something first.
"unless……"
There seems to be a change of flight, Xu Xingkong listened, squeezed the phone and asked, "Unless what?"
The man smiled and said lazily: "Unless you cook for me."
Originally thinking that he would make excessive demands, after listening to his words, Xu Xingkong's emotions gradually relaxed. She stared at the green dill planted in transparent utensils on the window sill and agreed.
"What do you want to eat?" Xu Xingkong asked.
There was a rustling sound on the other end of the phone, as if he were looking through the documents. He didn't answer immediately, it seemed to be thinking. Xu Xingkong waited for a while before the man responded.
"After thinking for a long time, it seems that you still want to eat the most."
Xu Xingkong: "..."
The earlobe gradually reddened, Xu Xingkong's eyes looked out of the lattice window at the fading sunset, and his heart seemed to be plucked, and his body also became hot.
She was used as a "fast food" and also as a "breakfast". She knew how he ate himself.
"You haven't come back, what's the hurry? Come back and contact you again." Huai Jing finished the play, with a smile in his low voice, after saying that, he said goodbye to Xu Xingkong, and then hung up the phone.
Xu Xingkong hung up the phone, but the man's voice seemed to be playing back. She looked down at the phone and pursed her lips.
After hanging up the phone, Huai Jing got up from the office chair. In the empty and exquisite large office, the lights have been turned on. The light shines through the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows. The dark sky outside turns the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows into a natural mirror.
Huai Jing stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the summer city lit by lights. The traffic is like a meteor. When you look closer, it looks like a starry sky.
The corners of his lips raised slightly, his long, beautiful fingers hooked the bow tie around his neck, his head was slightly crooked, his hands were stretched, and his tie was opened. The knuckle-shaped fingers were slightly forceful, and the tie was ripped off and thrown on the table. Huai Jing picked up the coat on the chair and went out the door.
He Yu made an appointment with him at Xiangzhuxuan, a Chinese restaurant just outside Xiacheng.
In a developed city like Xiacheng, the truly wealthy places are often scattered in out-of-town places like the suburbs. To draw a piece of land, ask the designer to design an old-fashioned building and enter through the gate, which is a small bridge with flowing water and pavilions. Walk across the long pavilion and small bridge and enter a private room. The decoration inside is also the style of ancient Chinese painting. Most of the consumers here come from rich or expensive, which is also the case. The decoration of the restaurant is extremely elegant. If you look closely, there is no sense of disobedience. It really seems that you stepped through the door and entered the ancient world.
Huai Jing entered a different room, changed his shoes, and went to the high platform of the other room. After passing through the corridor, he turned and opened his eyes wide.
This is the VIP box of the restaurant, which stands on the top of the mountain. The decoration is elegant and classic. It is very laid back in the idyllic poetry of ancient times.
He Yu sat on the floor, the long table in front of him was already full of dishes, and Huai Jing came late. He strode over meteorically, He Yu turned back and smiled at him.
Both of them were rated as four young men in Xiacheng, but they were very different. Compared with Huai Jing's elegant languidness, He Yu's temperament is as gentle as jade, elegant and restrained.
"How come?" He Yu poured a cup of tea to Huai Jing, and when he sat down, a faint fragrance of osmanthus diffused.
In the golden autumn of October, the season of sweet-scented osmanthus, this osmanthus tea is also very suitable.
He Yu and Huai Jing are both lovers of Chinese food. The two often go to the Chinese restaurant for an appointment.
"Answered the phone." Huai Jing's elbow rested on the table, still lazy, and picked up the chopsticks.
As friends, the two didn't pay much attention to eating. Since they both came, they ate together. When eating, occasionally mix up two small chats.
"How is your aunt recently?" He Yu asked.
He Yukou's aunt is Huai Jing's mother He Qingru. After Huai Jing's father Huai Changzhuo died, He Qingru went to Qingping Temple on the Jiu Mountain in Qing Dynasty and became a monk.
"I just went to see her at the Mid-Autumn Festival, which is very good." Huai Jing said in a faint tone: "Among the many nuns, she is the most fashionable one."
Although He Qingru became a monk, his love for fashionable products has not diminished. Hei Jing will always buy a copy of any new product from major luxury brands and then send it to her.
Counting it, He Qingru is not a monk, at most it is a repair.
He Yu smiled when he heard this, and wiped his mouth with a tissue. He asked, "Are you sure about the new series of cooperation with TIE Group?"
"No." Huai Jing picked fish thorns, and gradually ate a little bit of interest. This fish is a very valuable marine fish, but it still has a bad taste.
"However, Huaiyangping recommended a female star."
With a movement in his hand, He Yu looked up at him and asked, "You use it?"
Huai Jing snorted softly, laughing, and said, "Use, why not."
He Yu didn't know what Huai Jing was thinking.
Although the two are both businessmen, Huai Jing has a pioneering spirit, so he can develop the small company IO into a listed company within ten years and occupy a place in the Wyeth Group.
Since he had an idea, He Yu didn't ask any more questions and ate his food with peace of mind.
He ate quietly and not hurriedly, but the opposite Huai Jing ate more and more irritably, his brows became tighter and tighter, and finally put the chopsticks down.
"How?" He Yu asked looking at him.
Huai Jing reached out and pulled a tissue. Under the light, his fingers were illuminated transparently.
"These dishes are pretty good, but the taste is always missing, especially this fish, it will be better to change the personal cooking taste."
He Yu glanced at the fish and became interested. He asked, "Have you eaten better?"
"Huh." Huai Jing put the tissue aside and responded leisurely, "A woman made it."
He Yu picked his eyes slightly and smiled, "Your?"
The corner of the right lip raised, Huai Jing raised his eyes to see He Yu, his eyes fixed.
"mine."
He Yu also ate seven, eight, eight, he put down the chopsticks and said with a smile: "This is a bit envious."
"Your son Qiuzi can't cook?" Huai Jing was said to be floating in vanity.
He Yu took the teapot and poured tea for himself, and after hearing Huai Jing's words, he seemed to remember something, and the softness in his eyes entered the light.
"I don't dare to let her into the kitchen."
"Why?" Huai Jing laughed, "Afraid she burned the kitchen for you?"
"No." He Yu shook her head, looked up at her friend with a smile, and said flatly: "I'm afraid she hurt herself while cooking."
After completing the transfer procedures, Xu Xingkong returned to Xiacheng. After taking a taxi home from the station, she simply packed her things up. From the narrow home to the exquisite apartment, the change of location made her feel a little empty.
After putting the luggage away, Xu Xingkong poured himself a cup of tea and sat on the sofa.
She is a high-speed train in the afternoon, and it's more than five o'clock after she has packed her house.
The sun was shining through the window, casting a few colorful cubes of light on the ground. Xu Xingkong held the phone and hesitated whether to call Huai Jing. But he seemed to have a good heart, and called her over.
Hearing his voice again, there was still a kind of suddenness, as if it could be seen through a thin film, but it was not very real.
"I'm back?" the man asked, his voice a little mixed, and the sound of clinking glasses.
"Well." Xu Xingkong responded. She let down and asked, "You want to eat..."
The words behind the word "eat" came to an abrupt end, and Xu Xingkong remembered his last words. The ears turned red, and Xu Xingkong asked softly, "What do you want me to eat?"
Huai Jing seemed to hear the deep meaning of her sudden change of questioning, and his deep low laughter came from the phone. The man's voice is so good, low magnetic, lazy hook.
"I'm out of the field now and I won't go back tomorrow. When I get there, I'll call you."
After hearing his words, the recipe in Xu Xingkong's mind disappeared. She was sitting on the sofa, Mimi was still in the pet foster care center, and the small apartment seemed more deserted and quiet because of a week of emptying.
With a slight blink of his eyes, Xu Xingkong responded: "Okay, if there is nothing wrong, hang up first."
She is going to pick Mimi back to accompany her.
"Wait." Huai Jing stopped her.
Xu Xingkong put the phone back in his ear and asked, "What's the matter?"
Huai Jing seemed to think for a while and did not speak immediately. When Xu Xingkong asked again, he asked.
"Have you been injured while cooking?"