Sign on the hidden marriage

"Yes, it's you!" He Zhaohua suddenly grabbed Sui Xinlei's shoulder forcefully, his eyes sparkling, and his tone was affirmative, "It's all up to you this time, as long as you can go to Hongbo and help talk to Mr. Song, I believe in things." There will still be opportunities.”

It's not that He Zhaohua has never thought about asking someone to intercede through his relationship, but Sui Xinlei is the only candidate at present.

Seeing that Sui Xinlei didn't speak, He Zhaohua's face turned into a pleading expression again: "Xinlei, think about everyone, think about those colleagues outside," the dark circled eyes begged the woman opposite pitifully, "Think about it." Xiao Min, who is about to become a bride, thinks about sister Lina who just gave birth, thinks about Aunt Zhang, the cleaner, and every colleague in our magazine. Every colleague in the magazine needs this job, If the magazine disappears, then everyone here will become unemployed. A job may destroy the happiness of a family, Xinlei, do you have the heart to see this happen?"

He Zhaohua knows Sui Xinlei well. She values ​​feelings, and she cherishes those between colleagues and friends. She also has a soft and kind heart. I believe such words will definitely move Sui Xinlei.The softest part of my heart was touched, and Xiaomin's smiling face in a white wedding dress flashed in my mind; the scene of Sister Lina playing with her lovely son in her arms; Aunt Zhang carefully cleaning every room in the magazine. The figure in the corner, just to pay for the expensive tuition fees for his son who is still in college......

What a simple thing, but it is so difficult in their eyes, but it makes it easy for them to be satisfied, because they think this is happiness.

To fulfill the happiness of others, Sui Xinlei nodded gently.

The air is filled with a strong aroma of coffee, and the soft music is like the hot air on the coffee cup, entangled between the fingers. On the window seat separated by the crystal bead curtain, a man and a woman are sitting opposite each other.

Sui Xinlei frowned, holding the coffee cup tightly with both hands, her suspicious eyes fell on the man opposite.Originally, I went to Hongbo to find Song Chenyang with the mentality of being rejected, but what Sui Xinlei didn't expect was that everything went so smoothly, so smooth that Sui Xinlei felt a little unreal. The location was changed to a coffee shop.Sui Xinlei always felt that there was an illusion: as if she was falling into a trap dug by someone.

The temperature in the room was very warm. Song Chenyang was wearing a linen cardigan, and he put the black coat he had taken off on the side of the sofa. Unlike his usual suits and leather shoes, Song Chenyang's clothes today were much more casual.

Perhaps the light in the store was too soft, and Song Chenyang's resolute face was even stained with a rare color called "brightness". Whether it was the corners of the eyebrows, the corners of the eyes, or the sides of the lips, there seemed to be a spring breeze in it. breath.

Something was wrong, but Sui Xinlei couldn't tell what was wrong.Just staring at the man sitting across from him.

"Does Miss Sui like to stare at people like this?" Song Chenyang looked at Sui Xinlei, playing with the handle of the coffee cup, with a playful smile on his lips.

"I," said by Song Chenyang, Sui Xinlei's face suddenly showed embarrassment, staring at people like this is really rude, "I'm sorry!"

Just as he was about to look away, he heard a deep voice from the man across from him: "Miss Sui didn't just ask me for a cup of coffee, did she?"

He raised his eyes again, and met those bottomless amber eyes.At this moment, a trace of knowingly asking jokes flashed across the pair of eyes, and subconsciously, the hand holding the cup was tightened a lot.Looking squarely at Song Chenyang, he forced out a slight smile:

"Mr. Song, the cooperation between us is not very pleasant. Why did Mr. Song change his mind? If Mr. Song has any dissatisfaction, you can bring it up with us, and we will definitely..."

"I don't like it anymore!" Song Chenyang's thin lips moved, and such a sentence floated out so unexpectedly, the voice was like the spring breeze in March, seemingly nothing.