Click.
Chi Xueyan took the first photo of that window.
The light blue ordinary glass window, the balloon man swaying outside the window, the small notes on the window are firmly glued, and the elegant and beautiful handwriting.
This is the most interesting thing he has encountered recently.
It's weird and interesting.
It makes him subconsciously want to keep it as a memory that will not fade.
After taking a photo, Chi Xueyan sent it to the family group, so that Han Zhenzhen and Chi Zhongyuan enjoyed it together, and specially said that this was He Qiao's office window.
People who are trapped in love seem to like to share some trivial things that happen to each other, because of the freshest and most vigorous love in their hearts, they feel that the people in their hearts are cute everywhere, and they want to tell the world in detail.
Probably, at least Su Yu is like this.
Recently, as soon as Chi Xueyan opened his Moments, he could see lawyer Su with a dignified and handsome professional avatar, posting a colorful love mood from time to time.
Fortunately, he still has a trace of reason to block colleagues and customers, and only fools in front of familiar relatives and friends.
Chi Xueyan has seen Han Zhenzhen comment on a string of long ellipsises that are about to be sour.
I have also seen He Qiao give a late-night confusion that just keeps repeating the word "cute", and silently gave a thumbs up.
Some things surprised him.
It can only be said that for his partner's good friend, no matter how magical the other party is, He Qiao can support him politely.
Excellent cultivation.
Therefore, in response, Chi Xueyan decided to take the initiative to go to the opposite side tonight and wait for Heqiao to get off work.
Since they started working from floor to floor, they haven't returned home together on weekdays, because the time is still staggered.
Dental clinics go to work an hour earlier than media companies and get off work an hour earlier.
Usually, Chi Xueyan doesn't think there is any problem, but just now He Qiao said that Sheng Xiaoyue will come to see them tomorrow.
Then it is reasonable to show affection in front of the employees of the company before the elders come, just like a student who temporarily holds Buddha's feet before the exam.
In the evening, after work, Chi Xueyan walked through the red maple on the street and walked to the increasingly familiar office building.
He Qiao gave him the pass card to enter and leave the company, so he didn't need to bother others to pick him up.
This is the first time he took out the pass card.
Coming out of the elevator, Chi Xueyan walked towards the Heqiao office.
The employees of Wanjia Media who met along the way greeted him and called him Mr. Chi.
Chi Xueyan is rarely called that, which is a little uncomfortable, but after all, it is an indirect relationship of "the other half of the company boss", and it seems that there is no other more suitable name.
The employees all smiled with a reserved expression, and they didn't know how they would look at him in their hearts.
It is probably Mr. He, who is usually serious and serious, suddenly becomes intentent to work.
He is very villainian.
He inexplicably likes this setting.
In the sound of Mr. Chi, Secretary Li, who was in the office outside the president's office, saw him and immediately got up.
Chi Xueyan greeted her politely, and then said in a very intimate and natural manner, "I'll wait for him to get off work."
When Li Feifei saw him coming, she wanted to habitually pick up the phone to inform the boss. On other sight, it was very unnecessary.
This is the first time Mr. Chi has come to wait for Mr. He to get off work. The latter obviously doesn't know, otherwise he will definitely go downstairs to pick up people in advance.
Although she still didn't see what was written on the note on the office window, it was definitely written by Mr. He to his lover who worked in the opposite building.
Because she bought two highly accurate telescopes according to Mr. He's instructions.
Anyway, she was so curious that she could at least see the expressions of the two people at this moment.
Secretary Li knocked on the door. After hearing a gentle request from inside, she bent down to open the door and invited the guests around her to go in with a smile.
Mr. He, who was concentrating on reading the document, followed the sound and looked very surprised.
Then, he got up quickly and asked uncertainly, "Come and wait for me to get off work?"
Mr. Chi glanced at the clock on the wall, with a little arrogant and wayward in his tone: "Well, hurry up."
In the hazy light at dusk, Mr. He walked to his sudden visitor, with a smile in his voice: "Okay."
Click.
The lock tongue was gently closed, and the office door went from open to completely closed in just a few seconds.
I can't see anything.
Secretary Li, who had tried to close the door slowly, returned to his workstong regretfully.
Why does the president's office have a door?
It's really anti-human.
Ten minutes later, Secretary Li received a call from the boss from the office asking her to book a seat in the restaurant tonight.
She did it immediately.
Although he has never patronized this expensive high-end restaurant, Secretary Li has seen the photos shared by others on the Internet.
Sitting by the window of the sky restaurant in a high-rise building and looking out through the glass, it is a grand night view of the whole city.
The guests talked softly, the music was romantic and soothing, and there were fresh red roses in the table vase.
Near the end of dinner, Chi Xueyan often turns her head to enjoy the flashing night view outside the window, and chats casually with He Qiao.
About the progress of a project in the media company, the latest gossip circulating quietly in the dental clinic, tomorrow's weather, and weekend arrangements.
Chi Xueyan no longer deliberately avoids talking about these daily trifles with He Qiao.
This is how he gets along with every friend he can talk to.
"...There is a terrible horror movie going to be released this weekend. My parents are going on a business trip together. I'm going to see Su Yu."
Chi Xueyan said, "But I don't know if he is free. Now he runs to his girlfriend every day."
His aesthetics of good movies are very normal, but he has only one special hobby: to go to the cinema with others to watch bad movies, especially horror movies.
There are usually very few spectators in this kind of cinema. Sitting in the golden position in the center, watching bad movies with their companions, and then enjoying their various reactions, is very interesting in Chi Xueyan's opinion.
For example, Han Zhenzhen usually squeezes his fists tighter and tighter, obviously enduring the impulsiveness of violently beating actors through the screen.
Chi Zhongyuan will fall asleep quietly with a numb face, and after sleeping, he will secretly take out his mobile phone to play mahjong under the cover of the popcorn bucket.
Su Yu, who is very eloquent, will complain from beginning to end, like a stand-up crosstalk with a climax, accompanied by a large amount of legal knowledge popularization.
I don't know how Heqiao's personality will react.
As soon as Chi Xueyan's thoughts drifted here, he heard He Qiao ask, "If Su Yu is not free, do you want me to go with you?"
He listened to the other party's seemingly ordinary tone, and then responded normally: "Okay, then I won't ask him."
It saved a lot of broken thoughts during the passionate love period.
The night view outside the window is dreamlike. He Qiao, who is sitting opposite, nods and said, "I will buy tickets in advance."
He looks like he is looking forward to a wonderful movie.
So Chi Xueyan specially reminded, "Don't buy the wrong one. It's the worst one in all the films just by looking at the name."
"Okay." He Qiao said, "I remember."
It's the best one.
In front of another glass window filled with night, Sheng Xiaoyue was watching the eight o'clock soap opera at home.
This is her reserved program every night. Today, the housekeeper will watch it with her.
Originally, He Xiao was supposed to sit next to her, reading the document and responding to her feelings from time to time, but he has recently gone abroad on a business trip.
And He Qiao got married and moved out, and the family suddenly became a little deserted.
Fortunately, the youngest son will often call her to greet her, and the eldest son will also bring her local specialties and souvenirs when he comes back from a business trip.
Both sons have been exposed to the family business, so He Huaili has been particularly busy recently. He is gradually doing some decentralization and handover, wanting to free up time and leave more for his family.
As the years go by, Sheng Xiaoyue's life has always been calm and happy.
Therefore, the twists and turns of the TV series are particularly wonderful.
"Obviously, he cares about this person, and for some reasons, he can only hold it quietly, and even he dares not admit it."
"Oh, this relationship is really tangled. It's all because his previous experience is too complicated." She said, "Admitting this person seems to make you lose that person. In fact, I don't think so--Eh, why did this episode end?"
The housekeeper smiled and responded to her feelings: "The next episode in five minutes will be very fast."
While waiting for the end of the advertisement, Sheng Xiaoyue received another call from her youngest son.
He Qiao just came home after dinner with Chi Xueyan. He first greeted his mother how she was doing today, and then talked about what happened in his life.
When he mentioned the recent influential advertisement of Wanjia Media for the second time, Sheng Xiaoyue couldn't help laughing: "Do you want me to go to the company for a while?"
As soon as He Qiao took over the company, he made good results. Of course, he hopes to get his mother's praise.
He told her that he wanted to be a bridge without a prefix.
Sheng Xiaoyue had long wanted to see her son who was working, but she was afraid of putting too much pressure on him, so she quietly held back.
He Qiao on the other end of the phone seemed to think for a moment, stopped circling around, and took over her words: "...Tomorrow?"
Sheng Xiaoyue smiled more openly and quickly held the corners of her eyes to avoid wrinkles: "Then tomorrow, won't you be so busy in the afternoon?"
She knows her son too well.
He Qiao has been like this since he was a child.
Sometimes the speech is straightforward and frank, and sometimes it is deliberately roundabout, but everyone can see the thoughts behind the words, because his actions are always undisguised.
"By the way, I want to peek at the small pool from the window. Can you see it? Your father has seen what he looks like at work, but I haven't seen him yet.
"Also, I just brought some books, all of which I have read. Anyway, there is a small bookcase in the lounge. You two can read them when you are free. I think these books are very reasonable..."
After He Qiao suddenly got the marriage certificate, Sheng Xiaoyue, who was at a loss for a moment, asked the housekeeper to buy a lot of books.
Half of it is about the way of marriage management, which is prepared for He Qiao, and the other half is about how parents get along with their married children.
She absorbs strange new knowledge from books, just like many years ago, she learned how to get along with children who lost their mothers.
The next afternoon.
In the spacious lounge of the president's office, the window screen gently brushed, and there was an extra row of books on the bookcase.
Sheng Xiaoyue, who was standing in front of the window, held up a telescope and carefully watched how the red-haired dentist in the opposite building extracted the children's teeth.
She looked at the dentist in the distance for a while, and then looked back at her son who was working nearby.
There are snacks and milk tea bought for her on the desk.
In the brand-new storage box, there is a small note taken from the window, which is carefully folded.
On the outer edge of the window sill, there is a small balloon man swaying in the wind.
How can two people of such a big man be so childish?
She thought so, but the smile on her face never stopped.
In the evening, Sheng Xiaoyue watched Chi Xueyan, who changed into a white coat, leave the clinic building, cross the road, and walk to this side through the telescope.
In the still bright sun, the young man who was walking through the zebra crossing suddenly rolled his head and looked at the window high.
He seemed to be smiling too.
The wide and clean autumn street is full of maple trees, and the red like flames is like a long poem rolled into the wind.
When Chi Xueyan entered the office, Sheng Xiaoyue completed the visit with satisfaction.
She no longer disturbed the space between the two and left with a smile holding the undrinked milk tea.
After saying goodbye to the elders, Chi Xueyan nestled in the sofa for an hour, with a notebook on his lap that he asked the secretary to come yesterday.
Although the new desk seems to be much wider, he no longer sits on it, and there are no outsiders.
He will not will wardly urge He Qiao to hurry up.
The other party is still working. He wants to keep quiet as much as possible and doesn't want to play with his mobile phone. He simply records the story of the original book told to him by He Qiao.
He began to do this when he came to wait for He Qiao to get off work yesterday, as if he was trying to analyze an unsolved puzzle.
He Qiao is making annotations on the document report. He is sorting out another possibility of the world. There is only the sound of writing around him, which can also be called respect for each other.
However, Chi Xueyan occasionally asks him to solve his questions.
For example, a question that actually confused him for a while.
In the gap between He Qiao's putting down the pen, Chi Xueyan, who thought for a long time, coldly coldly asked him, "Did Lu Siyi really not like me at all?"
He Qiao was stunned.
Immediately, he lowered his eyes to avoid the curious gaze: "...No."
Hearing the words, Chi Xueyan seemed to sneer: "No vision."
Now he is more and more familiar with He Qiao, and his mood and tone have become more real and casual, like getting along with old friends.
So he frankly expressed his disbelief that he had not received a trace of response to the other one he had taken the initiative to pursue.
Chi Xueyan has liked herself very much since she was a child, and has always felt that getting along with herself is irreplaceable and interesting.
Maybe it sounds a little narcissistic. In short, from his current perspective, "Lu Siyi" is somewhat visionless and boring.
It's better to at least know how to enjoy the strange scenery outside the kitchen window.
"How did he become the leading actor? You are obviously much better than him."
Chi Xueyan sincerely praised the person sitting at the desk, and turned over and changed his posture to continue writing notes.
He no longer disturbed the other party's office and regained his quietness.
When the words fell, He Qiao looked over again.
Chi Xueyan left him only one side.
The sinking dusk covered the glass, plating the white cheeks and rotten hair with a light layer of gold, and also shining everything on the sofa very warmly.
He casually put the soft blanket on his lap, lowered his head and held the pen, and concentrated on combing the sunset scattered all over the paper.
In the quiet air, the rustling sound of the tip of the pen rubbing the paper.
He Qiao looked at the profile for a long time.
His eyes gradually fell on the overly empty desk, thinking of the figure who had sat on it wantonly, and the look that looked down on him with a smile.
At that moment, he could clearly see his reflection from the bottom of the other party's eyes.
The eyes are stronger than the twilight.
He Qiao suddenly couldn't read the investment plan at hand.
Only warm paper, cumbersome words, cold pens, and white sleeves covering the wrists are left in the field of vision.
Today, he has a tie on the neckline of his shirt.
Simple and silent black.
It seems to be too neat.