If love can be booked

Missing you is like a wild horse that is hard to control. If I could control it as I wanted, perhaps I would not remember you so deeply in my heart.

A whole week has passed, and you are so close to me, only twelve floors away from me, and it is only a few seconds away. However, I deliberately restrained the surging longing in my heart and never went downstairs to visit you.

Will you forget me if I don't appear in front of you?

I was immersed in my busy work, as if only in this way could I pretend that I had never met you. But every time I looked out the window, I could always catch a glimpse of that familiar figure downstairs, across the street - you were wearing those slightly casual jeans, walking in a hurry.

Who is calling you? In your hurry, you suddenly look back, and I can't ignore the expression on your face: a slight smile, a greeting. The man standing aside waiting for the green light, you occasionally whispered a few words.

A kid from some unknown family was riding a bicycle playfully on the sidewalk and almost hit you. He nervously held you in his arms, and you didn't refuse, and for a long time, you said thank you.

You turned and ran into the building, disappearing from my sight in an instant. Every day, I could only watch you silently, fearing that I would disturb your peaceful life. But, Shen Wanning, I know very well that I can no longer let you go.

I clocked in, went back to the office, and looked up at the sky out of habit.

I haven't seen him for a long time, but recently I've been hearing him warn people not to go to the 24th floor easily. Is he really that scary? However, from the way Manager Cui was scolded every time, everyone knew that the general manager had a very bad temper.

Time flies, and nearly a week has passed. I have gradually adapted to this tense and busy office life. Compared with the leisurely student days, the days now are full and tight, leaving no time for other things. This is good, at least being busy doesn't leave me too much free time to think about random things, but at the same time, the opportunities to meet him are becoming increasingly rare, and it seems that we haven't met for a long time.

He is busy, and she is busy too.

How many people have been worried by just the word "busy"?

"Look, it's the general manager." Someone suddenly exclaimed. I looked up and saw Mr. Lu coming down from the 24th floor and walking towards us. He was handsome and despite his bad temper, he still attracted everyone's attention.

"It's the general manager, it's true." Tang Xinjie pulled her excitedly.

"Mr. Lu." Cui Hao stood there nervously, afraid that he had made another mistake.

"..." Suddenly, the finance office seemed to explode, and the girls were talking about the handsomeness and charm of the general manager.

"So handsome." Handsome men are pleasing to the eye. It's nice to be with such a man every day. So handsome. When can I have a boyfriend like this? Pray to the Buddha.

"But why is the general manager here in the accounting department?" Isn't he here to criticize everyone? Yesterday, he didn't criticize the supervisor enough, so now he's criticizing them all?

"I'm dead." Looking at his expression, it didn't look like a good thing, so I could only pray in my heart, hoping that it wouldn't be like what I imagined.

“…”Everyone was discussing this matter.

Everyone was talking, all kinds of voices intertwined. I was stunned for a moment, and when I looked up, my eyes met his. I hurriedly looked away, and I couldn't help but wonder: Why is he looking at me like this? Angry? I shouldn't have said anything to offend him. What should I do? He's coming over, what should I do? Did he do something wrong? Otherwise, why does he look so angry? It shouldn't be directed at me, right? Is it because of that day? He won't hold a grudge, right?

There was total silence in the office, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

"Shen Wanning?" Lu Jinchuan asked as if to confirm. Why did she seem to be afraid of him twice? Was he that scary? Although she didn't look like a certain celebrity, she was still the object of pursuit by many girls. Was it necessary for her to treat him like a ghost? This woman...

Could your expression be any weirder?

I whispered, "Yes." I was worried that I had made some mistakes. "I heard you did a good job, keep up the good work." I was startled when I heard that, and looked up, full of doubts: "Huh?"

I heard that the supervisor was scolded badly, and he is here saying that she did a good job?

It's not that I heard she was doing well, but I saw her downstairs, she was hugged by a man, she didn't refuse, he got angry, it turned out that he really wasn't that magnanimous. Missing someone is just a matter of a minute, thinking about it is thinking about it, I really can't convince myself that it's just a meaningless fantasy.

But, Lu Jinchuan, how could you run down so impulsively and rush to the accounting department just to see her? They had never met since the day he brought her here, but the thought of missing her came too suddenly, and he wanted to see if she was doing well and if she was adapting?

If he had known this would happen, he should have transferred her directly to the general manager's office as an assistant. In this way, we can see each other often, and we don't have to go through so many floors just to see you. Shen Wanning, I think I will really fall in love with you, without reason and without conditions.

Shen Wanning, will you fall in love with me?

Did a good job? Shen Wanning was puzzled and stared at his departing back.

"Shen Wanning, I envy you so much. Was the general manager praising you just now?" Xiao Tang, a colleague, said exaggeratedly. However, a woman who can attract the general manager's attention must be quite impressive. However, no matter how you look at Shen Wanning, she doesn't look like that. First of all, she is not pretty enough, and secondly, she doesn't have a high status. So what is it?

"Shen Wanning, what is your relationship with him?" Yesterday, the supervisor was scolded and came down in disgrace, and now the general manager comes and says that she did a good job?

"Yes, yes, tell us quickly."

"..." Everyone asked randomly, one word at a time. They didn't understand, and she was even more confused. Did she do well? Did she do anything?

"I..." Shen Wanning didn't know how to respond. She didn't understand why the general manager suddenly appeared in the accounting department, and she didn't understand what she had done to deserve praise. She had just joined the company and Cui Hao hadn't assigned her any substantial work, so how could she talk about whether it was good or bad?

"I don't know." Shen Wanning expressed her confusion frankly. Her colleagues were puzzled, and she felt even more confused.

"How can I be so lucky?" Someone sighed with envy. I have worked hard for many people and many things.

"Maybe it's not a good thing." It turns out that even if you are happy, there will still be people who feel bad about it. But our love has nothing to do with gossip.

"Yeah, how can she compare to Director Zhu?" Someone said disapprovingly. Although they did not directly deny Shen Wanning, their words revealed their contempt for her. They believed that Shen Wanning's conditions were not outstanding, and they were even more inferior to Director Zhu.

"Okay, let's stop discussing and get ready for work." Cui Hao frowned and interrupted the chattering of the crowd with a somewhat impatient tone, reminding everyone to focus on their work.

In fact, he himself was also full of doubts and puzzlement. This was really unlike Mr. Lu's usual style. Would Mr. Lu come to the 12th floor to inspect the work in person? This kind of thing has not happened for a long time. Every time he went to the 24th floor, he always felt extremely heavy, as if a big stone was pressing on him. Because everyone knew that if there was nothing particularly important, no one would be willing to go there. After all, the general manager was famous for his bad temper, especially at the end of the month.

Just yesterday, Cui Hao was almost driven crazy by the general manager's scolding, but today such a dramatic scene occurred - President Lu actually took the initiative to run to Shen Wanning and praised her for doing a good job! What is going on? Is President Lu deliberately trying to embarrass me? Or is he just looking for an excuse to chat with her? Cui Hao couldn't help but fall into deep thought...

Why did he say "well done" to her? She thought their lives would no longer intersect. But she didn't understand him, she couldn't guess what he was thinking? Even if he looked harmless. Maybe he didn't mean it, a superior caring about his subordinates?

I haven't received a call from Haoyang for a long time. What is he busy with? Does he not want me anymore? Shen Wanning's brows were locked again.

"Shen Wanning." A call brought her back to reality from her thoughts.

"Yes." Shen Wanning shuddered. Why do people speak so loudly these days? Or is she too nervous?

"Why are you daydreaming instead of working?" He called her several times, but she didn't respond. He didn't know what she was daydreaming about. It was just now that Cui Hao remembered that maybe, if he sent her to deliver his reports in the future, his life would be a little better.

"Oh, I see, boss." Shen Wanning was a little confused. Was she in a daze?

In the tea room, grind a cup of coffee.

"Hi." She looked up and saw Tang Huanming, the big boy who always had a sunny smile. They had met several times in the company but had never greeted each other formally. This morning, downstairs in the company, he pulled her because of that naughty little boy.

"Hi." Shen Wanning responded with a smile. Seeing Tang Huanming, she couldn't help but think of him in the past, the one who also had such a bright smile. However, that smile has now become a memory in her heart.

"Tang Huanming." I don't know how many times I have called myself stupid. But when I see her, why don't I know what to say?

"I'm Shen Wanning, I'm next door to you." The twelfth floor is not only the accounting department, but also the creative department. They are very close, only separated by a wall.

"I know. By the way, what did Mr. Lu do just now?" Seeing Lu Jinchuan coming down from the twelfth floor and heading straight for the accounting department, this was the second time he came to the twelfth floor, and both times were because of her. She should be different to him, right?

"No." No, she said it with a guilty conscience, but what else could she say?

"No?" No? But that's not what he heard.

"No, no, really not." I found that some things really cannot be explained, because I don’t know where to start and what to explain.

"OK, no." He had no intention of prying into her privacy, but purely out of admiration for her character, he was happy to have an in-depth communication with her.

"Your coffee." He took the coffee and handed it to her.

"Thank you." I took the coffee from him and said thank you softly. But the feeling you gave me was too much like him. I turned around and left. Why did I think of him again?

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, even though I know it's meaningless.

For office workers, the happiest thing is the ringing of the get off work bell on Friday, which means they can temporarily put aside the pressure of work and enjoy the rare leisure time.

"It's time to get off work, it's time to get off work." On Friday afternoon, people are looking forward to the time when they get off work, dreaming about the upcoming weekend, and thinking about how to spend this precious rest time.

"Finally, I'm off work." It's nice to get off work. But when did the ringing bell for the end of get off work become so cute? It starts from the moment I start working.

"Let's sing karaoke?" Karaoke? It doesn't matter who suggests it, what matters is the response.

"Shen Wanning, do you want to go with me?" She was still young, so why not spend it? Karaoke seemed to be a way for young people to relieve stress, but for her, it seemed to lack some kind of appeal.

"No, I have something else to do." She declined the invitation and watched her colleagues leave happily, but she felt an inexplicable sense of loss in her heart. They were always so full of energy, but she always seemed unable to fit in.

"Then we'll leave first. Bye." The conversation and laughter ended outside the door.

Laugh, when was the last time we laughed heartily? Those carefree days seem to be out of reach. What should I do? Shen Wanning, I think you are really unhappy.