We didn't escape the seven-year itch

In the third week of her new company, Song Mingke officially participated in a new project of the group.It is said that Party A has a big background, and the attitude of the whole company is very cautious.But everyone is also very motivated. After all, this order is completed, and the year-end bonus will be doubled.

Song Mingke followed an old employee named Lao He to do graphic art together. Song Mingke carefully understood Party A's intentions and spent a whole week before sending her own drawings to Lao Ke.Lao Ke quickly took his picture, and said a lot of vaguely official words, neither saying it was useful nor not saying it was not necessary, but falsely talking about some things, so he put Song Mingke's picture on the aside.

Song Mingke felt a little sad, but when he thought of Lao He smilingly saying to him, "Very good, very good... But we still lack experience... We, Party B, need to understand the opinions of Party A's fathers..." In the end, he had no choice but to say no. Losing his temper, he appointed Lao He to help him.

He was transparent in his heart, but as long as he wanted to continue, this situation was inevitable, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.

The team submitted the first version of the 1.0 version of the advertising plan as scheduled, but of course it will not be completed so simply.Received a lot of places that need to be modified, and almost several places have to be overthrown and restarted.

Song Mingke also got busy together, working overtime at the company all night and all night, and when he returned home every day, the biting cold wind in late autumn and early winter penetrated into his bones.

I ate takeaway at the company, fell asleep when I got home, and looked haggard and thin.

Most of the time, Song Mingke could only lie on the bed and have a nice conversation with Chu Yi before going to bed.But often without saying a few words, Song Mingke breathed evenly and fell asleep.

Because there were a lot of things the night before, and the team leader was under pressure from the company, the whole team seemed extremely nervous and sad. Song Mingke couldn't sleep well, and woke up very early in the morning.

Chu Yi held him in his arms, fell asleep, and breathed evenly against his neck.

Song Mingke was very awake, looked at the time, it was still early, so she lay on the bed silently, thinking wildly.

He hardly had a good rest this week, and Chu Yi made breakfast, and he didn't have dinner with Chu Yi, and he always fell asleep while talking at night...

It seems that I haven't had a good look at Chu Yi for a whole week...

The thick curtains didn't let a ray of light through, Song Mingke watched vaguely for a while in the darkness, then got up from the bed lightly, washed up and prepared breakfast.

He lived in a daze, scurrying around like a headless chicken all day long.He is obviously a 30-year-old "old man", yet he appears as confused and at a loss as a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.

He occasionally wanted to say something to Chu Yi, but he didn't know where to start.After washing at night, he fell asleep before Chu Yi finished washing.

Song Mingke rubbed the center of his eyebrows, poured the milk into a cup, and put it in the microwave. He never liked milk, but Chu Yi liked it.

Seeing that it was almost time, Song Mingke entered the bedroom.

Chu Yi probably just woke up, lying on the bed and looking at him with his eyes open.

"Get up when you wake up, it's getting late, breakfast is ready." Song Mingke walked to the window and gently opened the curtains, "It's raining."

Chu Yi had already gotten up, hugged Song Mingke from behind, put his chin on Song Mingke's shoulder, and looked out the window together, "Wear thicker today, it's cold."

"Well, hurry up and wash up." Song Mingke turned around and gently pushed Chu Yi's chest.

"Okay." Chu Yi let go of Song Mingke, turned around and went into the bathroom.

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