We didn't escape the seven-year itch

Song Mingke didn't have a good conversation with Chu Yi for several days, partly because he was really busy recently, and another reason he didn't want to mention, probably because he mentioned Yang Yuwei that day.

Chu Yi was very peaceful, but Song Mingke always felt that he couldn't get over that hurdle in his heart, even though he knew very well in his heart that Chu Yi only regarded Yang Yuwei as a good friend whom he had known for many years.

In fact, he also knew in his heart that Yang Yuwei naturally had no possibility of being with Chu Yi at all, but Yang Yuwei's attitude towards Chu Yi and the relationship between Yang Yuwei and Chu's mother were always swaying in his heart.Like a soft thorn, never fatal, but really uncomfortable.

"Mingke?"

Song Mingke suddenly came back to his senses, he looked up quickly, only to see Manager Peng standing in front of his seat, looking at him with a smile.Song Mingke was a little embarrassed, it was really unreasonable to be distracted during working hours.

"Manager Peng, what's the matter?"

"Well... come to the office for a while, I have something to do with you." After finishing speaking, Manager Peng entered the office.

Song Mingke was a little surprised, and didn't know what his immediate superior wanted from him, so he stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked to the office.

"Ming Ke, sit down, don't be too reserved." Peng Huai sat on the chair and nodded to him.

"Thank you." Song Mingke sat upright opposite Peng Huai.

"I came here to tell you something," Peng Huai handed him a folder.

Song Mingke opened it and found that it was the picture he drew at the beginning of the project, "Manager Peng? Isn't this the picture I drew?"

"Yes," Peng Huai nodded.

"Any questions?"

"Actually, Party A saw your drawing two days ago and was very satisfied." Peng Huai explained, "I think he likes your drawing better than the one you submitted now."

"Thank you." Song Mingke was still a little puzzled, "It wasn't before..."

"What happened before... Well, none of us can guess Party A's opinion." Peng Huai casually said a few words, "You have performed very well this month, and I have seen it all in my eyes. I believe everyone I also know, work hard. I called you this time, just want to tell you first."

Song Mingke nodded and only said "Thank you, Manager Peng".

Peng Huai smiled at him.

"It's nothing, I won't bother you."

"Okay." Peng Huai nodded.

Peng Huai probably just informed the team leader that Party A wants to use the drawing designed by Song Mingke.The team leader didn't show anything, but Lao He's complexion was not very good-looking.

Song Mingke couldn't say anything, just sat quietly in his seat and did his work.

Lao He handed over Song Mingke's previous picture, "You can make your own plan for your picture, and we don't know what you think. Do it yourself."

In the past, a group of them made a plan, and each person was responsible for a different part. Now, although only a part of it has been changed, the workload is still heavy, and he is only entrusted to him...

"This..." Song Mingke knew in her heart that she was dissatisfied with him.

"All of us still believe in you, and Manager Peng admired you so much just because you came here, which shows that you are very capable, and you can definitely do it." Lao He smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Lao He handed him the document and turned around to leave. Song Mingke frowned while holding the folder, and caught a glimpse of several colleagues looking at him from the corner of their eyes, but no one spoke, they were all just watching the show.

Song Mingke sighed in her heart, since she wanted to do it, she had to do it well and definitely impress everyone.It's just the days of overtime, when will it end?

As soon as the off-duty time came, the colleagues in the company immediately left cleanly, leaving only Song Mingke in his seat to work overtime.

It will be the beginning of winter in two days, and it will be completely dark after five o'clock in the afternoon.Looking at the weather outside, Song Mingke felt that it was too deserted around him. He somewhat missed the scene of eating hot pot with Chu Yi around the table. This kind of weather is very suitable for hot pot.After thinking about it for another two minutes, I felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

After working until ten o'clock, Song Mingke calculated the time, and should be able to produce results within a week, so she was ready to go home.

Walked to the parking lot, got in the car, and realized something was wrong.

The car won't start.

Song Mingke turned the key twice more, and found that it was indeed impossible to start the ignition.It was really cold in the car without air conditioning, and the wind seemed to seep in through the cracks in the windows.

Song Mingke was lazy in the afternoon and didn't eat anything. He only drank a cup of coffee and ate two pieces of toffee that his younger brother gave him. He was really hungry and cold for a while.

There was no way, he got out of the car, stood by the roadside and prepared to take a taxi home.

Maybe there are too many people taking taxis at night, and he has already ranked more than 20 people on the taxi-hailing software.Song Mingke quit the taxi-hailing app in frustration, and wanted to call Chu Yi and ask Chu Yi to pick him up.

Before the phone could be dialed, a dazzling light made Song Mingke squint his eyes.The black car slowly stopped beside Song Mingke, and the window was lowered, revealing Peng Huai's face.

"Ming Ke, are you leaving so late?"

"Manager Peng."

"What's the matter? I remember you didn't drive here? Why are you standing here?"

Song Mingke smiled, "There is something wrong with the car."

"If you don't mind, I'll take you home." Peng Huai smiled kindly.

Song Mingke shook his head, "Don't bother you, I'll call someone to pick me up, or take a taxi back. This is really too much trouble for you."

At this time, a gust of cold wind blew by, and Song Mingke couldn't help shrinking her neck.

"No trouble, no matter how you go back, you have to wait here. It's so cold, I'll take you back by the way. If you catch a cold, I can't let you go if you miss work."

Peng Huai blocked Song Mingke's mouth with a job. Song Mingke had no choice but to smile and get into Peng Huai's car, "Thank you, Manager Peng."

The author has something to say: Thank you everyone.