Thousands of years old silly white sweet

In a dark and narrow warehouse.

Dong Changqing sat on Xiujue's lap holding a ball of wool, her face was flushed after intimacy, "I, I want to give it to you..."

"Didn't you just say that you want to give it to Boss Ma?"

"That, that is, I lied to you, I want to surprise you."

Surprised to be found, Dong Changqing was a little depressed, he puffed up his cheeks, and said dissatisfiedly, "You know that I lied to you, why can't you pretend that you don't know."

Xiujue thought about it, it seemed to be the case, but he was too excited and happy just now, and couldn't think so much, "Okay, from now on I'll pretend I don't know."

"No! You already know it, so what's the surprise?"

What he meant was obvious, and he didn't intend to continue weaving scarves.

How can this be.

Xiujue poked his face, "Then don't be surprised, just congratulate me, I will be very happy if you give me a scarf."

"really?"

"Of course." She wanted to fly up and circle in the air happily.

"That's good." Dong Changqing pursed her lips and smiled, a deep dimple appeared on her white and tender cheeks, "I will definitely make it before the Chinese New Year and give it to you."

They are going to celebrate New Year together.

This realization put Xiujue in a good mood, "Well, I'll prepare a gift for you too."

Dong Changqing covered her ears with a whoosh, and shook her head vigorously, "Don't tell me! I want a surprise."

Xiujue pulled his hand down and smiled helplessly, "I didn't intend to say whether you get off work at five o'clock today."

It's cold, and it's getting dark early, no matter if it's an early or late shift, you can leave work an hour earlier, "Yeah."

"I have to work overtime until seven o'clock, you are fine, go to my office... Take the wool and knit there."

Dong Changqing nodded obediently.

After get off work, Dong Changqing changed out of her overalls, put the wool and long needles in her bag, and waved to Li Chuang and the others with a smile, "I'll go find my brother, you go back first."

"One day you don't go to your brother, we have no intention of waiting for you at all."

"..."

It seems so.

do not care.

Dong Changqing carried his small bag and walked briskly to the main entrance of Xiuren Group.

The security guard knew his face so well, he greeted him politely, "You're here."

"hello."

After entering to inquire, Dong Changqing went straight to the president's special elevator and went up to the office on the top floor.

When the secretaries who were about to get off work saw him, they all smiled like flowers. To put it bluntly, it seemed to have entered the palace of the Seven Fairies, and to put it bluntly, it looked like a spider spirit's silk hole.

"I'm here to find President Xiu."

"President Xiu is in a meeting with the general managers of several departments and will be back soon."

"Then I'll wait for him inside." After Dong Changqing finished speaking, she walked into the office and stopped in two steps, "Well, do any of you know how to weave scarves?"

When a young girl went to school, knitting scarves was never popular in school. When Dong Changqing asked, many secretaries responded, "I will." "I will."

Holly evergreen looked happy.

Zhao Yingying was busy knitting a scarf for her boyfriend, so she didn't have time to teach him. He couldn't figure it out after watching the video, "Then, can any of you teach me?"

Selina joked, "Who are you knitting for?"

"President Xiu."

The women suddenly cheered up, "Okay! We will teach you!"

When Xiujue came back from the meeting, as soon as he got out of the elevator, he saw a large group of people in the secretary's office area. Dong Changqing was sitting among a group of women, concentrating on fiddling with wool.

Also studious.

"Do you want to work overtime?"

The secretaries looked up and saw their president standing there with a gloomy face, they shook their heads quickly, "Let's go now, let's go now."

In 2 minutes, more than a dozen secretaries slipped away, obviously knowing that the president is in a good mood and won't care about them.

"President Xiu, I've learned it."

Xiujue rubbed his head like a reward, "Tomorrow is the annual holiday, I'm a bit busy today, you may have to wait a little longer."

Dong Changqing raised her eyes and showed a faint smile, "It's okay, you are busy with your work, I will weave mine, and neither of us will bother anyone."

"Okay." Xiujue couldn't help but kissed his cheek.

If Dong Changqing is not an independent entity, but something like a silver bracelet, then Xiujue really wants to carry him in his pocket.

The huge floor fell silent, Xiu Jue sat behind the computer, but was always distracted, wanting to take a look at Dong Changqing from time to time.

He knew that his current situation was an addiction.

However, that strong self-control has disappeared with the appearance of Dong Evergreen.

"Winter."

"Huh?" Dong Changqing pulled out of the complicated knitting and looked at Xiujue blankly, "What's wrong?"

"Why don't you look at me?"

"I'm looking at you."

Xiujue pursed his lips, and reasoned with him calmly, "I stared at you for 2 minutes just now, and you didn't even glance at me."

Xiujue should be the only person in the world who can say such words with such confidence.

But it is still impossible to get it so straightforward, Dong Changqing should be the only one, "I am knitting a scarf, how can I see you, and we have agreed that no one will disturb anyone."

After a pause, he imitated Boss Ma's tone and said, "Aren't you lazy and want to play, the work is not finished yet."

"...Forget it, you knit, and pretend I didn't say anything." Xiujue's tone was a little depressed.

After finishing the work in hand, Xiu Jue decisively turned off the computer. As the president of the company, he has exactly the same thoughts as those secretaries. Hurry up to get off work and go home.

No, he is more like a primary school student who is about to have winter vacation and is in the last class. He can't wait to leave school, and he cheers all the way, "Dongdong, let's go."

Dong Changqing was still unhurried, "Don't worry, I'll just finish weaving this point."

Damn scarf.

Xiujue walked up to him quickly, leaned down, supported his head with his palm, and kissed his lips forcefully. After a long time, he said slowly, "Let's go, I'm hungry."

Dong Changqing immediately put away the scarf, her eyes were bright and shining, "Let's eat hot pot!"

"Eating hot pot again? Are you afraid..." Xiujue wanted to say, aren't you afraid of getting angry, but it was only when he got to his mouth that he remembered that he was really not afraid, "Okay, let's eat hot pot."

There is a delicious hot pot restaurant near the company. The two walked there without driving.

As soon as you enter the door, you will be surrounded by dense fog.

"Wow, so many people."

"Today is a small year, of course there will be more people, there are places over there."

The two sat down at the junction of the first and second floors, Dong Changqing leaned against the glass, Xiujue turned his back to the stairs, "Do you want a mandarin duck pot?"

Xiujue nodded.

"You really don't like spicy food? It's delicious!"

"No, don't eat."

Dong Changqing regrets that he missed the delicious food.

Although there are many people in the hot pot restaurant, the efficiency is very fast, and everything they ordered was served in a short while.

Dong Changqing held a piece of fresh and tender beef with long chopsticks, and rinsed it in the spicy pot, "It smells so good..."

"I don't know how to eat incense."

Get angry.

He was wearing a striped suit, with a calm demeanor and a handsome appearance. Dong Changqing's eyes were very interesting to Dong Changqing when he mentioned the spicy pot.

Dong Changqing narrowed his eyes and laughed, lowering his head and putting the cooked beef into his mouth.

"Ah——" "Bang——"

Dong Changqing looked up, the smile on his face disappeared.

Thirty seconds ago, in the kitchen behind Xiujue, the waiter was walking towards this side with a soup pot, and on the stairs next to him, a child ran down in a hurry and bumped into each other. Sprinkled on Xiujue's shoulder.

"President Xiu...President Xiu..."

Xiujue's face was pale, with a layer of cold sweat on his forehead, he tilted his head slightly, and pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly, "It's nothing, just lukewarm water."