Time stopped for a few seconds, Xia Mu felt Song Fuxing's gaze fall on her, and she slowly raised her head.

Song Fuxing lowered his eyes and looked at her without saying anything.

Xia Mu quickly withdrew his hand holding his shirt, so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say. Today must be the most unlucky day in the year she passed!

Song Fuxing reached out and closed his shirt casually, but looked at her, cold and indifferent, and didn't know what he was thinking. Xia Mu was uncomfortable with his careless eyes.

She now fully realized that it was not only the cold boy standing in front of her, but she had grown into a man. He didn't do anything, and his every move and vision could make people's hearts beat.

The conference room was already quiet, and the slight sound of the clothes seemed even more ambiguous.

Xia Mu stayed there for a while before realizing that she was looking for buttons, but her skirt and high heels were not suitable for squatting down. She made up her mind and could only kneel on the carpet and search carefully.

She has a good figure and is usually casual in her clothes, but she is more professional at work. Her light blue hip-clad mid-skirt is so thin that she is so full of waist. This kneeling makes the waist-hip line proportions almost perfect.

It would be even more strange just by kneeling like this, especially if it was seen by someone with rich association like Yu Tezhu.

Xia Mu didn't notice it, and glanced at the ground carefully but found only one. He couldn't help but look at Song Fuxing's feet, "Sit down and wait, I'll find it soon."

Song Fuxing leaned over and stretched out his hand to pull her up, "Get up, don't look for it."

Xia Mu was easily pulled up by him, and for a moment he was stunned. He watched his shirt re-packed. Although he couldn't see inside when he was closed, it would be strange if the shirt was neat and flat, such as the shirt, lacking a button. Although he was wearing it now, he was not going to the runway now.

If he can work in the President's Office of the Xiasheng Group, he will definitely have strict requirements on his clothes. He will probably be scolded and criticized in this way.

Xia Mu looked at his shirt and was a little worried, "I'll go down and buy you one now."

"I have a spare shirt." Song Fuxing leaned over and picked up her resume that she fell to the ground.

Xia Mu watched him bent down, and his legs were longer and slender, and his belt was narrower. His shirt could not hide his smooth and powerful waistline. Even the side lines were particularly confusing. He was wearing a formal dress, but he gave people a kind of gentle and scaly face.

Her ears were inexplicably red.

"Your resume?"

Xia Mu nodded, shook his head quickly, and quickly reached out to get it. She could ask anyone for help, but if this person was Song Fuxing, she would definitely not be able to speak.

"I'm sorry, I used your name to get in. I will definitely invite you to dinner in the future. I'll go down right now."

Song Fuxing didn't give her, so he opened his resume and took a rough look. It was probably because his resume was indeed quite beautiful. He didn't hand it back to her, and casually pulled the stool and sat down, "Sit down and I'll ask you a few questions."

"Ah?" Xia Mu was so nervous that he was a little unresponsive by his serious look.

Song Fuxing raised his eyes, his tone was also dull, "Since you have come up, we will go through the process and will not waste much time."

Seeing him say this, Xia Mu became a little more rational. After thinking about his situation, he sat down in front of him.

Song Fuxing looked at her study experience and said lightly, "Your major is jewelry design. Why do you want to be an assistant? This is just a temporary job, which is completely contrary to your major."

Song Fuxing can easily change her work state, but she is so nervous that she can't turn her mind. She is not as miserable as her. Who will go to the interview? Will the interviewer she meets have someone she has been in a crush on in high school for a long time?

She stammered, "Because...because I want this opportunity."

“What opportunity?”

Xia Mu couldn't say anything. How would she tell him about her current situation in front of him? How would she tell him that if she did not achieve certain achievements in her career, she would have to sacrifice her marriage.

But it was precisely because of this that she realized that she had no need to be nervous in front of Song Fuxing. It was impossible between them. She didn't need to take care of any self-esteem in front of him. She just wanted to treat him as a familiar stranger.

Xia Mu quickly adjusted his condition and said seriously and bluntly, "I want an opportunity. This should be what every designer wants. It can make the works he designed be seen and recognized. If he can become an assistant to the president's office, there will be more opportunities than my current position."

Song Fuxing looked at her for a moment, but didn't say anything, and lowered his eyes to read her resume.

He watched carefully, and the long-term silence made Xia Mu unconsciously nervous, not when facing the person he liked, but when facing the tension of an interviewer.

Moreover, this interviewer was a former high school god. Her intellectual crush made her feel nervous and suffocated. She could not even imagine what questions he would ask.

Just as she was restless, the man opposite suddenly spoke, "The love letters you wrote before often have typos, and sometimes the handwriting was so sloppy that it could not be seen at all..."

Sha Mu: "?!"

Xia Mu's nervousness was instantly broken, and she didn't expect that he would bring up his love letter at this time!

A shy and unspeakable past of youth...

Song Fuxing raised his eyes slightly, Qinggui said introvertedly and coldly: "You also mentioned some unrealistic things. The back of the figure is about father's love and is not used to confess. You should not imitate the behavior of your father in it and go over the school wall to buy oranges for the person you like."

Sha Mu: “………-_-#”

Whoever writes a love letter is so particular? That isn’t it a natural and chaotic relationship that is deep in love. Can you write a love letter on impulse?!

When it comes to love, it is normal to have a sloppy handwriting, not to mention that if she doesn't have the courage to hand over a love letter?

I went over the wall to buy oranges just to express her love for him.

If she could, she would love him unconditionally like his dad.

Deep love without asking for reward ~

Is this a very common analogy technique good?

She retorted a lot in her mind, but she didn't dare to speak on the surface, so she just said cautiously, "That... Mr. Song, you must have misunderstood something. You seem to be my resume, not a love letter..."

"Yeah?"

Song Fuxing asked in a light expression, with a short and gentle ending note, with only two words completely breaking her confidence.

Seeing his expression, Xia Mu suddenly became uncertain. Did she accidentally clip her previous love letter into it?!

This is impossible. Her love letter was clearly hidden under the book in the drawer at home and she didn't take it out easily.

She couldn't help but look at the resume in his hand without any trace.

Song Fuxing didn't know if she saw her actions, so he closed his resume and ended the brief interview. "I just remind you that work is not like being in school, and no mistakes are allowed, even if you are just a temporary assistant."

Xia Mu stopped hearing this and remembered the only intersection in high school. He was much colder that day than he is now, and even scared her a little.

That time should have made him feel bad, so I still remember it freshly.

Thinking of this, his reminder is understandable. After all, even if you can make such a big mistake in sending love letters, it is normal for him to be dissatisfied.

This interview is indeed a process, and a symbolic question should be just to make her, a high school classmate, look better on the surface.

Although he is cold and talks little, he has never had that kind of superior attitude, and is good for classmates or friends.

I just hope that he can see the feelings of their classmates in the past and not fire her because of such a big mistake today. Anyway, she is not on the 82nd floor, and there is no possibility of meeting again. After all, they have never encountered each other in the same building before.

When Xia Mu thought of this, he couldn't help but laugh. Fate is really wonderful. Without fate, there is no fate. It is useless to force it. Even if you are in the same place, you don't have the chance to meet.

If it weren't for the class reunion or today's accident, she might not have seen him again in her life.

Xia Mu remembered just now, remembered the tea I had before, and remembered that he did not reply to his friend's request. The little bit of pretentiousness in his heart disappeared in an instant, and he almost vomited blood.

It’s better not to meet him! He must now think she is a woman with ulterior motives!

Song Fuxing got up and went to open the door. Xia Mu followed him forward, stammering and explaining his innocence, "That...that Song...Mr. Song, what is the point of asking you to go upstairs for tea before? Don't get me wrong, I don't mean that?"

Song Fuxing raised his eyebrows slightly and turned to look at her, "What does it mean?"

Isn’t this meaning easy to understand? Why should adults ask so clearly?

Xia Mu was so embarrassed that he smoked above his head and said subtly: "That's what he means..."

Chinese culture is profound and profound, and the word "meaning" is very interesting.

She and someone who is familiar with literature and science like Song Fuxing can only be amused by others...

Song Fuxing opened the door, and the corner of his lips was slightly invisible, as if he was puzzled, "Miss Xia, I don't quite understand what you said. Can you explain what you mean?"

Xia Mu was hit by a critical blow and realized that he did it on purpose. He actually... would even make bad jokes?
Chapter completed!