Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

In March, the company's stock price fell below $150 per share. Instead of rushing to sell stocks that have reached the lock-up period, I invested most of my cash in the stock market.

Miss Pan De’s opinion on the stock price of our company is contrary to mine. After all, she is one of the people behind the sniper war. The dispute over positions is understandable. She is short, and I am long, and no one can convince anyone.

Seeking common ground while reserving differences, you can’t hurt your peace for money, right?

Besides, now my shareholding situation will also be included in the annual report. I really want to reduce holdings and there are still a lot of procedures to go. I am a long-term player, and naturally I maintain a tit-for-tat based on wisdom and dignity.

Last year, Miss Pan De's income was very limited, at least not twice that of mine. Because of this, I ignored the objective facts and gained some subtle courage in the negotiation, asking her to move out of her penthouse apartment and come to live with me.

Miss Pan De refused very simply: "My home is close to you and my company."

I then asked to choose a house with a suitable location, and the excuse was even more grandiose: I said that I wanted to have the experience of seeing the house and imagining the future life with her.

This reason moved her for two minutes, but soon Miss Pande realized the problem of the vacancy of the house, and in turn convinced me. It is difficult to find suitable tenants for her house, even if anyone has the intention to take care of the house like that, I would not bear to give it to outsiders.

After comforting myself with "more passive income", "Her family is my home", "I can work overtime at the company if I quarrel", I reluctantly put my house in the rental agency and listed it and officially moved out Went to Miss Pan De's house and lived with her.

Miss Pan De generously surrendered her cloakroom and assigned the study to me, but I was expressly forbidden to work overtime after 12 o'clock in the evening.

Lao Huang and his colleagues have both gone to Green Superman now. The new partners have not been added in time, and there are strange affairs in Europe that need to be familiarized as soon as possible. Sometimes it is difficult for me not to think about it. Such a one-way treaty can be regarded as a kind of her right. My embarrassment.

But when it comes to night, I share the bed with her, a good sleep, and I open my eyes. The first person I see is her, but I can't say anything about my protest.

I am the luckiest person in the world.

By the way, the perfect refrigerator moved here at my strong request. There is such a large home appliance in our living room abruptly. Its eye-catching degree can be compared with the red dance skirt in the glass cabinet.

Moreover, they are all the same waste: the perfect refrigerator is usually only used for drinking water.

When I returned to my bedroom after the video conference on Friday, I was taken aback. Miss Pan De put on the newly bought seaweed mask, lying on the bed and reading "Spots on the Wall".

Recently I have become accustomed to the ordinary side of her occasionally not so **** and charming. My focus is not on her messy hair, horrible color mask, or childish look lying on the bed.

I am looking at the wall.

It is not a spot on the wall—there is no spot on the wall, only a pair of legs of Miss Pande.

Yes, her two legs are sticking to the wall so straight and parallel to the ground, as if she was measuring something with her legs. This picture is too--too--too easy to trigger human empathy, I feel pain just looking at it, she can even read a book with a cross-cut!

Miss Pan De saw me coming in, said hello, and put the book aside. She still maintained that position.

I sat by the bed, hesitated for a while, still said: "Does it hurt? Your leg."

"Not at all." Miss Pan De shook her head, "This is very comfortable."

I took a breath.

I decided not to discuss this issue with people who danced all the year round. I just said, "I always thought you insisted on putting the bed against the wall because of habit. You know, some people think that sleeping like this will make them feel safer."

"Do you want to sleep outside?" Miss Pande tilted her head upside down, "I like to stretch the ligaments like this. It's very convenient and you can read a book at the same time. But I can stretch on the ground to have the same effect. We can move the bed to the middle so that both people can sleep on the outside-if you wish."

"It's okay." I leaned down and kissed her on the forehead.

Miss Pan De opened her eyes, looked at me, and suddenly began to laugh. She immediately pressed her cheek, but with an unbearable smile, she stumbled and said, "Yao, your mouth..."

I picked up my phone and took a photo, dumbly: "Your mask is too bad!"

I looked like a kid who had just stolen a whole pack of Oreo and didn't even notice anything unusual.

"It has nothing to do with quality." She still forced herself not to laugh.

According to Ms. Pan De, if you make an expression that is too large when applying the mask, wrinkles will easily grow. I think this is a completely false concept, but I cannot convince her: If I make her laugh at this time, she will even get angry.

For the sake of family harmony, I immediately got up and went to the bathroom to wash my mouth.

On Saturday, Miss Pande always wakes up earlier than me. After waking up today, she didn't practice basic skills. We dressed up separately—she asked me to hide in the study after dressing up—and then met in the living room with a sense of ritual and started a whole day of dating.

Miss Pan De and I went to eat SCC’s Hainanese Chicken Rice. After the meal, we had afternoon tea in the club.

A year has passed, I am afraid that I would not have thought that the casual agreement back then would come true.

I met her and knew each other, relying on a little bit of fortune, courage with mankind, determination of mankind, and love of mankind.

There is no **** in this world.

But she and I have each other.

"You're right, the scenery is great." I retracted my gaze from the window, sipped my lipstick tea, and said, "The light is also very good, but it may be more suitable for business meetings or general gatherings."

She held her arms: "Are you dissatisfied with the date I chose?"

"No, of course not." I said immediately, "The point of dating is people, not places. Your reward is already an honor for me."

Miss Pan De glanced at me, and just asked: "What kind of place do you like?"

"Where you are." I said a perfect answer.

She was obviously dissatisfied with full marks: "I'm serious. High-altitude restaurant? Maybe something closer to nature?"

Seeing her being so serious, I pondered for a moment: "Or go to an exhibition together? Museums and other places that can bring topics and provide spiritual satisfaction."

Miss Pan De seemed to feel the same way and smiled: "We only went to the museum last week. This is a cultural desert, and we are forbidden here..."

"To be honest, I am not so repulsive of the'foot' itself." I looked at her, "If navigation becomes safer, you and I can no longer sleep in the same bed every day. We will wake up in a strange place, Get together in a hurry every weekend-and usually only come back to Singapore on Friday night. The exhaustion of commuting will prevent us from dating, and I really like dating you."

She squinted her eyes, her expression unconcealed triumphantly: "At least dating will make you more and more good at expressing your emotions. I also like the idea that you like to date me."

I laughed: "So, do you like to date me?"

Miss Pan De raised her eyebrows.

I lowered my head and smiled. Her confession or petition is no longer needed, and the answer is self-evident.

The most comforting thing in the world is that someone connects with you.

"If you don't consider the people who are afflicted by the disease and the hindered economic development," I asked, "Which one would you prefer, people keep their distance, or resume previous communication?"

Miss Pan De thought for a while: "I still prefer a safe world."

I nodded.

"We can go to various places together, expand the boundaries of life, and taste delicious... I also want to show you to meet my parents." She shrugged, "People work and live normally, of course, for us In other words, maybe there is less time to meet and more time to separate. But I still think that the short separation is meaningful. We put our energy into our career and see a small area that is gained by our own dedication. A little improvement, it really makes a sense of accomplishment. I mean, that’s why we go to work, isn’t it?"

I blinked: "I work mainly because I need to make money."

Miss Pan De held her forehead and smiled happily.

"By the way," she raised her eyelashes, "the last time we ate here, you lied to me to say that'Wanzhuang' is pronounced'oil'."

I pursed my mouth and looked at her sincerely: "I shouldn't do that."

She shook her head slightly: "You have already apologized to me for this. I meant to say that you mentioned a poet..."

"Oh!" I shot, "Wang Zhihuan. He was from the Tang Dynasty and worked in a small town in Langfang. The few poems he has circulated to this day are familiar to native Chinese speakers, but the famous works have the same themes. Langfang has nothing to do."

Miss Pan De smiled, her eyes lightly brushed at me: "For example?"

I can't help her to see this way, but there was no reason to refuse, so I immediately memorized it to her, and then intermittently translated it: "He wrote a poem, uh, "Go to the Bird Watching Tower", "The sun disappears in the mountains." Immediately, the Yellow River entered the sea. If you want to see 500 kilometers away at a glance, you can climb another layer.'"

Miss Pan De pursed her lips: "Are you sure that the building is called the Bird Watching Tower?"

I gestured: "That's a kind of bird...I don't know what'Crane' says-that's not important, it's the content of the poem, especially the last sentence. It's really famous and profound."

She looked at me and said slowly: "You mean, what is profound is'If you want to see 500 kilometers away at a glance'?"

I took a breath: "It's really not as bad as my translation."

Miss Pan De looked at me for a moment, and finally said, "I should try my best to learn Chinese."

"I can translate better!" I was not convinced, "You let me try again..."

"I think it will be faster for me to learn the original text by myself than that."

"Ancient poem is difficult! You let me try again, "The setting sun is swallowed by the mountain peaks, the Yellow River melts in the sea...""

"The problem is not the first two sentences, dear. You know that I love you, but'seeing five hundred kilometers at a glance' is really—"

"That's an imaginary sign! An imaginary sign! And it's actually'one thousand li', the quantifier thousand is in Chinese..."

Our argument continued until sunset, and Miss Pande was bathed in golden light, leaving a silhouette of us walking side by side on the sidewalk.

The sun will rise tomorrow as usual.

Love will continue to every tomorrow.

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