C19 Chance Encounter

Tong Zimei did not know that she went to bed to rest. When she woke up, Tian Tun and Jane were no longer at home.

There was a bowl of breakfast on the table downstairs. A note was left on the table: Aunt Mei, I'll take Jane to school first. Just now, Director Liao called and told you to go to work at noon, Tian.

At the end of the letter was Jane's slightly crooked words: Mom, you should rest up. I'll be going to school. See you tonight. The words at the back were slightly scrawled, and it was obvious that Jane had hastily added them before she left: Mom, we need to eat stewed prawns with oil for dinner.

Tong Zimei couldn't help but laugh when she saw this note. Then, she felt a bit disappointed. Ever since she found a job, she had obviously spent less time with her child.

But there was no point in thinking about it.

Tong Zimei looked outside. It was already late in the morning and the hour hand of the watch was ten.

She ate a simple breakfast, not forgetting to dress up. That was because when he had returned last night, Liao Sanwen had inadvertently mentioned that the CEO might be going to inspect some departments. As the boss' assistant, she naturally had to have a full spirit. She took out the foundation of the powder and evenly swept a layer of ivory white powder on her face. Then she added a thin layer of eye shadow on her eyelids to make her eyes look a little more natural.

Then he changed into his commuter clothes, a black tunic and a white shirt. Beneath them was a short, homochromatic black skirt that covered just four fingers above the knee, revealing the curves of her legs.

Ordinary people, especially young people, would feel the dull black and white and the hundred shades, but they just so happened to fit Tong Zimei's mind. Ever since she had broken the promise she had made to that man ten years ago, she had lost all color in her world. It was as if all that was left was black and white, and endless amounts of gray. Thus, in her wardrobe, there was only black, white, and grey.

Even Tian Tian was confused, although Aunt Mei was only ten years older than her, and had a child, but she still looked a few years older. Which one of the pretty girls at this age was not dressed up beautifully, displaying the elegance of youth? Looking at Tong Zimei's wardrobe, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. The closet was full of clothes that Ou Ba Sang had no choice but to wear. "Aunt Mei, how old are you? Do you feel bored wearing these colors all day long?"

Dong Zimei only smiled and shook her head. "Aunt Mei likes that color." In fact, when the heart has degenerated into a desert, isn't everything the same color? What's the difference between red and green and black and white?

But Tian Tian did not think that way, after a while, she suddenly realized, perhaps Aunt Mei was still missing her father, in her heart she suddenly felt admiration for Tong Zi Mei, this Aunt Mei really was an infatuated person, her father had already been gone for so long and still could not let her go. Since discovering this secret, she had immediately told the news to her loving father in the photo.

Tong Zi Mei finished tidying up and picked up her bag. When she went out to put the key in her bag, she discovered that there was a text message on her phone.

She flipped open the message and saw that it was a new number. "You're not up yet, are you? You are allowed to be three hours late today. "

Her cell phone did not contain any phone numbers from anyone in the company. It was the office phone Liao Sharwin had used to call her before. She did not need to ask to know that this phone call belonged to Liao Sanwen. It had the typical tone of a superior.

Looking at the time, it was nine in the morning. At that time, she was still in her dreams.

The morning sun was clear and bright. It shone through the layers of leaves of the tall phalanx on either side of the Wutong Road, spreading a patchy shadow across the asphalt.

The morning air was very fresh. Tong Zi Mei took a deep breath and suddenly felt that such a life wasn't bad. In the past, he would always be immersed in the devil's heart that he was unable to escape from. He felt guilty, sad, yearning, tormented … If the vicissitudes of life from the bottom of her heart could be truly reflected on her face, she would have been filled with regret long ago.

Tong Zimei walked briskly out of the wutong street and stopped a taxi at the side of the road. She smiled and said, "Teacher, please excuse me for a moment. I'm at the Tenghua Building."

Along the way, the cool wind from the open window blew her short chestnut hair, which tickled her face. Looking at the tall and short buildings that shuttled past, she recalled that the teacher on the train couldn't help but look at her twice more when he heard that it was the "Tenghua Tower". Tong Zimei suddenly felt that she was alive again, that's right, her life shouldn't be limited to that confined space, she was almost thirty years old, and she still had a few more decades left.

She got out of the car, paid the driver, and walked up the front steps of the building.

At this moment, there was a group of people walking out of the Tenghua Building. Tong Zimei had just arrived at work, so she naturally did not know that the person who came out was the company's top management. Separated by the revolving door, he felt that more than ten people wearing suits and suits were walking towards the exit with solemn expressions, surrounding the center like a crowd of stars surrounding the moon.

Before she could see clearly, the reporters had already gathered around the door, surrounding her and pushing her to the side.

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"Ka Ka", the lights were on and the reporters were asking questions one after another.

"I would like to ask the CEO if you have any confidence in capturing the 4 and 5 plot of the land reserve project?"

"The company is very strong. Why didn't they participate in the auction for the West Ring's outfield?"

"May I ask Mr CEO …"

Excited reporters were asking all sorts of questions, mixed with the voices of bodyguards and security guards at the entrance, "Excuse me."

Even if Tong Zimei didn't listen to them intentionally, she could still clearly hear the gossip questions about her privacy mixed in with these questions.

However, no matter how many questions the reporters threw at them or how many people surrounded them, the CEO in the middle acted as if he didn't hear them, calmly walking towards the luxurious car waiting at the door amidst the crowd of bodyguards who had cleared the road. They didn't say anything until they got in the car and closed the door.

The bodyguards also got into the back of the car. Within five seconds, the leading Rolls-Royce had led the other cars away, leaving behind the excited reporters who were holding onto their microphones by the entrance.

Tong Zimei, who had been squeezed to the side, finally had the chance to enter the building through the revolving door. She got on the elevator and pressed the button for the fifty-sixth floor.

She did not notice that among the group of people that had just come out, there was someone who had been staring at her for a long time.

Zhao Min, who was mixed in the crowd, inadvertently raised her head and saw the familiar figure who caught his car at the entrance of the company that day.