Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

Chapter 125:

Anning failed to fill her stomach in the end.

I brought out the pot and smelled the scent, Xiaoding first said that I would divide the chopsticks. When An Ning saw this, maybe she was embarrassed to eat alone, or she had no appetite to eat this small pot of noodles, so she suggested to share it as a side dish. The last portion of the noodles is divided among five people. My family does not have so many small bowls. Xiao Ding and the other person still ate the bowls with tin foil, which looks a bit funny.

“What kind of kimchi did you add?” someone asked me.

I spoke in detail again, saying: “I found it in an Asian supermarket when I was at school before. It can be said to be my lifesaver.”

An Ning laughed with them, without saying that she made me cook.

I asked quietly, “Do you want me to get you something to eat?”

“That’s great.” She shook her head. “Is there anything else in the kitchen that I can help? Do you want to clean up the dishes first?”

I just keep smiling: “Late later.”

The party ended before dinner, we went out to eat, and then ended. It can be seen that An Ning has been hesitant, but she didn’t find an excuse to come back and leave with them.

Anning may not sleep well tonight.

After returning home, I followed the method Liang Heng taught me earlier and found the running screen recording program. Judging from the time spent on the page, she is very clever, picking the important ones and shooting first, and then going back and shooting the secondary parts that I prepared for her at the forefront.

I opened a document and recorded in detail what An Ning took. There is a mess in the kitchen, and if it is left behind, some people will be upset to see it.

The phone lights up.

I turned on the screen as I walked, and Miss Pande’s new message read: “How is your party? I am exhausted today, and now I am lying on the sofa like a corpse.”

I paused.

The kitchen does not seem to be in a hurry to clean up.

“The corpse can’t type.” I typed, “Is your body okay? Do you want me to come over and relax your muscles?”

The “corpse” at the end of the chat window can not only type, but is also very fast: “That’s sweet. But I’m fine, thank you. I think after a party, the organizer should have a lot to clean up?”

I glanced at the kitchen, and then at the computer in front of the single-seater sofa that made me dream, it was difficult to tell exactly which part Miss Pan De was referring to.

Miss Pan De: “Please don’t tell me you are going to let the kitchen utensils stay in the sink overnight.”

I laughed at the phone, walked to the kitchen, and replied: “I will clean up. Oh, one more thing: Can you remove the surveillance camera?”

Miss Pan De: “It’s a good joke.”

I thought about it as I cleaned up, but I couldn’t find words suitable for expressing my feelings. Did you tell her directly that I missed her? Although it is not impossible…

I just don’t want to say that.

After washing the pots and bowls and clearing up a large bag of rubbish, she has not sent any new messages. I think Miss Pan De may be busy with something else, so she asked: “When will you come to our company next week?”

This week I only met her yesterday, and I didn’t see Miss Pan De at all on weekdays.

She replied to me after a few minutes: “I don’t think that will happen. I’m working on another project.”

Didn’t you come for two consecutive weeks? I was a little hesitant to express my concern, but after all we have an agreement not to talk about work, and I don’t want her to think that I am indirectly inquiring about something.

At this time, Miss Pande came with another message: “My friends in the dance classroom are going to Sentosa next weekend. Those are the ones you have seen. Do you want to join us?”

“Two days?”

“Yes.”

I did not reply immediately.

I definitely want to go. We originally had this plan; besides, those friends are obviously very important to Miss Pan De, and I naturally also attach great importance to them, hoping to spend more time with them.

But next week Kevin will inevitably contact me, the COO has every opportunity to meet him, the schedule will almost certainly be on the weekend.

My hand stayed in front of the screen for a long time, and finally typed: “I am not sure about the schedule for the next weekend. I will tell you later, okay?”

“Of course.” Miss Pan De returned quickly.

I thought she would ask one more question, but no.

I feel a little bit wrong.

But before I could think about it, her new news came again: “Did you miss me today?”

I just feel my heart beating faster.

I typed: “Yes.”

“I miss you too.” Miss Pan De said.

My cheeks were stiff, and it took me a long time to get back to my senses, and I realized that my muscles aches from my unconscious laughter, like a fool.

Then the phone shook again, and it was Miss Pande.

I click on it.

“Do you want a video?”

We often have the opportunity to meet in the video. Large-scale online meetings, progress discussions, and small meetings for two people due to my special tasks. But when you think about it, we seem to have never made a video as a private person.

She is indeed very tired, lying on her back on the sofa, holding her mobile phone, smiling at me looking pitiful and tired.

I sat down on the high stool: “Why don’t you fix the phone in a certain position? It will be very tired if you keep holding it like this.”

“You’re right,” she rolled over, the position of the person and the phone was upside down, “but this will make her neck hurt.”

I looked at her for a while: “From this perspective, you are a little strange.”

Miss Pan De’s eyebrows frowned slightly: “Don’t say nasty things.”

“Which word is nasty?”

She paused: “Your eyes are dirty.”

The conscience of heaven and earth, I have never been described that way in my life. I immediately retorted: “All I can see now is a mobile phone screen. What you said is not technically feasible.”

She squinted: “That’s because all you can get now is the screen.”

I got off the chair and said, “I will go to you now. I want to prove that my eyes have nothing to do with ‘indecent’.”

Miss Pan De lay down again and laughed. I can imagine what she looks like now lying on the sofa.

Miss Pan De said: “Come on.”

Why does she always look like a successful prank? It’s clear what it’s doing, but because she can’t catch her devil’s tail, people are tickling with anger, and seeing her smile happily, but can’t say a word to criticize her.

I sighed silently.

I think it’s in her hands.

“Why are you sighing like that?” She sat up a little bit. “I didn’t really mean to let you over. Are you in a bad mood?”

“No.” I raised my eyebrows, “I just lamented your mischief.”

“I’m not naughty.” Miss Pan De sat upright, her expression serious, “That’s a word for a child, Yao.”

I pursed my lips: “Yes, you speak as if I learned English on the first day.”

She seemed a little helpless, found something to support the phone behind her, and tilted her head slightly: “Okay. I want to ask someone who is not naughty, how are you doing today?”

“Disaster.” I said, “Like a nightmare, Ukiyo-e octopus vs. Godzilla.”

“Why…” She shook her head slightly.

“Ukiyo-e octopus, you know,” I thought for a long time how to pronounce “Kasushika Hokusai” in Roman accent, “It’s a painter from the Edo period…”

“I know which painting you are talking about.” She raised her eyebrows secretly, and there was a secret smile in her eyes. “I’m asking, why is it like a nightmare like that?”

I sat back on the sofa and took a breath: “Maybe it’s because both are scary?”

Miss Pande was very calm: “Don’t tell me you are Godzilla.”

“I don’t know.” I thought for a while, and mentioned another monster. “Maybe I’m Skula?”

She looked puzzled: “Why? Well, because you feel jealous?”

“No.” I shook my head in confusion, where and where? I said: “Because, look, isn’t my opponent an octopus? Then Skula’s head also has many tentacles…”

She seemed less and less able to keep up with my train of thought.

I stopped and asked, “Don’t you know what it is? Skoura is a monster in the Godzilla series.”

“Yeah.” Miss Pande looked at me for a few seconds. “Have you ever heard of “Enemy in the back”?”

The literal translation of that phrase is “between Skula and Charybdis”. Charybdis, I know, the whirlpool weird—oh.

In “Odyssey”.

I opened my hand: “I am a foreigner, you have to understand.”

Miss Pan De pointed to herself: “Am I very unlike a foreigner to you?”

I quibbleed: “You have a PhD degree in liberal arts!”

She raised her eyelashes.

I sat upright: “You really know a lot, Sonia. I will say that your reminder is very helpful. Thank you.”

She lowered her head and her shoulders trembled slightly.

I saw her laughing, but the person still acted calmly when she spoke: “Anyway, Miss Skula, can you please tell me why you feel you are fighting with the same big octopus?”

I was embarrassed by her questioning and bit my lower lip: “I also feel strange. I just subconsciously said the metaphor just now… Now when I look back and think about it, it is obviously because of your misleading. Yes, it is yours. mistaken.”

Miss Pan De frowned: “I’m sorry?”

“I would say that among us, I am not necessarily the only one who needs to learn more about new things. Monotonous perspectives, unconventional views, and urgently-renewed knowledge are all limiting you-Godzilla’s series is What belongs to the public is not limited to children.” I talked eloquently, “And Godzilla can be a role as a guardian of the earth. You can say that it is terrifying and… powerful. The octopus is just Fantasy. It’s just a human fantasy. It can represent a certain desire, but it’s definitely not reality.”

Miss Pande confessed: “I can’t keep up with your thoughts at all.”

I nodded: “Yes, this is my purpose.”

I started to laugh.

Her flames gathered little by little. Miss Pan De glared at me. Unfortunately, across the screen, this ‘sick cat” deterred me from taking it seriously.

She seemed to have picked up Ben from the side and searched for something. Finally, she looked at me with a serious face and said viciously: “You are five years old!”

It is the Mandarin pronunciation of the word with a round tone.