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Chapter 2 Meeting You Is the Most Beautiful Accident 13

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    After finishing this sentence, the pen in his hand stopped.

    What are you doing?  Even if I asked my subordinates for something, I still had to explain it.

    Wei Yingzi knew that An Rumo had stayed abroad, so such a request seemed logical.

    Seeing that she was still unmoved, he added, "Why don't I help you with something that is both tactful and evocative." After finishing speaking, he leaned forward, resting his chin on one hand, revealing a completely different look from when he was working.  sly smile.

    Both euphemistic and fragrant?  Yingzi waved her hands again and again, she didn't want to bring herself into trouble just because of a name.

    She pondered for a moment, "That's called easy. It's like my Chinese name."

    "Easy?"

    Yingzi nodded indifferently, but her thoughts drifted back to that carefree time.

    An Rumo looked at her with sharp eyes, and could easily see the absent-minded fascination on her face.

    "There is an allusion to this name?" An Rumo became curious.

    Yingzi withdrew her gaze, and Tian Tian smiled, "No, my childhood playmate said it was similar to my name."

    After hearing what she said, An Rumo began to savor it carefully.

    Sure enough, heroic, easy.

    It is indeed very similar.

    "Then call it this." An Rumo nodded, looking at Yingzi.

    Yingzi poked her neck for a long time, but finally agreed reluctantly.

    However, for several days in a row, she was obviously unresponsive to the name "easy".

    Just at this moment, the intercom phone on the desk rang.

    Yingzi picked up the phone with her left hand, while she was still writing something on the paper with her right hand.

    A nice male voice came from the microphone, "easy, tea."

    At that moment, she suddenly felt as if she had passed away, and the almost similar voice brought her back to the past, the youthful time when "you love to chat and I love to laugh. The wind is blowing in the trees and the birds are singing".

    Seeing that she didn't respond, An Rumo was a little surprised.

    "Easy?" His voice continued to come slowly through the phone line.

    "Yes, Mr. An." Wei Yingzi came to her senses, "Come right away."

    A cup of green tea is as clear as washing, and the tea is fragrant.

    Wei Yingzi sent it to An Rumo and reminded by the way, "Mr. An, the meeting will start in half an hour. These are the materials needed for the meeting."

    And An Rumo took a sip of tea, and said, "easy, this is just your name, your name at work, I don't want you to mix it with other things, especially personal feelings."

    Yingzi was taken aback for a moment, but still nodded intuitively with a smile, "Yes, I understand, Mr. An."

    Then, he turned and left.

    She knows how to quietly settle in a corner.

    That is a name full of emotion, not about family affection, not about love, but about friendship.  It's just that the few people now are separated from each other, and they don't know where to end. That memory has indescribable pain for her.

    Belongs to the pain of youth.

    An Rumo finished his tea contentedly, put away the things on the table, walked out the door with vigorous steps, and paused for a while when passing the small room outside, "easy."

    His tone was frivolous, it seemed to be full of affection, and it seemed to be whispering familiarly, Yingzi's heart was shocked, the tip of the pen paused, the ink dripped, and the paper was smudged with black marks.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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