Su Xingyu waited in place for a while. Sure enough, someone came to pick her up. It was Lin Weilong.

Long time no see, Lin Weilong looks a little darker than before, and looks very good. As soon as he sees Su Xingyu, he starts to scold: "smelly girl, you forget our old friends when you are promising? I haven't seen you on the phone for such a long time. When I called, I asked for my help to move things? On this hot day, far away, are you sorry? "

Su Xingyu: "what did Ouyang Yi tell you?"

Lin Weilong: "he said that your thermos bucket is too heavy to carry, so he asked me to help. Why don't you call me directly? "

Su Xingyu: "yes, if I really want you by name, why don't I call you?"

Lin Weilong was stunned and suddenly realized that he had been cheated by Ouyang Yi. He immediately gnashed his teeth: "this smelly boy, I'll see if I go back and break him up! Stay in the cloud for a long time, even the elder dare to call! You're looking for him to carry things! "

Su Xingyu shook his wrist: "I'm a part of it. If I don't come here, I want to shake the pot, hum, hum." She's in a bad mood now and wants to beat others. Ouyang Yi bumps into the muzzle of a gun.

Lin Weilong picked up the heat preservation bucket at her feet and relaxed. Can't help but despise: "I said you are too weak, can't you carry so much weight? It's only for two... For two? Who did you bring the rice for today, to the edge? " He said, as if he had found a new world, and looked at Su Xingyu in horror.

Su Xingyu walked along with him holding the cup and sighed: "my husband works in the edge."

Lin Weilong showed an exaggerated expression: "is your husband a sharp one? Tut, it's amazing. It's said that the employees of edge can get 25 months' salary a year, and there are all kinds of dividends at the end of the year. Is that true or false? "

Su Xingyu wanted to sigh again: "I don't know..."

Lin Weilong made a fuss: "don't you know? Aren't you his wife? Don't tell me you don't care? "

Su Xingyu now a little regret to find someone to help carry things, even if it is Lin Weilong such a big man, gossip up the appearance is really terrible. "I haven't seen him get 25 salary anyway," she said weakly

"Oh..." Lin Weilong got it wrong. After a moment of silence, he turned to comfort her, "it doesn't matter. Ah Xingyu, I think you are so young, and your husband is not old, right? Young people, it's nothing to pay less at first. There's still a lot of room for improvement. "

Yes

She meditated in her heart that there was a lot of room for improvement. The boss of Lu Da would be the chairman of the board of directors again.

Do not want to entangle with Lin Weilong this topic, she urged him to leave the edge, to the cloud magazine across the street.

Although cloud magazine is just one street away from edge, it has two styles. The whole building is made of translucent crystal glass brick inlaid with red stone. The streamlined design is like a dream. If we say that the black-and-white gray building complex of blade group is a frigid reef, then the building of cloud magazine is a light red water Mermaid leaning against the reef, elegant and self-contained.

One is cold, one is warm, one is hard and one is soft, which together constitute the core landmark of the east area of s city.

At noon, the sun was shining.

Su Xingyu followed Lin Weilong into the building and took the transparent box elevator in the center of the building to rise slowly. Outside the elevator, the glittering and translucent building's outer wall with light red reflects light and shadow mottled, which covers the whole space and interweaves into a fairy tale world.

This is not her first time to the cloud, but no matter how many times she comes, she thinks it is so beautiful.

Just now and Lu Shifeng quarrel bad mood unconsciously dissipated, stepped out of the elevator, her small face has been hung with a smile of heartfelt pleasure. Find the rest area where Ouyang Yi is. She and Lin Weilong put down their things.

Ouyang Yi is chatting with two young female editors. Her handsome face is wearing a ruffian smile, which fascinates them. Seeing Su Xingyu, he said excuse me to the two female editors. He got up and walked over like a cat on the catwalk“ Oh, the trophy is good The first thing he saw was su Xingyu's trophy in the street shooting competition. He took it up and exclaimed, "it's a pity that I didn't engrave my name on it. I wish I could engrave it with you."

Su Xingyu rarely did not argue with him, saying: "thank you for the competition."

He put the cup down and looked at her with a charming smile: "thank you, my friend."

It's also a rare saying.

Then he looked at Su Xingyu's thermos bucket: "did you really bring rice? Isn't it really millet porridge? "

"Really." When it comes to this, Su Xingyu wants to cry. In fact, she also wants to eat meat.

"How did you think of taking this?" Ouyang Yi said as she began to take it directly. She took apart the heat preservation bucket, revealing the thick millet porridge and several delicate dishes inside. "Wow, it's all grass. Do you lose weight?""I'm not a model. I'll lose weight." Su Xingyu grinned and looked at him with a vicious smile. "I'll lose weight for you."

One side of Lin Weilong suddenly thought of something: "wait, Xingyu, don't you go to the edge to send food to your husband? How can you give it to Ouyang Yi now? Is he your husband? "

"It's a pleasure."

"It's a ghost!"

Two very different voices.

Su Xingyu glared at Ouyang Yi fiercely and said: "who said I brought you food! Don't you say no porridge! "

"Did you make it? I'll eat it if you make it."

"No!" Su Xingyu is very broken.

But Lin Weilong came up to join in the fun: "you don't even make your own meals for your husband. Your husband is so poor. Did you quarrel with him today? Otherwise, how can you bring the meal here? "

"He doesn't eat porridge, either!" Su Xingyu roared, and suddenly felt, why explain this to the two gossip men in front of him?

Ouyang Yi stares at the heat preservation bucket for a while, his eyes are slightly deep, and then he returns to a funny look. He stretched out a spoon to scoop up a spoonful of millet porridge and lengthened his voice: "millet porridge, nourishing stomach - Xingyu, does your husband have stomach trouble?"

Su Xingyu was stunned. She never thought about it.

Does Lu Shifeng have stomach disease?

She doesn't know. She's never seen him have any symptoms. I don't think so?

"Well, don't curse my husband," she said, grabbing his spoon. "Go, don't eat, don't stir. It's hot and easy to deteriorate."

"OK, OK," he returned the spoon to her, with a relaxed smile on his face. "Xingyu, you and Weilong go to the dining area to find a place to sit. I've ordered some dishes, which should be delivered soon. I'll go to the agent to ask and come back immediately."

Said, still with elegant and electric full pace left.