Liang Zi still parked his car far away at the intersection, and stood at the entrance of the project department courtyard with a shopping bag.

Bai Wanwan ran over, took the shopping bag, and smiled at Liangzi: "Thank you."

Liang Zi shook his head: "You're welcome."

The night was too dark, covering up his cramps and blushing.

Bai Wanwan waved his hand and turned around and wanted to leave.

Liang Zi hurriedly said, "Accountant Bai!"

Bai Wanwan turned around and looked at him: "Hmm?"

Liang Ziyu said incoherently: "That, Accountant Bai, I peeled the pineapple and washed the meat. The manager doesn't know what's going on in cooking these days. He always puts more sugar, it's so sweet, don't mind."

Bai Wanwan was stunned and nodded: "Okay, I understand."

Carrying the lunch box back to the finance room.

Bai Wanwan opened the lid, looked at the hot ancient pineapple meat, picked up a piece and tasted it. It was very sweet and very suitable for her taste.

Thinking of what Liang Zi said, I couldn't help but think of Sun Cong'an, and then I recalled the unidentified words he said that day.

Do you know someone likes you very much?

As for whom and what kind of like it was, Sun Cong'an didn't tell her.

In addition, from that day on, Sun Cong'an would send Liangzi to deliver lunch boxes to her every night, and all the dishes she liked to eat on weekdays.

Bai Wanwan couldn't help but start to take the seat.

It should have been a state of disgust and disgust, but it was subconsciously judged that "I am thinking too much."

The point of this little thought was clearly revealed after the task was exceeded at the end of the month.

According to convention, get off work will be off work early on the last day of the month and loans and bonuses will be distributed to workers.

After working hard for more than half a month, I finally saw the reward, and everyone was in a relaxed mood.

The last worker was sent away, and several financial personnel were packing their things. Someone came over to send a message to Bai Wanwan: "Accountant Bai, Manager Sun asked you to go to his place."

Bai Wanwan's first reaction was not about what happened to him, but about what happened to him.

After passing by calmly, as soon as he opened the door of the lounge, he saw Sun Cong'an sitting next to the table.

"What are you looking for me?" Bai Wanwan walked to the small sofa beside him and sat down.

Sun Cong'an turned his head, looked at Bai Wanwan with his bright eyes as clear as a stream, and said calmly: "Oh, nothing, I just want to see you."

The expression was too ordinary and the tone was extremely natural, as simple as an ordinary greeting, which made Bai Wanwan unable to react normally for a while to continue the conversation.

After she recalled the meaning, Sun Cong'an had already pointed at the lunch box that had been packed in front of her and said, "Here, take it away."

A strange feeling was held in his chest. Bai Wanwan wanted to say something before leaving, but then he heard Sun Cong'an gently instruct behind him: "Wear more clothes in the future, it's very cold recently."

The emotion in his chest dissipated uncontrollably, and even the stiff shoulder skeleton softened. Bai Wanwan walked over and picked up the bag, shook it unsteadily, and then left without looking back.

After walking for about ten steps, my palms slowly became cold.

The atmosphere at the construction site was very noisy, and Bai Wanwan's steps were very heavy. She looked up at the dark light of Bai Station in the distance, and the strange emotions in her heart gradually became clear.

A sense of incongruity, no, is a sense of deviation.
Chapter completed!