Coincidence

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Repeat every second, marry the perfect goddess despicable durian Aa 2267 words

Zong He appeared calm and peaceful on the surface, but after hearing her say tha

t, his heart was already surging. Just now, he also guessed that if he wanted to have an intersection with this beauty, in what way?

Did you want to make a small program? it is good.

Even the simplest program will undergo many changes and optimizations from th e initial conception to the final production line.

It is foreseeable how frequent the exchanges will be in the future. This is simply a chance given to me by God.

Ji Ting roughly told him about her idea. It happened that Xiaopang and the others

had just finished a similar product, and Zong He took her to Xiaopang's work statio

n.

At this time, Xiaopang was secretly chatting with Ah Qiang on his mobile phone:

Xiaopang: "Manager Huang has less than half a month left. When Director Zong H e takes the manager's seat, who will be the vacant manager's seat?"

A Qiang: "I received a gossip, it seems that someone is going to be transferred fro m another place."

Xiao Pang, who is gossiping, is indeed the king of fish. He keenly saw Zong He co ming from the reflected screen, and instantly closed the dialog box.

Zong Hepai patted Xiao Pang's back: "The program was launched yesterday, let th is Miss Ji see the simulation effect."

The little chubby, who had his head down, raised his head to see the beautiful wo man beside Zong He, his eyes straightened, he instantly cheered up, and quickly ope ned the program preview.

Ji Ting stepped forward and leaned over slightly. The screen light reflected on her fair face, making people unable to take their eyes off her. "It's basically this style. I li ke brighter colors."

"no problem."

What she has to do is not complicated. Zong He thinks that this way of understan ding is just right. Through working contact, you will gradually become familiar with e ach other, and then infiltrate each other's life later, and it will come naturally!

Zong He felt that he could invite her to have a meal first by discussing the details at noon, Mr. Huang... It's best not to come back at noon.

However, as soon as this plan came to mind, the company door was quickly push

ed open, and Manager Huang came back from the outside with an anxious look on

his face.

He was wearing a large trench coat, holding a briefcase in his hand, and he looke d a bit dusty.

As soon as I came in, I saw Zong He and Ji Ting standing here looking at the cas e, with a smile on their faces, "I'm so sorry, Miss Ji, there is a temporary delay in the morning."

Ji Ting saw him in such a hurry, and her voice was gentle: "It's okay, I told your sup ervisor about the framework."

"well."

Lao Huang nodded, "Just tell Zong He if you have anything... He is our talent, and he can't go wrong with him."

Zong He has never seen such a bright smile on Lao Huang's face, and he is even more puzzled. Lao Huang rarely has such an attitude towards customers on weekda ys.

This is also the only thing Zong He admires about him. Although Lao Huang is a bit pretentious in his work, he has always dared to make positive "suggestions in the face of customer requirements, and he will never be accustomed to unreasonable r equirements.

Zong He couldn't help but wonder: What is the relationship between Lao Huang a nd this Miss Ji? She doesn't look like a normal client.

Ji Ting looked back at the computer screen and asked Little Fatty about details.

"If the details are adjusted frequently later, is there an additional fee?"

Xiaopang listened to her question, and quickly looked at Zong He. Just as Zong H e was about to answer, Lao Huang coughed and pulled him, and reminded in a low v

oice, "This is the chairman's relative."

Zong He was startled, he didn't expect her to be such a person, so he swallowed t he words in his mouth.

Manager Huang smiled: "It depends on the specific situation... If it's convenient fo r Miss Ji, let's have dinner together at noon."

Ji Ting's face showed an apology, "Thank you for your kindness, I'm afraid I have t o go somewhere else at noon."

Xiaopang was very diligent in front of the beauties, and actively found out the diff erent styles she had done before for her reference. Miss Ji simply communicated a few details and picked up the bag and left.

Looking at her back while walking and talking on the phone, Zong He was slightly lost.

Manager Huang called Zong He to the office and asked, "She came here today, di dn't she ask anything other than the applet?"

"No."

Zong He didn't know why he was so nervous, even if she was a relative of the chai rman, she didn't have to be so careful.

Manager Huang glanced at his desk and said cautiously: "I'm afraid she is secretl

y picking on our department under the banner of doing things."

"No way."

Zong He felt that he was overthinking, this Miss Ji was not like someone who did that kind of thing, Manager Huang felt that Zong He was too young and didn't under

stand the dangers of the workplace, "You young people have never suffered this los He sat on the chair and flicked the dust on his sleeves with his fat fingers, sudden

ly frowning and thinking, "How did I forget about her in the morning..."

Lao Huang patted his head a few times, and he felt that something was wrong wit h his memory. Because Ji Ting came to her to do the mini program, she said it a we ek ago, and Lao Huang specially made a memo to remind him, for fear of neglecting the eldest lady.

As a result, this morning, it was a ghost that sent him to the branch office, and it

was not until Zong He called him that he remembered that there was such a thing.

Lao Huang patted his head, he was only in his 40s, and he was the most proud of his memory since he was a child. Why did he do such a confused thing today?

Could it be that he was getting old and got Alzheimer's early, and Lao Huang was even a little angry with himself.

"Oh, that's right!" He instructed Zong He: "You are solely responsible for her thing s. When you communicate with her, you only talk about small programs. Don't let he

r know about the company's miscellaneous things."

Zong He didn't expect him to be so cautious: "Could it be that she can still spy on

intelligence?"

"I'm afraid that she knows too much, and she will be the speaker of the chairma n's office." Lao Huang has no other major problems, but always likes to speculate on others with disgraceful behavior.

"I'm doing this for your own good. That handsome boy and junior brother of yours is staring at him. If anything happens, no one will help you when I'm gone."

Lao Huang said it very sincerely, but Zong He also knew in his heart that he didn't want to make extra troubles at the juncture that he had transferred.

Zong He nodded on his face, but his heart was faintly surging.

Although he didn't have much contact with Ji Ting today, he knew that the future of the two had infinite possibilities.

Coming out of Manager Huang's office, the colleagues are head-to-head:

"That girl is so beautiful, like a star."

"I heard that he is a relative of a major leader, and his family is very rich."

Zong He did not stop their gossip and sat back in his chair, staring at the densely

packed documents on the screen in a daze.

He has a question: Is Miss Ji's appearance today a coincidence or is she really in

fluenced by her own writing?

After all, she and Lao Huang had made an appointment to come today, but she on

ly wrote her own words yesterday. Even if she didn't write that paragraph, she would still see it today.

Zong He turned the pen in his hand and pushed the matter backwards: If he came

to the company early today as usual, and Manager Huang didn't go out to do other t hings, how much interaction could he have with her?

Everything is unknown.

But at present, it is right for me to add no preconditions! Miss Ji is much better th an the image he expected, regardless of body, appearance, cultivation, and family b ackground are completely beyond expectations...