His handsome face slightly blushed, Gao Yizhe looked at Qi Xinluo, who was bending down to tidy up the desk and prepare to leave work, with deep affection hidden behind his glasses. “What are you thanking me for?” Xinluo picked up her bag and smiled back at her easy-going boss. “Thank you for accompanying me to the meeting so late.” “This is my job, and the purpose for which you invited me,” she said with a smile, not taking it to heart.
The simple and neat camel-colored pantsuit elegantly outlined her well-proportioned figure, her shiny black hair tied back into a bun, and the delicate glasses on her oval, fair face were elegant without looking old. Qi Xinluo’s beauty was not just on the surface; she had a unique inner radiance. Her beauty was intellectual, smart yet not overbearing.
“I still want to thank you. Without you, it would be really difficult to negotiate with those foreign manufacturers,” he said. It was hard to believe that Xinluo’s foreign language skills were so excellent. Although she had never studied abroad, she could converse with foreigners as easily as chatting with friends.
“Director, please stop praising me. It’s getting late. Aren’t you going to leave work?” She was used to his politeness. Having worked at Hantang for five years, he always thanked and praised her first. However, such considerate supervisors were rare.
“Yes, I’m leaving work too,” Gao Yizhe nodded. “Then I’ll go first, goodbye,” before he could speak, Xinluo cut him off and turned to leave his sight.
She wasn’t foolish and could naturally see that Gao Yizhe had feelings for her. However, she understood even more clearly that she could never accept him, which was why she deliberately prevented him from finishing his words.
Of course, it wasn’t that Gao Yizhe was lacking in any way. He was definitely considered an outstanding young talent. Besides having good looks, he was also the second-generation heir of a well-known domestic chain of Han Tang department stores. Only, however…
