Six ten points!

She remembered that the last time she looked at the mobile phone was 6:05. Oh my god, she felt that she had been lying with her eyes open for a long time. Why only five minutes had passed?

Since 5:30 p.m., she had not closed her eyes and could not sleep. The man in her mind was Huo Ziqing. For her, he was a powerful man, a character she could only see in the news. She had not expected to be alone with him last night.

He calculated carefully. She had only met him twice before, and they were all at the dinner table. Every time she sat across from him, she was separated by a table. After all, he was the program set by the provincial committee committee, and she didn't dare to stare at him. She just took the opportunity to secretly glance at him, and she was attracted by him.

He looked very good, but he was not a gossipy little student or a paralyzed man who was popular. But before she could see him clearly, she saw him. At that moment, she felt guilty as if she had been caught doing something bad. She quickly lowered her head, but she was worried that he might be angry. She secretly looked up at him with the corner of her eyes and found that his mouth seemed to slightly move up to a small angle. Suddenly, her face became hot.

Before she left, she followed the reply to see him off. When she was just about to follow the director to bend down, she saw a big hand in front of her. She quickly looked up and found that it was the hand he had reached out. Without thinking anything, she stretched out her hand mechanically. He gently held her finger and shook it twice, and then quickly released it. And her face became disappointing hot.

The embarrassment she had suffered when she first met him was only left on her own. Just when she thought she would never see him again in her life, the director called her personally to have dinner with the leader. When she once again followed the director with reverence and fear, she met the President Huo again.

This time, she had learned her lesson and dared not to look at him again. She lowered her head and let her imagination run wild. Suddenly, her arm was pushed away by the doctor. She quickly raised her head and stared at Huo Ziqing.

"How long have you been working?" he asked her.

"Ah? Oh, Director Huo, I, I haven't been here for a year." Su Fan answered in a hurry.

"No wonder," he said with a faint smile.

She didn't understand what he meant. Director Huang quickly smiled and said to her, "Xiaosu, apologize to Secretary Huo!"

"Apologize?" She didn't know what she had done wrong, but she still picked up the glass.

"Don't scare the young man. It's no sin." Huo Ziqing raised his glass and said to Director Huang.

After that, Su Fan learned from his database that before Huo Xi asked her for help, she did not hear it. Maybe this was the sin that Director Huang was talking about!

"Just drink a little." Huo Xiuqing said to her.

She took a big sip of the wine.

"How old is Little Su? If he had just started working, he should still be very young!" He took a sip of wine and asked.

"Twenty four years old!" She said honestly.

He nodded without saying anything.

This was the second time they met.

Two days after their meeting, it was the coldest night since winter in Jiang City. She received a call from Director Huang, who told her that there was something happening to Secretary Huo's family and asked her to go over. Director Huang told her a lot and told her to follow Huo Mao's instructions. He did not give her a chance to speak at all.

She went out in the cold wind.

Standing at the door of her house, she took off her gloves and yawned to her hands, then rubbed her cheeks hard to make herself look less like a person who came out of an ice cave. Then she raised her hand and rang the doorbell.

The door opened, and a tall man opened the door. She hurried to put on a polite smile and called "Huo-", but before the words " pitting of the host" came out, he said, "Come in, it's cold outside."

Su Fan followed him in and watched him return to the living room.

"It's strange. Why is his home so desolate? No sound at all? What on earth did the director ask her to do?"

As she thought so, she saw a pair of men's leather shoes casually thrown at the porch. It should be Huo Mao's shoes, but he didn't even put them well.

She opened the shoe cabinet and put his shoes inside carefully. She was going to find a pair of women's slippers, but she didn't see any.

It was really strange. Why was there no woman in his family? What about his wife?

When she walked to the living room, she saw him reading on the sofa.

"Hello, Director Huo. Director Huang asked me to come over," she asked politely with her hair hanging down next to her ear out of habit.

"Sit down first." He glanced at her and pointed to the place next to him.

Putting the bag beside the plants, she sat half a meter away from him and pinched her hands uneasily.

"Your name is Su Fan?" he asked.

She smiled without saying anything.

"What would you like to drink? milk, tea, or water?" He got up and asked.

How could she let him get water? She stood up and followed him, saying, "I'll do it myself, Director Huo!"

He looked down at her and said, "Then do it yourself. Don't be restrained. Oh, add me a cup of tea by the way."

She turned around and looked at him sitting on the sofa. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Dinner tea will affect your sleep..."

He looked at her and smiled, saying, "It doesn't matter!"

Su Fan just blamed himself for talking too much. He quickly picked up the teacup on the tea table, filled the cup and brought it to him.

She didn't know whether it was because the heating in the room was too good or she was too nervous. She felt that the thin coat was so hot now, so she couldn't help but feel a little thirsty. She drank a few mouthfuls of water, but she didn't know that he had been looking at her.