"What do you think?"

"Money! Money is a good thing. I'll give her a notice! It's OK to give money in place and take a group photo. Maybe she looks handsome and proud. It's possible to see Fangze!"

Qingyao was surprised by him: "are you mentally ill? You don't want Chengbao for the woman who can be wrapped with money?"

"You know a fart. It's very vulgar. We're talking about spirit! Spiritual pursuit! Let the company's public relations department do it tomorrow!"

"Don't be nervous!" Qingyao frowned deeply. "I'll think about it for a few days."

"Agreed? You must make an appointment for me!"

"I see! Get out now. I'm annoyed to see your face!"

Yunqinglong left with satisfaction.

Qingyao pulled off a lot of his hair impatiently.

He was still young, and she could not tell him the dirty things about Xiao Wei that she had followed in her weekly, so as not to pollute his brain, but she was also unwilling to let him see Xiao Wei.

What's the matter? Why are people so blind now? Just having a good face and a rotten cotton can also be held as a national idol! Great irritability!

*******

When I got up in the morning, it was very gloomy.

Qingyao and Mirui went to the company and sat down. A series of empty thunder sounded outside the window. After a while, it rained.

Mirui put the last mouthful of fried dough sticks into his mouth, filled a mouthful of milk and swallowed it: "fortunately, I didn't cook breakfast at home today, otherwise I would have to come in the rain."

Qingyao was unhappy. She really hated it. She came to the company in the morning while chewing fried dough sticks.

Pour water on the green rose on the table. Qingyao turns on the computer and is going to write a negative report on Xiao Wei today, using what Mi Rui photographed a few days ago.

She doesn't believe it. Several reports can't dispel Yun Qinglong's stupid spring heart.

Ten minutes later, Feng Ming came to work with a happy face.

Holding hot coffee, cake and dessert in his hand, he shouted as soon as he entered the office: "my most respectable colleagues, welcome the great event of the company. Today is my treat. Come and get it. Everyone has a share!"

Qingyao's heart is cluttering. Is it difficult to make an interview with Lu Shaoqiu?

Is it because you know you are the young grandmother of Songmen group?

Lying trough, sure enough, that guy is also a bully!

Qingyao gets up to get coffee and cake and takes one for Mirui,

With a gentle smile, Feng Ming took the two largest and most beautiful pieces from the cake and handed them to her: "my cloud backbone, these two best pieces are for you. Work hard!"

Qingyao didn't answer, turned his eyes and only took his chosen back to his seat.

If nothing is courteous, either rape or theft!

Pass the cake and coffee to Mirui in the next seat.

Mi Rui took it over and whispered, "Hey, do you think old man Feng is making a demon again?"

"Mind him, don't make trouble with us!"

"He dares!"

Qingyao smiled: "don't worry. Old man Feng will announce it to the public soon. Just wait."

"Yes, his big mouth is more gossip than women."

"Otherwise, there are so many industries in the world, and he prefers to engage in entertainment gossip?"

They had a good time with the gold owner who bought coffee while drinking coffee.

Not surprisingly, old Feng's hair finished dessert coffee and patted his short and fat hands: "listen, listen, there's a good news to share with you. Well, let's ask a question first. Have you found anything different today?"

There was a lot of eating and drinking in the office. No one bird him at all.

"A bunch of heartless things!" Feng Ming scolded, but smiled, "Today I'm going to talk with Mr. Lu about cooperation with our magazine! Mr. Lu of Pangu group! We've made an appointment to meet at 10 o'clock. Have you found that I'm particularly energetic and radiant today? I tell you that your editor in chief's suit has been sold at a high price, which means success!"

Poof - Millie took a sip of coffee and laughed.

Qing Yao hurriedly stuffed her with a paper towel and said, "you're happy!"

Feng Ming smiled and looked at Qingyao meaningfully: "today's opportunity to meet President Lu Da is thanks to the hard tracking of a key reporter of our journal. When the cooperation is finally negotiated, I will give the reporter the highest reward!"

Cut, Qingyao disdains.

If he no longer threatens to deduct her salary, she will be Amitabha!

At last, someone responded to him, and there was more than one. Almost everyone came forward: "President Lu of Pangu group? Is it really President Lu?"

"It's said that general manager Lu De Yushulinfeng looks like Pan an. When will you invite him to our company to talk about cooperation? Let's see the true face of the mysterious President?"

Feng Ming was in a very good mood: "Lu always looks like Pan an, but you always make me up. That's also an old and strong pine and cypress. Well, you can see me more."

"Cut, Lao Bian, you've been making hair for several spring. It's said that President Lu is still single!"

"Wow, if I had the honor to meet, I would be as excited as we made up today!"

Feng Ming laughed: "fuck you, all right. The old editor is in a hurry today. I won't talk to you. I'll tell you the true face of Lu Zong when I come back!"

Mi Rui couldn't smile: "Yao! Yao! See, old man Feng is so excited that his ass is twisting!"

Qing Yao looked at it and burst into laughter.

Mi Rui doubted: "will President Lu really accept an interview with a small weekly like us?"

Qingyao shook his head: "I don't know."

"You don't know who knows?"

"Labor is not a worm in his stomach!"

"You're disgusting!"

"Did old man Feng twist his ass disgustingly just now?"

"Poof -"

*******

At the end of the day, Feng Ming didn't appear in the company again.

After work, Qingyao and Mirui leave the company building together.

It rained intermittently all day. At this time, it began to rain heavily again.

Qingyao doesn't have the habit of carrying an umbrella on a sunny day. Mi Rui has one in his bag. Qingyao's 1.68 meter tall is 34 centimeters higher than Mi Rui. Qingyao holds an umbrella in one hand and walks with MI Rui's shoulder in the other.

After a long walk, Mirui turned back.

Go another section and Mirui will go back.

Qingyao was dissatisfied: "labor and capital have covered you tightly. Don't look back in one step. Don't believe you can support yourself!"

Mi Rui didn't listen to her cry. He simply stopped, looked back for a while and whispered, "I always feel that there is a car following us."

Qingyao listened to her saying that she turned her head. In the continuous summer rain, there were an endless stream of cars on the spacious main road. There was no car following them. She knocked on Mirui's forehead: "Ya, did you stay up late to watch police and bandit movies again last night? Let you watch less of these impractical things, but you don't listen. Look, young light had an illusion before he even got married!"

Mi Rui didn't give up and watched it for a while. At the rush hour after work, the road was more and more blocked and there were more and more cars. Even if someone followed, he couldn't see it at all.

"Well, maybe it was too late to watch the movie last night." Mirui took another step. "My refrigerator has no materials. If you want to eat, you have to go to the supermarket to buy vegetables!"

"I put a lot of seafood in the fridge yesterday. You go to my side and have a meal together. It's raining so hard. You'd better hurry home!"

Mirui doesn't want to eat seafood anymore. He'd rather go home and cook noodles by himself.

They said goodbye at the door and went back to their houses.

Qingyao changed his shoes, hung his backpack on the hook at the porch, took a dry towel from the balcony outside the living room and wiped his hair wet by the rain.

The mobile phone ring penetrates the artificial leather of the backpack and plays leisurely in the living room.

Because of the rain outside the balcony, Qingyao walked into the house again and heard the sound of his mobile phone.

Put the towel on her hair at random. She hurried to the backpack at the entrance to find a mobile phone to answer.

A string of mobile phone numbers without a name.

A little familiar, the key is that the numbers are too beautiful, several 6, several 8 and so on, but I still don't remember who it is for the moment.

Press answer, there came a low voice: "open the door!"

Qingyao was stunned and opened the door at the first time.

Lu Shaoqiu stood tall and upright outside the door in a neat dark blue shirt and black trousers. His face was cold and handsome, and his temperament was noble and domineering.

His dark hair was combed meticulously, which made Qingyao even wonder whether it had stopped raining outside when he came?

She turned her head and saw from the balcony outside the living room that the drizzle in the air was still blurred.

Lu Shaoqiu walked into the room.

Qingyao then stretched out his legs to stop him: "wait a minute! President Lu Da, what can I do for you when you suddenly come to my humble house? And how can you know my address?"

The two were too close. Lu Shaoqiu folded his wallet and mobile phone car key in his right hand, pulled down the towel on her head with his empty left hand, rubbed her messy short hair and hooked her lips with satisfaction: "I sent you."

"Well, even so, you didn't send me up. How can you know which floor and room I live in? Or... You followed me?!"

She suddenly remembered that MI Rui always felt that there was a car following him just now. Is it this guy?

In other words, he is a busy man in charge of such a big industry. He shouldn't play such a small game like them!

While Qingyao was distracted, Lu Shaoqiu rubbed her short hair and became addicted.

No matter where women and men feel different, their skin is so delicate that they can't move their hands.

After rubbing his hair, he pinched her face and couldn't let go. He smiled teasingly: "I think everyone is like your little paparazzi?"

"Yacai little paparazzi! Yaya family all have little paparazzi!" Qingyuan was unhappy. He reacted that the guy was taking advantage of her as soon as he came in and slapped his hand: "where do you put his claws? They look like dogs. Why are your hands and feet so serious? You shouldn't be abnormal. You have to touch two women?"

Lu Shaoqiu was still in the mood. He took back his hand, copied it into his pocket, bowed his head and took off the shiny hand-made black leather shoes on his feet, and cold hum: "if I'm really abnormal, I'll have to scare you to cry!"

"Cut!"

His right hand holding something suddenly reached the wall behind her ear. Jun's face approached and smiled with evil spirit: "try it?"

A strong smell of tobacco.

Qingyao waved in disgust: "try your sister! Stay away from me, you smell like smoke!"