Voice to you: Only wives are allowed to act coquettishly

"I thought Master Fu wouldn't see me."

"Is there something wrong?" Fu Yicheng continued to scan the document at a glance without raising his head.

Gao Yajun raised a confident smile: "Master Fu, I'm here today to discuss cooperation and compete for the new product spokesperson."

Take out the contract Wan Qiqi drew up for her, which has her resume on it.

Fu Yicheng finished reading the documents in his hand, signed a signature and continued to pick up the next one to read, ignoring what Gao Yajun put on the table.

Gao Yajun didn't feel embarrassed, anyway, there were only her and Fu Yicheng in the whole office: "Master Fu's career is very different from the last time I came here."

The last time she came to Chengye was two years ago, and the office has been renovated, so it is naturally different.

Inside, Gao Yajun wanted to bring back Fu Yicheng's memories.

The secretarial area outside has already been blown up. Of course, some senior secretaries know Mr. Gao Ya. How can they still be interested in working now?
Secretary A: "What do you think Mr. Gao Ya is here for?"

Secretary B: "Seduce the CEO. Although she is no longer the eldest lady, she has made a name for herself in the modeling industry with her skills, and I think she has capital."

The administrative assistant is the one who has followed Fu Yicheng for the longest and most sincerely. Hearing them gossip, he couldn't help retorting: "What seduction? Mr. Gao Ya is here to talk to the president about endorsement."

Secretary A: "Advocacy? Shouldn't you go to the advertising department when talking about endorsements? Why do you want to find the president? Could it be that the president can open the back door for her?"

Her words were unanimously agreed: "Who says no? It must be to seduce the CEO. Which of you has a wife's phone number?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally their eyes rested on the administrative assistant.

The administrative assistant felt a chill on his back. Hearing what they said, he was not sure about Gao Yajun's intentions, but he didn't dare to call Wen Qian. When the president knew that he was making a small report, wouldn't he be the first to take the knife?
"I'm going to the bathroom..." peeing.

In the office, Gao Yajun continued to chat about the trivial matters of getting along with Fu Yicheng in the past. Thinking about it carefully, she hardly spent time alone with Fu Yicheng. Every time her father called him back to see him, he treated her coldly. .

"Have you said enough?" Fu Yicheng really didn't want to recall these things, especially Gao's father, a liar, had caused him to separate from his parents for so many years. Even if he reconciled now, there were some things that could never be made up.

Mr. Gao Ya subconsciously swallowed nervously: "Fu... Master Fu, do you think I'm wrong?"

Fu Yicheng finally raised his eyelids and took a look at her.

With just one glance, Mr. Gao Ya felt as if he was being stared at by something, and the chill rushed from the back of his feet to the top of his head.

Picking up the resume brought by Mr. Gao Ya, he flipped through it casually. Mr. Gao Ya has achieved a lot in the modeling circle, and there must be someone behind him to escort him. If he guessed correctly, it was Si Yue.

It's just that Si Yue may not care much about her recently, so Gao Yajun will come to discuss cooperation in person.

"For the sake of past love, Master Fu will help me next time. Didn't Master Fu go to my show yesterday?"

If it wasn't for yesterday, Mr. Gao Ya might not have the courage to come.

"Miss Gao, there were so many models in the catwalk yesterday, how can you be sure that I'm here to see you?"

Fu Yicheng ruthlessly broke the illusion in Gao Yajun's heart.

Gao Yajun's eyes suddenly turned red, and tears poured down like a dam that had unloaded the gate. Those who didn't know how Fu Yicheng bullied her.

"Yicheng, are you really so heartless?"

Fu Yicheng sneered, when he was young, he was often deceived by Gao Yajun's trick the first few times, so he was very tolerant towards her.

Later, when I grew up, I realized after watching a lot that not every tear of a woman needs to be pitied.

Fu Yicheng put his hands on the document casually, and dared to mention his old love to him.

"If you don't want this cooperation anymore, you can keep crying."

Gao Yajun stopped crying in a second, faster than professional actors.

"Well, I don't need to talk about the past, just talk about the immediate interests. I can only ask for half of the endorsement fee." In order to win this endorsement, Mr. Gao Ya made a decision long ago. Anyway, half of the endorsement fee happens to be from Shengjing's side. She doesn't feel bad about the numbers.

Fu Yicheng raised his eyebrows unobtrusively. Half of the endorsement fee can help Wen Qian buy a lot of things, which is quite a bargain.

He signed his name decisively: "Miss Gao, go directly to the advertising department, but I warn you, don't play tricks."

Jun Gao Ya smiled happily: "Don't worry."

Turning around and leaving the office, the smile froze instantly, replaced by proud eyes.

The old things she mentioned finally softened Fu Yicheng's heart. She got an endorsement before she said anything about Bai Yueguang. She wants to see it. When the promotional video comes out, Wen Qian sees that there is a crown on her head. What kind of expression would the word "Chengye" look like?

The people in the secretary's room looked at each other in blank dismay. Could it be that this smug look seduced the president?

But without the administrative assistant, they could only endure their curiosity and continue the company.

In the advertising department, Gao Yajun put on the attitude of Fu Yicheng's lover as soon as he came up: "This tea is too low-quality, I'm the new product spokesperson appointed by Mr. Fu, are you going to neglect me like this?"

The head of the advertising department frowned. He didn't like Gao Yajun's style, but the signature on the document was indeed Mr. Fu's. Even if it was for the ancestors, he could only offer it.

"I'm really sorry, I'll ask the secretary to squeeze you a new glass of juice."

"En." Mr. Gao Ya was reluctantly satisfied.

"As for the details of the cooperation, if Ms. Gao has any doubts, just ask me."

Gao Yajun stayed in the advertising department until evening, forcing the whole department to work overtime with her, and spread rumors that Wen Qian could no longer sit in the position of Mrs. Fu.

For a while, everyone in Chengye panicked, and people talked about it everywhere they went. The administrative assistant couldn't help but told Wen Qian.

After all, he was also worried about Mr. Gao Ya. If Mr. Gao Ya really came to power, what would happen to his future?
Wen Qian was drying her hair when she received the news, she turned her head and glanced at Fu Yicheng who was still working in front of the computer, and replied to the administrative assistant: "Don't worry."

Gao Yajun's becoming Chengye's spokesperson is purely a personal matter, how could it threaten her status?It must have been deliberately spread by someone with a heart.

I thought it was over like this, but Gao Yajun hand-picked Wen Qian to be the dubbing of her commercial.

The people in the advertising department agreed after asking Fu Yicheng, and added half of the endorsement fee that Gao Yajun asked for to be reduced to Wen Qian.

As a result, Wen Qian's endorsement fee was twice as high as that of Gao Yajun.

A fool would not accept this order.

When the two work together, they have a legitimate opportunity to meet.

Wen Qian looked at the lines with only a few lines, and couldn't figure out what Mr. Gao Ya was thinking. Don't you feel uncomfortable seeing her?

The two people who are clearly mortal enemies want to pretend to be harmonious on the surface, even if Mr. Gao Ya is not tired, she will be tired.

On the filming set, Mr. Gao Ya changed into a technological outfit and was taking a promotional photo. Apart from the assistants, there were also several small employees who were already employed, either serving tea or holding blankets, like serving a lady.