The world's most sassy sweet wife

Chang Song rubbed the back of his head with a silly smile, "Sister, let's not say such polite words. I still have to thank you. If you were not willing to cooperate with me and use your works to make our studio famous, where would I be?" I have the opportunity to receive so many orders."

"At that time, I was really anxious to death. I needed money to treat my father's illness. I didn't go to school, so I wanted to start a business, but starting a business is really not as simple as it is said."

"If it weren't for you, I would definitely not be able to survive, and neither would my dad. You even sent medicine to cure my dad. You are not my real sister, but you are better than my own sister, and you will always be anyway."

Seeing that his eyes were red, Yu Ziqing smiled and said, "It's all over, and it will get better in the future. Go get busy, and don't forget to send me any orders, I'm not here to be in a daze."

Chang Song held back his tears, and said with a smirk, "Okay, first check the computer and hand-painted tablet, if you're not used to it, just tell me, and I'll change it for you right away."

Yu Ziqing waved him away.

Sitting in the seat, looked at the scenery outside the window.

Compared with the geographical location of Yu's Group and He's Group, this location is not bad.

Xu Tianba really knows how to pick places.

While waiting for the computer to enter the desktop, she ordered milk tea for everyone on the delivery software.

Chang Song knocked on the door and came in, and asked with a smile, "Sister, do you want to join the group?"

Yu Ziqing frowned in confusion, "What group?"

Chang Song explained: "We have an internal group in the studio."

Yu Ziqing nodded, "Come on, give me a hand."

"Okay. How is the equipment?" Chang Song asked with a smile.

Yu Ziqing said, "Everything is fine."

At this time, I heard Du Weiwei shouting loudly outside, "Chang Song, come and help me, the driver is not installed on the board."

"The computer is also new, and the commonly used drawing software is not installed!"

Chang Song sighed, if the idol hadn't spoken, he would never have let this ancestor come to the studio.

Relying on being an acquaintance, you can call people hard.

I thought it was my own home, shouting and drinking.

Yu Ziqing smiled, and felt that yelling was inappropriate, after all, this was a workplace.

"Go and help her." She smiled.

Chang Song said distressedly: "Sister, help me persuade her that work is work, and it's agreed not to be special. Her attitude is not correct at all, and she doesn't listen to me."

Yu Ziqing also knew that Chang Song had nothing to do with that girl: "Go help her get the equipment and let her come to me."

Upon hearing this, Chang Song happily agreed, "I'll go right away."

After a while, Du Weiwei came in, "Sister Ziqing, working is really fun, and the atmosphere at school is not at all the same."

Yu Ziqing couldn't help laughing: "Aren't you busy with your schoolwork?"

Du Weiwei raised her chin and said proudly, "Yes, I am No.1 in the whole grade, and I have almost completed my credits, so I am very free now. If I knew that going to work is so interesting, I should have pestered Chang Song earlier."

Yu Ziqing smiled and asked, "Do you know why some people prefer to separate work from hobbies?"

Du Weiwei looked at her ignorantly, thinking about what she said.

"Why separate? Wouldn't it be great to combine work and hobbies, earn money and do what you like?"

Yu Ziqing smiled and said, "Not necessarily."

Du Weiwei blinked her eyes and looked at her in confusion, "Sister Ziqing, you like painting, and this is also your job. Isn't it great that you are so successful?"

Yu Ziqing said patiently: "This is just what I see on the surface. Although I love painting, in order to make money, I have to submit the results according to Party A's requirements."

Du Weiwei found it incredible: "You are so strong, does anyone still find fault with you? It's not about finding a needle in a haystack."

Yu Ziqing smiled wryly and said, "When hobbies are no longer pure hobbies, some things can't be controlled. What you can do is to try to balance your mentality. Since you want to experience in the society, you have to make some compromises."

Du Weiwei couldn't understand, because Yu Ziqing was not someone who easily compromised in her eyes.

"Why?" Her expression became more and more confused.

Yu Ziqing could understand her very well, and said with a smile, "School homework is different from social work. For example, a client asks you to draw a set of illustrations, asks for this and that, and puts forward a lot of requirements. If you complete the drawing according to the requirements, the other party may not agree with you." If you are satisfied, you will be allowed to change it, so will you change it?"

Du Weiwei frowned, a little hesitant.

Yu Ziqing smiled and said, "It may have been revised many times, but in the end I asked for your first version."

Du Weiwei widened her eyes and said in shock, "Why?"

Yu Ziqing spread her hands, "Because the other party is Party A."

With a bitter face, Du Weiwei said discouragedly, "Suddenly I feel that work is not fun at all...I'd rather draw a fan-art of you and Mr. He, it will make me happier."

Seeing that the scaring was almost over, Yu Ziqing changed the subject and comforted, "You are very capable, I believe you will be able to adapt to the rhythm soon."

Du Weiwei walked out in a daze.

Is this the adult world?

It feels a little... troublesome.

Back at her work station, she took the data cable of the hand-painted board and pulled it through gritted teeth.

"Chang Song, did you tell Sister Ziqing something?"

Chang Song was helping her tinker with the computer, without even looking at her: "You think no one is in charge, and I'll let you come here to play wild?"

Du Weiwei glared at him angrily, "Didn't I just speak a little too aggressively? Are you going to ruin my image in front of idols?"

Chang Song glanced at her, "What kind of image do you still use me to destroy? Isn't everyone with a discerning eye seeing it?"

Du Weiwei growled, "Chang Song!"

Thinking of Yu Ziqing's words, she forced herself to hold back the breath.

If it wasn't for the idol working here, she would just grab her bag and leave now.

Why was I so ignorant before that I chased after this boy for several years.

At this time, everyone heard footsteps coming from the door.

Chang Song was stunned for a moment, and it turned out to be his father: "Dad? Why are you here?"

Chang Baiyuan's complexion is getting better and better, he is dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and has an extraordinary bearing.

He walked in with his hands behind his hands, and when he saw his son, there was kindness in his eyes.

"Why, dad isn't welcome?" He smiled cheerfully.

Chang Song frowned, subconsciously looking at Yu Ziqing's office.

Father never came to his company, why did he come today?

Is this a coincidence?
Chang Baiyuan looked at Du Weiwei and said with a smile, "Miss Du, are you working here too?"

Seeing the elder, Du Weiwei restrained her arrogance, and replied generously: "Yes, today is my first day at work. Uncle Chang, please take care of Chang Song, he is getting more and more poisonous."

Chang Baiyuan laughed loudly: "Okay, okay. I'll discipline him for you. By the way, I heard that your grandma has turned the corner?"

Du Weiwei nodded and said, "Yes, I've been rescued."

At this time, the takeaway boy came, "Which one is Mr. Chang? Your takeaway has arrived."

Chang Song was stunned for a moment, seeing that he was holding a dozen cups of milk tea in his hand, he immediately guessed who ordered it.

He quickly took it over, "Thank you."

After the delivery guy left, he casually greeted a boy, "Juju's treat, distribute it."

The little friends cheered, "Juju is indeed vigorous and resolute. I heard her mention it just now. I didn't expect to invite us to drink so soon!"

"Ahh! It's my favorite internet celebrity milk tea shop!"

"Yes, the milk tea in this store is delicious!"

Chang Baiyuan looked at these young people with a smile, discussing things he didn't quite understand.

He looked at his son, "Xiaosong, what they are talking about is Juju..."