beautiful president fell in love with me

"can."

Zhaoyao thought about it again, and added: "If I don't work overtime..."

Xue Han looked at his leaving back, and said angrily: "Unemployed vagrant, even if you work overtime, you have to be able to find a job so quickly!"

Zhaoyang was standing on the first floor of the building. He had no intention of going up. Now that he had no job, meeting his former colleagues in the company would only add to the embarrassment.

When he turned on his mobile phone and wanted to contact Gu Qing, he saw a message that his salary had been credited to his account, and there was more than 3000 or nearly 4000 yuan in the bank card.

Gu Qing, a little girl, has always been reliable in her work. Just like what she said, the salary was paid exactly the same morning.

Although the money is not too much, it is already a considerable amount of wealth for him now, and it will allow him to live comfortably for at least a month and a half.

With Gu Qing's help, he had an extra month and a half to breathe.

Let him be ready to go again, to overthrow this fucking life, instead of being oppressed and tortured by it all the time.

Gu Qing was quickly contacted. It was working hours and there was no way to go downstairs to see him.

But the other party sent him an address, asking him to go directly to that company and find a person named Manager Lin.

"3302... Isn't this just across the street?" Zhaoyao looked at the message sent by Gu Qing, and her expression became weird. Originally, he already felt that his fate with this building was over.

There are two companies in the 33-story building, 3301 is Zhaoyao's original company, Zimo Entertainment, and 3302 is just opposite.

In Zhaoyao's impression, this company has just been renovated not long ago. It is a new start-up company. There are very few people who come and go in and out, and they have hardly seen it. It should be still in the stage of accepting new employees.

After making sure she read it correctly, Zhaoyao walked quickly to the elevator and pressed the up button.

Now this time is not the rush hour for commuting, the elevator is not too busy, and the two scattered people who come out to do errands are also waiting.

Zhaoyao quickly got into the elevator, pressed the floor, and stood at the innermost.

This is his habit. As a person who arrived at the last floor, he would stand at the innermost floor to keep himself clean and not disturb others. The other two people stood on the left and right respectively.

"Wait, wait..."

When the elevator was about to close, a rather bloated figure ran over in a panic, rushing in with the elevator door that was about to close.

The elevator closed again and started to go up. Director Huang bent over and panted heavily, his forehead covered with beads of sweat. He glanced at the button on the 33rd floor that was already lit, and let out a long breath.

When he raised his head, he froze there, subconsciously took a step back, and looked at Zhaoyao warily.

Zhaoyao glanced at him, leaned against the wall and looked up at the sky, showing no interest in paying attention.

Director Huang felt uncomfortable all over, and glanced at the rising floor from time to time. The elevator was extremely slow today.

Halfway through, the two people next to each other got off the elevator, and they were the only two left in the small space.

Director Huang stood next to the elevator door, staring at the constantly beating floor numbers with a high frequency of twice a second, pursing his lips tightly, not daring to take a breath.

With a wonderful sound, the elevator finally stopped steadily on the 33rd floor.

As soon as the elevator opened a crack, Director Huang squeezed his fat body and squeezed himself out. The first time he got out, he took two quick steps to distance himself.

When Zhaoyao walked out, she saw that Supervisor Huang had retreated to the glass door of the company, watching him warily.