Domineering CEO: Woman, please be responsible

Song Qingtian made tea for Han Qing, thinking about Shen Xiangzhi's matter, after returning, she was a little absent-minded.Even Han Qing was always distracted when talking to her.

In the end, Han Qing became a little angry.She directly threw an interview record to her, "Take it, and hand in the finished draft to me before get off work!"

Han Qing's voice was a little loud, and Song Qingtian was taken aback, and ran away with the document in disgrace.

Back at her own office desk, looking at the interview materials in her hand, what she thought of was the conversations of several colleagues heard in the tea room.

If she hadn't separated from Shen Xiangzhi, she could go to the 29th floor to see him now.However, they have already broken up, she probably doesn't even have the right to care about him now, right?

My mind is empty, I feel like crying.

Song Qingtian didn't know how he survived this day, so he wrote a press release in a daze.Han Qing threw her to the ground after only one glance.

"Song Qingtian, as a news editor with a professional background, the article is full of mistakes and I can't understand the words. Tell me, what exactly did you give me?"

Song Qingtian lowered her head and said nothing.She knew that she wrote badly. In fact, she really didn't write with her heart. She was thinking about Shen Xiangzhi.

Han Qing glanced at her, and said in a colder voice, "Song Qingtian, if you work with such an attitude, I don't think you are qualified to stay in the company at all. Of course, you are the CEO's girlfriend, no one has the right to fire you But if you don't work hard because of this reason, then I have nothing to teach you, and tomorrow I will tell Director He to assign you a new master."

After she finished speaking, she picked up her bag and got ready to leave work.

Song Qingtian hurried to catch up, with tears in her eyes, "Sister Han, I'm sorry, please give me one more chance, I..."

Han Qing glanced at her and sneered, "What are you begging me for? Wouldn't it be more useful for you to ask the president? Just open your mouth, and I will give you the position of editor-in-chief."

Han Qing is a bit of a proud person, and what she hates the most are those who have backgrounds and backgrounds and don't work hard.

Probably because I walked out of a poverty-stricken mountain, and it was hard-won to be able to be where I am today.In her heart, she was somewhat envious of these people with backgrounds, but most of these people with backgrounds didn't want to make progress, which made her extremely disgusted.

"That's not the case!" Song Qingtian exclaimed excitedly.

The tears in Song Qingtian's eyes flowed out, she lowered her head and wept softly, "Sister Han, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

She cried very sadly, her body twitched, and Han Qing couldn't bear to see her.

"Go home tonight and write a new manuscript, and give it to me tomorrow morning. Now... let's get off work."

After returning home, Song Qingtian didn't even eat dinner, so she turned on the computer in a hurry and wrote this press release again.

She didn't dare to think about Shen Xiangzhi anymore, her mind was full of what Han Qing said last, full of disdain.

Her relationship was already so bad, she didn't want her career to be too bad.She hates people saying that she can stay in the company only because of her relationship with Shen Xiangzhi, she really hates it.It seems that without relying on Shen Xiangzhi, she can only be a useless person who can accomplish nothing.

She wept silently as she wrote the manuscript.During this period of time, she cried almost every day, feeling like she was about to shed all the tears in her life.

From seven o'clock in the evening to ten o'clock, I finally wrote a manuscript that I was quite satisfied with.

She closed the computer sleepily.Outside the window, how long has the bright moon been hanging in the sky.

She stretched, stood up from the chair, and was about to take a shower.

At this time, there was a ticking sound in the hand.

Song Qingtian picked up the phone, and the phone displayed on the screen was Shen Xiangzhi's home phone.

She pressed answer almost subconsciously.

Aunt Sun's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone, "Madam, can you come to the house? Mister has refused to eat for several days."