On the day of the blind date, I got a license with the president and my boss

Wen Yuan went back to her room to change clothes. Fu Shiyan exchanged pleasantries with Jiang Lingyu in the spare time. She hid the subtlety in her eyes, "Shi Yan, Wen Yuan is self-willed, please forgive me."

Fu Shiyan understood the meaning of these words, and also knew why she hadn't dared to see him these years.

"It's serious, it should be done."

Zhou Liangqi stood on one side all the time, and finally spoke, half-jokingly, "Shi Yan, you seemed to be very nice to that assistant just now, why didn't you know that you love doing what is right."

Fu Shiyan raised his eyebrows, looked at Jiang Lingyu and replied: "You are brave, are you referring to Xiaoyuan? In order to prevent her from being criticized, of course I will do my best."

Well rounded the past.

Zhou Liangqi smiled lowly and didn't say much.

Fu Shiyan raised his wine glass and touched him, "I heard that Mrs. Zhou won the project in the city, congratulations."

Zhou Liangqi had a playful expression, "The news of Shiyan is always fast."

"It will be faster in the future." He picked up his glass and drank it down.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Jiang Shu had already fallen asleep.

In the past two months, her work and rest have been very regular, and she has developed the habit of going to bed early.

Suddenly, a rush of ringtones woke her up, she frowned and picked up the phone, and saw that it was Qingying calling.

The frown was even tighter. Calling her at this time should be about work. She answered, "Hello."

Unexpectedly, Qingying's heart-piercing cry came from the radio wave.

Heart-piercing, that kind of heart-piercing that the whole world collapses beyond the tolerance range.

Jiang Shu sat up in shock, "Qingying!?"

"Jiang Shu...I'm so scared..." Qing Ying repeated this sentence while crying.

"Qingying, don't worry, where are you now?" Jiang Shu probably guessed, she brushed her hair back, and quickly asked: "Tell me the address, I'll come right over, okay? Don't worry."

Qingying didn't listen, she lost her mind and was just crying.

Jiang Shu was worried when she heard that, she rolled over and got out of bed, quickly put on her clothes, casually put on a pair of cotton slippers, and went out, during which time she kept asking Qing Ying on the other end of the phone.

Finally, under questioning, Qing Ying finally said: "Jiang Shu, don't come, I'll be fine until tomorrow."

Jiang Shu stood still, on the verge of anger, "Where are you, you don't want to die!"

There was silence, only panting.

"You're in Wen's house, right?" Jiang Shu guessed, half firmly.

There was still silence.

Jiang Shu understood, she quickly went downstairs in her slippers, "I'll be right over."

"Don't come." There was a weak voice, "Today is Wen Yuan's birthday."

Jiang Shu's footsteps stopped abruptly, and she stood there for three seconds, "You can rest assured and leave it to me."

She hung up the phone and called a taxi with her mobile phone. She looked around the Internet and saw a picture of Wen Yuan's birthday party.

"Wen's? Girl, are you going to Wen's?" The driver asked in surprise.

Jiang Shu clenched the phone, "Yes."

The randomly picked up Buick Weilang was parked in a group of luxury cars, which was very out of place. Inside the high gate, melodious music and chatter came out, as if it was another world.

Jiang Shu paid the money, and stared at the pair of shoes on her feet after getting out of the car, regretting infinitely.

At this moment, a man in takeaway clothes ran over, and Jiang Shu hurriedly waved to stop him, "Hello, my takeaway."

The man handed the things to her and was about to leave when he was stopped, "Well, can you sell me the clothes you are wearing?"

The delivery guy opened his mouth wide, thinking he heard it wrong, "Huh?"

"I'll pay three times the price!"