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Yang Qingheng could even hear the panicked heartbeat coming from his chest, and was amused: "What are you afraid of? You are just not used to it now. You will get used to it in the future."

Song Hengjue nodded and bumped his chin on her shoulder. Only then did he realize what he had just done. He withdrew his hand like an electric shock and took a step back.

He quietly raised his eyes and found that there was no strange expression on Yang Qingheng's face, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, he is still not used to the closeness between him and her. He always feels that the woman he likes becomes his girlfriend as soon as he opens his eyes. It is strange that he is not used to it. He is even more afraid that Yang Qingheng will think that he is playing a gangster.

Yang Qingheng took the information compiled by Fang Nan by herself, intending to take a closer look at the internal structure of Boxiang, but she couldn't ignore the intense gaze coming from the side, as if it wanted to burn a hole in her face, she pursed her lips, no Naturally, he glanced at him.

"What are you looking at? Go and rest over there. What happens next has nothing to do with you."

She didn't even look in the mirror to see the two big dark circles on his face, which made her uncomfortable.

Song Hengjue's face felt hot and he went to the lounge inside to lie down.

As soon as he closed the door, Li Nian came.

"Mr. Li, do you have something to tell me?" Yang Qingheng raised his eyebrows and sat up straight, but he was very wary.

Li Nian glanced around the office: "Why isn't President Song here?"

"Mr. Song is not feeling well and needs to rest. Go in and rest. If you have anything, you can tell me." Yang Qingheng was polite and poured him a cup of tea.

Usually when the conversation reaches this point, there is no important matter. Unexpectedly, Li Nian in front of him seems to be unable to understand the human language. He smiles heartily: "Mr. Song is just in time. There is indeed something important. Do you think you can You can’t just tell him and ask him to come out and see me, it will be over soon.”

The smile on Yang Qingheng's face faded: "Manager Li, tell me the same thing."

Li Nian raised his eyes, his tone was casual and not serious, but what he said was embarrassing: "I'd better talk to Mr. Song about the matter between me and Mr. Song."

Seeing how stubborn he looked, Yang Qingheng thought he was going to tell Song Hengjue some company secrets, so he quickly went to the break room to let Song Hengjue come out.

"What's going on?" Song Hengjue had already sat up when he heard the man's voice, and now he opened the door and came out with a cold face.

Li Nian curled his lips, and his peach-blossom eyes inexplicably added a sense of laziness: "I want to be in charge of Hai Li's project."

Because of the way he looked at Yang Qingheng during the meeting, Song Hengjue had always been a little bored with him, and subconsciously wanted to refuse, but thinking that Yang Qingheng was still there, he could only purse his lips and said vaguely: "I'll think about it, you go back first."

The way Li Nian looked at him, the strange feeling in the conference room just now came back to his heart. His eyes flashed slightly and he simply nodded: "Okay."

He stood up neatly and glanced at Yang Qingheng before leaving.

Can't explain the emotion.

Yang Qingheng frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Are you agreeing?" Song Hengjue was still immersed in what happened just now and asked Yang Qingheng for advice.

Yang Qingheng was also unsure and said helplessly: "Don't bother, I'll ask Fang Nan later."

I used to think that working in Song Hengjue's company was easy, but now I know that it is not easy at all.

Each of these shareholders was more difficult to deal with than the last. In comparison, those shareholders in her company could only be considered a trivial matter. She was lucky when she chose her partners. After all, she had Tang Bainian and her parents from the Tang family. Helped check it out.

Fang Nan didn't come back for a long time, so he went outside to find the secretary-general: "I just issued a task and asked you to go to the finance department and bring the details to me. Why haven't you been brought in yet?"

The Secretary-General stood up in embarrassment: "I just asked someone to go there, and the Finance Department said that you don't have the power, unless President Song personally signs and speaks."

"Who said that?" Yang Qingheng frowned. She had recently taken over Song Hengjue's position. Although she couldn't convince people at once, the Finance Department shouldn't be stuck on such a trivial matter.

It's just checking the books, not allocating funds.

Someone must be causing trouble.

Sure enough, the next second, the secretary said hesitantly: "The Finance Department said that Mr. Mo wouldn't let it go."

Old stuff.

There was a dark light in Yang Qingheng's eyes, remembering the relationship chart that Fang Nan had sent a few days ago. Someone from the finance department had to intervene.

Looking at the half-empty office in front of me, I felt even more irritated: "It's not working time now, where have everyone gone?"

No wonder Fang Nan went out to sort out documents for a long time and still didn't come back. Most people are slow at work, so it's strange to get up quickly.

However, unexpectedly, the secretary in front of him actually suppressed his words: "All of them have taken annual leave, and a few of them have submitted their resignation letters. I originally wanted to report to you later."

Yang Qingheng hadn't been so silent for a long time. She calmed down for two minutes before she nodded: "Let the HR department continue to recruit people quickly."

When I got back to the office, I almost laughed out of breath.

Everyone submitted their resignation letters just after the meeting, and the finance department was unwilling to cooperate. If it weren't for that old guy Mo Ying, she wrote her name upside down.

"Have a cup of tea to cool down?" Song Hengjue stretched out his index finger and poked her elbow.

"If you don't want to drink, don't bother. You go and rest first." Yang Qingheng got angry when she saw him.

There are about ten secretaries, half of them were appointed by others.

Was Song Hengjue's brain gnawed by a dog? He couldn't even tell.

"I'm leaving, I'm leaving, don't be angry." Song Hengjue was frightened and entered the lounge honestly, not daring to come out and disturb the eyes.

The veins on Yang Qingheng's forehead popped out. He gritted his teeth and swallowed the anger into his stomach, patting his chest comfortingly.

Not angry, she already knew that Song Hengjue was a stubborn man, so she couldn't put too much hope in him in these aspects.

When Fang Nan came back, she heard the secretary-general talking about Yang Qingheng's visit to her just now, and couldn't help but cast a sympathetic look at the office.

Song Hengjue is good at R&D, but he really has no talent for other things in this company.

Although I have been studying hard over the years, there really has not been much progress in terms of interpersonal communication and mindfulness.

With such a big mess, Yang Qingheng will only be more angry, not less.

Song Hengjue noticed Yang Qingheng's increasingly gloomy expression and did not dare to stay in the company any longer, for fear that she would suddenly take action on him.

And he was really afraid of betraying himself in front of everyone, so he left the company in despair by car in the afternoon.

"Driver, stop at the mall in front." Thinking of something, he ordered the driver.

After a short sleep, he reached his twenties. From the planned economy to the opening up, everything around him was unfamiliar to him.

Song Hengjue was very interested in these things.

The most important thing is that he needs to integrate into the life here quickly. He doesn't want to become a burden to Yang Qingheng.

Song Hengjue pursed her lips, her hair hanging down from her forehead, looking a little defeated.

After only two rounds of shopping, he still hadn't recovered from the new things he had just seen. He saw a familiar figure from the corner of his eye. He suddenly turned his head and looked over, and the smile on his face suddenly disappeared.

It turned out to be Gu Yi.