Flash marriage contract, the abstinent president changed his gender

"Who?"

Standing still at his seat, Yu Qingluo turned on his computer and cleaned up the mess without even thinking:

"She seems to be quite mysterious all the time. She doesn't take part in variety shows or social events, and she doesn't do many interviews. It's rare to see a star so low-key. If you don't tell me, she must be a rich girl?"

A rich girl still needs a sponsor?

"Could it be her father?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhong Xiaofang said,

"Do you really believe in the personality of the entertainment industry? I thought this was a filter and patent of brainless fans like Yan Zi."

"Haha, don't say that. Didn't Yan Zi receive moral support when she was in the most difficult time? She is still very rational in chasing idols. It's not in vain."

She will not spend money recklessly on celebrities, and occasionally she can make friends and attract new users in the fan circle. She is also the most active in liking and forwarding posts to collect data for celebrities, and she is even willing to drag them along.

People still need some spiritual pursuits.

"That's what she supports? That's what the character supports, okay?"

Zhong Xiaofang still disagreed, and then rolled over mysteriously on her swivel chair:

"Hey, it's said to be Yin Liting, the president of Yin Group. Didn't you see Yan Zi is as excited as a chicken?"

"That's right. If the idol hooks up with such a big shot, there might be an employee of Sizong International hiding in one of the fan groups. If they really want to get one, let's say there are millions of dollars in one account, let's say 100,000, and just ask some colleagues, wouldn't it be easy to complete the monthly sales?"

"I will definitely take as much commission as I can!"

"This is much more valuable than those who just open empty numbers."

“What if the sponsor or my secondary account is also here? Oh my god, I don’t know, this could really be a new idea!”

"Hey, Sister Yu, do you think we should join or chase a star as well?"

Zhong Xiaofang became more and more excited as she spoke, and from time to time she would glance at the two people running in the hall. Yu Qingluo's head was buzzing when she heard it:

"Yin Liting?"

How could it be him?

"Didn't he say he hated women?"

After saying this, Yu Qingluo actually felt uneasy in her heart, because the two of them had really been together. She couldn't help but think of the woman's phone call and the night they returned to the old house.

"No matter how much you hate him, there must be exceptions, right? How can he even hate his own mother? Zhu Nianqing can be so low-key, such a big name, and still receive so many good resources. If you say there is no powerful person behind him to protect him, do you believe it?"

"..."

Yu Qingluo was silent, and suddenly it felt like there was something blocking his chest, unable to move up or down.

"However, it is definitely not easy to get close to rich people. I heard that there was a top beauty who threw herself at him, but he just let her take a dog. How could that woman still have the nerve? From now on, we will just not find this person anymore."

The bell for work rang at the back, and the two of them didn't say anything else. They turned around and went back to work.

That day, because of this episode, Yu Qingluo still felt a little uncomfortable. After work, when she went out and saw Pei Junchi waiting at the door again, she felt even worse.

There is really no peace of mind!

She turned around and walked towards a parking space on the side. Behind her, a dark shadow followed closely. Soon, the road ahead was blocked. Yu Qingluo went around it, and there was no movement behind her.

I don't know how many times I have repeated the same action this week.

In front of the car, Yu Qingluo had just unlocked the door, but this time, the road ahead was blocked by someone.

"Pei Junchi, what on earth are you going to do?"

"I don't want to get married~"

What?

With a decadent sound, Yu Qingluo took three full seconds to react:

"Are you really ill?"