He died to save me, and was reborn to be favored by him

One morning.

Qiao Wangshu was looking at the project files.

The other members of Group C were talking behind their backs.

"Here comes another young lady who only knows how to talk. I don't know what bad luck she has to be assigned to Group C."

"Don't judge a person by appearance. What if he really has real talent and knowledge?"

"Real talent? I heard that she studied history, how could she manage a company? How could she do projects? I thought I would have a chance to be promoted after such a long time without a new team leader, but now it seems that there is no hope."

"Team Leader Qiao is not only the daughter of the chairman, but also a major shareholder of our group and the fiancée of the Third Master. Didn't you see it just now? The bite on her neck was caused by the Third Master, right? She can reincarnate and has a man protecting her. What can you compare with her? Just accept your fate!"

"It's just that she relies on a pretty face and a man, what's so great about that!"

"..."

The discussion among the people below.

Occasionally, it would reach Qiao Wangshu's ears.

She seemed to be indifferent and focused on her own affairs.

Of course it is impossible to win people's hearts just by talking.

She had just arrived, and she could not really convince them by just scolding them based on her status and background. If she wanted to truly establish her prestige, she had to show her real ability and convince them once and for all!

This is also a good opportunity to see who is human in the group, who is a ghost, who is available, and who is not available.

Qiao Wangshu made a rough classification of all the projects.

Compared to the projects of the Mo Group, which are worth tens of millions, hundreds of millions, billions, and tens of billions, these projects in Group C are nothing. Perhaps the work efficiency of Group C has always been poor, so most of the projects assigned to them are worth millions, or even hundreds of thousands. There is only one large project worth tens of millions or hundreds of millions, and that is the fixed cooperation project with Gao Group every year.

It turns out that the Gao family's order is in Song Wenya's hands. No wonder Gao Yiyao is trying to curry favor with her like that?

There is only one major project in Group C.

There are many small projects.

Every day's work is extremely tedious and busy.

During this period, Song Wenya did not come to work, and Team C was temporarily managed by Project Manager Xie Xuan. As the project manager, the affairs of the entire department were piled on his head. He was very slack in managing Team C, and the internal situation was very chaotic. The twenty or so team members were not like headless flies, not knowing how to work, but they did not stop, picking and choosing, and only picking projects that were easy to get started and high in profit. The purpose was simple, they wanted to make good achievements while the position of team leader was not determined, and get a promotion and salary increase. The difficult projects were always piled up.

The water flows to the lower places, and the people go to the higher places.

It is human nature to want to get promoted and make money!

But Qiao Wangshu couldn't stand it when people ignored the interests of the group just for the sake of salary increase and promotion.

She didn't have a fit right away.

Instead, I plan to go through all the projects first so that I have a clear idea of ​​them.

For several days.

She was so busy that she worked almost day and night.

Working overtime is common.

There is really no time to eat.

She must get started as soon as possible, establish her position in the project department, use both kindness and force, win over and intimidate people before she can proceed to the next step.

Because she was busy, she even had less time to call Mo Beichen and send WeChat messages.

This causes someone to start to feel uneasy, have wild thoughts, and worry about gains and losses...

My dear wife, do you not love me anymore?

Dear wife, why don’t you call me?

Why don’t you send WeChat messages to your wife?

My dear wife has changed!

……

Dazzling.

Seven days passed quietly.

Qiao Wangshu finally finished reading all the project documents of Group C. In the entire office building, her office was the only one with the lights on.

She raised her hand and glanced at her watch.

It's ten o'clock!

When she was working on her master's thesis, she never stayed up until this time every night!

Pack your things.

Qiao Wangshu went downstairs and prepared to drive home.

I didn't expect Wen Lan was still in the car.

She opened the passenger seat and got in: "Didn't I tell you to go back and rest first, and not wait for me?"

Wen Lan has always been a cool and cool queen, and she said simply: "You give a lot!"

Qiao Wangshu: “…”

As expected, if the money is paid, everything will be easy to discuss!

home.

Qiao Wangshu went upstairs, took a shower, blew her hair, changed her clothes, and did some simple skin care...

A toss.

Finally I lay down in the comfortable bed.

She breathed a long sigh of relief!

After working so hard for so long, tomorrow will be the day for the first harvest.

There are so many things to do, I need to take some time to get some sleep.

at the same time.

Mohist Manor.

Uncle Zhang called Mo Beixiao.

When Qiao Wangshu returned to the Qiao family, Mo Beixiao was originally very worried about Mo Beichen, so he went to bed early and got up early at home, and synchronized his work and rest schedule with Mo Beichen for a few days. Seeing that his third brother had nothing to do, he would chat with his third sister-in-law on WeChat, make video calls, and call... He smiled happily. The manor was filled with the sour smell of love, so he resumed his life of going to bed late and getting up late, and appearing and disappearing mysteriously. At this time, he was almost never at home.

When he received the call from Uncle Zhang, his heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason: "Uncle Zhang?"

……

After hanging up the phone.

Mo Beixiao grabbed his hair in annoyance, thought about it, and decided to call Qiao Wangshu before going home.

Qiao Wangshu had just fallen asleep.

The sudden ringing of the phone startled her.

She turned on the bedside lamp in a daze, reached for the mobile phone on the bedside table. Her eyes were not used to the sudden light, so she squinted slightly, glanced at the caller ID, and swiped to answer.

Mo Beixiao's anxious voice came from the other side: "Third sister-in-law!"

Qiao Wangshu yawned and rubbed his eyes: "Old Four, why are you calling me so late? Is there something wrong?"

Mo Beixiao asked anxiously: "Third sister-in-law, did you have a quarrel with my third brother?"

"Fighting?" Qiao Wangshu was too tired recently and too busy to even have a meal. He was just woken up and his mind was in a daze: "No, we are fine. I sent him a WeChat message at noon. He said he ate well and slept well. What's wrong?"

Mo Beixiao grabbed his hair again in confusion: "Are you sure? Uncle Zhang just called me and said that my third brother was in a very good mood when he came back from get off work today. He went upstairs early after dinner, took a bath, and dressed himself up... He could be a groom. Then he came downstairs and sat on the sofa. He was very happy at first. Now his face is... It must be two meters long..."

As Qiao Wangshu was listening, he suddenly remembered something and woke up instantly! He sat up with a sudden jerk, and his voice suddenly soared: "Oh my god! I forgot something important! Lao Si, I won't tell you now! It's urgent, I'll contact you later!"

Done.

Qiao Wangshu died.

Mo Beixiao stared at the words "Call ended" for a long time, muttering, "What's going on? These two are so weird? No, I'd better go home and have a look..."

Mohist Manor.

Mo Beichen was wearing a crescent white suit.

He was born with a cold and pale complexion, and this dress made him look even more elegant. It softened the hostility between his eyebrows, making him look particularly elegant and gentle. His dark eyes were deep and deep, and they were illuminated by the soft light of the crystal lamp, like the bright stars in the night sky, flowing and shining. He sat on the sofa with his long legs crossed. He held a mobile phone in his hand, and the diamond ring on his ring finger was dazzling.

Incomparably handsome.

The nobility is overwhelming.

Just the look on his face...

Very ugly!

He raised his wrist and glanced again.

Eleven twenty-eight!

She hasn't come back yet!

Seven days!

She lied to him!

Little liar!