The Pillow of the Bad President

The news fermented fiercely.

In the whole circle, almost no one does not know.

Zhuang Qintong spent a lot of money secretly, but the effect was minimal.

In addition to announcing that Hao Yan was qualified to participate in the GDA International Design Exhibition, the service association has also released the results of the investigation, confirming that she kept a gunman, and also adjudicating the plagiarism of Susan in the China Cup competition that year, and removing her from the association delisted.

It took her a lot of effort to convince Lin Yin to introduce her to the association, but now

Zhuang Qintong came to the company with a glimmer of hope.

She was holding a crocodile leather satchel, her fingers were clenched very tightly, but she walked towards the elevator with an elegant smile on her face.

It's just that even if she doesn't look sideways, she can feel the contemptuous eyes and whispers of other people looking at her.

Zhuang Qintong's expression was stiff, and there was a layer of sullenness in his heart.

She gritted her teeth, turned a blind eye to all this and walked to the elevator on the far side.

As a well-known brand company at home and abroad, the interior decoration is very elegant, especially the most important design department. If you want to reach the floor, you must swipe your card for verification. Every employee will have an exclusive staff card.

Zhuang Qintong took out the staff card from his bag and put it in the magnetic area as usual.

But the elevator didn't move at all.

Zhuang Qintong was stunned.

She looked down at her staff card, and swiped it again in disbelief.

The numbers on the design department floor still didn't light up.

Zhuang Qintong's pupils shook.

The phone rang.

Zhuang Qintong saw "robert" displayed on the screen, picked it up hastily, and asked anxiously, "Hi, robert, my card"

But Robert directly interrupted her, and said coldly and arrogantly in English, "On behalf of the headquarters, I officially inform you that you have been fired."

Immediately, hung up mercilessly.

Zhuang Qintong's face turned green and pale, and there were only two words left in his head.

Originally, she still had the slightest hope that the brand would at least not abandon herself, but now she had to recognize the fact that her fashion design career was completely terminated.

Zhuang Qintong walked out of the company with stiff steps.

And Hao Yan's predictions were not wrong, it is impossible for her to be depressed because of this.

The main reason why she chose clothing design at the beginning was that she wanted to please Lin Yin, and at the same time, she could enjoy more fame and fortune, which further highlighted her status as a famous lady.

But after so many years of deliberation, she was still unable to win Lin Yin's favor, so there is no need to waste time now.

The driver in front parked the car in the dealer's yard and said respectfully, "Miss Qintong, we're here."

Zhuang Qintong nodded, "Yes."

She walked out of the car with her bag in her hand. When she entered the villa, her footsteps paused slightly, and then when she lifted her foot and continued walking inside, her eyes were red.

After Zhuang Qintong entered, a passing servant nodded and called her, but she didn't respond, but ran all the way back to her room with her head depressed. Soon, intermittent sobbing came from inside.

Not long after, Mrs. Zhuang, who was inquiring, hurried over.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Zhuang Qintong lying on the bed crying, especially sad.

Mrs. Zhuang said distressedly, "Qintong, what's wrong with you, stop crying!"

Although she usually doesn't pay much attention to the news, these two days have been very violent, and she probably knows something about it. Although she doesn't take it to heart, she is somewhat disappointed.

Zhuang Qintong raised his head, and threw himself into Mrs. Zhuang's arms with tears all over his face, "Auntie, woo woo, I'm sorry, I've embarrassed you."

She knows Mrs. Zhuang very well.

When she was young, she had the temper of a young lady, and she also wanted to save face.

Zhuang Qintong was taken over by Madam Zhuang from her natal relatives and cultivated by herself. She has always regarded her as her pride. If she blamed her for anything bad, it would be equivalent to slapping her in the face.

Sure enough, when she heard her say this, Mrs. Zhuang immediately said displeased, "What are you talking about? You are brought up by me, and you have been the most outstanding Shuyuan from a famous family since you were young. It is just a small costume." It’s just a designer, if we don’t do it, don’t forget, you are the daughter of the banker.”

Zhuang Qintong's eyes were red, and he choked up and said, "Grandma, I know, my parents died early when I was young, and you are the best person to me in this world."

Mrs. Zhuang wiped her tears with a tissue, and said very distressed, "That's natural, I always love you the most."

Zhuang Qintong's tears flowed again.

After a while, she stopped talking for a few seconds, and said in a tearful voice, "It's just my aunt, I'm planning to quit the design circle, and I won't be a fashion designer anymore, I don't know where I should go"

Mrs. Zhuang hugged her and vowed, "Don't worry, I will arrange this for you."

Hearing this, Zhuang Qintong nodded with red eyes, with a sad look on his face, but a sinister smile crept up on the corner of his mouth.

That night, Mrs. Zhuang called her husband and son into the living room, saying that she had something to discuss.

Just when she sat down, Lin Yin just returned from going out.

When Mrs. Zhuang saw Lin Yin, she was a little angry, and scolded sarcastically, "I thought it was someone who came back. She turned out to be the good daughter-in-law of the Zhuang family. She is really amazing. She doesn't care about her niece at all, and she doesn't care about killing relatives righteously." vague"

Seeing this, Zhuang Qing frowned and chimed in, "Mom, what are you talking about?"

Lin Yin's face was embarrassing, but she also pursed her lips and said solemnly, "Mom, I just did what I should do."

When Mrs. Zhuang heard her retort, she immediately became furious, "You mean I have to praise you, you turned your elbows away, and you joined forces with that dead girl to deal with Qintong, causing her to suffer such grievances and that Damn girl, I think she is just uneasy and kind."

"Okay!" Mr. Zhuang couldn't bear to drink.

With a serious face, he glared at his wife deeply, "This matter is indeed Qintong's fault."

Zhuang Qintong lowered his head, pretending to be very regretful and sad, "Grandpa said yes"

In fact, her hand almost cut the palm of her hand.

Seeing Zhuang Qintong with her head down, Mr. Zhuang thought that she was a girl after all, and there were a lot of things to say that were too serious, so he restrained his expression and asked, "You called Qing Ze and me over, what exactly do you want to discuss?" matter"

Mrs. Zhuang said, "It's because of Qintong. She can no longer be a designer. Qingze, I plan to ask you to arrange a position for her in Zhuang's."

Zhuang Qing was stunned for a while, "Mom, you want Qintong to enter the Zhuang family"

"Yes" Mrs. Zhuang nodded.

Zhuang Qingze and Lin Yin and his wife looked at each other, with hesitant expressions, "But"

Mrs. Zhuang frowned, "But Qintong has been working as a fashion designer all these years, but she double majored in management when she was in college, and when you just moved back to China, she also took care of some of the Zhuang's affairs for you Pass"

The Pillow of the Bad President