Zha Gong cried bitterly for me after rebirth

Bai Qingjiu should still be the same as before, and said casually: "Isn't your small outpatient clinic very busy?"

Shen Zhuo laughed: "Pfft, I'm the youngest chief physician in the hospital now, and I have to make an appointment three days in advance to get my number. Our family, Momo, the deputy commander of the East China Aviation Area, is busy."

Bai Qingjiu smiled awkwardly, he didn't expect that this five years has completely changed, they are all getting better, only me...still doing nothing.

While helping the child, Shen Zhuo said, "What about you? We meet again after a long absence. When are you going to announce the identity of the wife of the president of the Murong family?"

After finishing speaking, the atmosphere fell into a bewildered silence, and Shen Zhuo was shocked: "No way, you haven't reconciled yet? No, no, you obviously have all the rings on."

Mo Yanchen stuffed a piece of meat into Shen Zhuo's mouth: "Eat well."

After the meal, Ajing and Guoguo were glued together again. Children's quarrels are like playing house, no matter how unprecedented the quarrel is, they will make up with a little hand.

"Daddy, I'm staying at my uncle's house tonight, and I want to play with Guoguo."

Bai Qingjiu felt embarrassed: "How can this work, uncle just got home and hasn't rested yet."

Shen Zhuo jumped out: "It's okay, it's okay, when Murong was on a business trip or busy with work, Ah Jing always lived in our house, so don't see me outside."

"But……"

Murong Qin said first: "Then I will trouble you, the kindergarten will start in three days, and I will pick it up then."

"You are welcome to visit us anytime."

It was snowing outside, Bai Qingjiu wrapped his scarf tightly, and a coat suddenly fell from his shoulders. He looked at Murong Qin, wearing only a thin shirt, and gave him the only coat.

"are not you cold?"

Murong Qin said, "I'm used to it."

"Have you been like this all these years?"

"Later I realized that you will come back only if I bear all the loneliness and desolation you have experienced."

"..."

"When those memories appeared in my head, I couldn't believe it was me, and I suddenly understood why you resisted me so strongly when you went back to the past and saw me, because I made you painful and desperate, Make you no longer believe in hope, what is hope to you?"

Bai Qingjiu shook his head: "I don't know."

"Oh, it's all my fault, I can't deny it."

"I have experienced two choices, one makes me lost in lies, and the other makes me crazy in front of the truth, no matter which one I don't want, Murong Qin, I think..."

Murong Qin stopped, snow fell on his head, the tall and straight man was like a sculpture in the dark night: "What do you want?"

Bai Qingjiu clenched his fists and said sincerely: "I want to start again, I want to have a complete life, instead of going round and round, I want... let you get to know me again."

The corners of Murong Qin's lips curled up slightly, and he nodded: "Okay."

"Tomorrow I want to find a job and make money to support my children."

Murong Qin paused for a moment: "Okay."

"You are not allowed to interfere with my work. After Ah Jing goes to school, I will pick her up on time and hand it over to you."

"We pick up and drop off together."

This was Murong Qin's insistence, everyone took a step back, Bai Qingjiu swallowed a breath: "Okay."

"Give me your hand."

Bai Qingjiu raised his hand, not knowing what he was going to do, Murong Qin bent down and kissed lightly on the back of his hand: "Hello, Bai Qingjiu, please give me your advice for the rest of my life."

Bai Qingjiu shivered: "Hurry up and go home, I'm about to freeze to death."

If they had spoken their minds to each other from the very beginning, how could there have been such a long period of back and forth and unclear explanations.

------

Bai Qingjiu made a resume, first sent today's paintings to Xiaojing, and then brought two of his own works, and started looking for a job for the first time after graduating from university.

"Have you graduated five years ago and haven't worked in a related job?"

"No, it's always been a personal painting."

"Are there any works published in newspapers and magazines?"

"No."

"Our studio does not accept newcomers, especially if you are not young, we don't have the energy to train you."

"Thank you."

Bai Qingjiu found several studios, but they were all rejected for various reasons. Who would ask who would hire a 28-year-old Sanwu Xiaobai with no work experience, no works, and no background.

Bai Qingjiu came home depressed, locked himself underground, looked for flaws in his works, and tried to speak with his works tomorrow.

The reason why he is today is because Murong Qin locked him up for five years. As long as he asks, he won't be able to find any job. The dignified young master of the Xia family, the sweetheart of President Murong, will fail in finding a job.

Murong Qin couldn't take it anymore, and immediately called Assistant Fan: "Is there an editorial agency in the Xia family property in my hand?"

"It was part of the shutdown plan you laid out last month."

"Tomorrow, I will increase the funds for them and increase the layout and rich content. I have a request..."

The next day, Bai Qingjiu received a call: "Hello, Mr. Bai, we are the Summer Entertainment Editorial Agency. I saw your resume posted online. We are short of a painting editor. Are you interested?"

"I can give it a try."

With a monthly salary of [-], working from [-] to [-], submitting manuscripts on time, and getting a commission based on the number of clicks, Bai Qingjiu was very satisfied with the job and immediately accepted the offer.

"What time are you coming back tonight?"

When Murong Qin received this call, he almost laughed out loud at the rostrum of the meeting: "I'll be back after get off work."

"I have good news, I'll tell you later."

"Ah."

Murong Qin hung up the phone and was overwhelmed with emotion: "The meeting is over!"

"President, the annual meeting and year-end awards..."

"According to the highest standards."

"Yeah! Long live the company!" The Murong Group, which has always been serious and serious, gave warm cheers.

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Bai Qingjiu has his own small desk, and is mainly responsible for the works of the painting column and the small illustrations of the entertainment news. He never pays attention to the gossip in the entertainment circle. He just turned on the computer, and a colleague sent a photo of Xue Qin.

The popular traffic niche student is unhappy, clubbing late at night, and hasn't returned all night...

"New here, make a mosaic of the picture."

"Where to hit?"

"Beat the people around you, isn't it okay to beat Mr. Xue?"

Computer editing is not Bai Sake's strong point, but at least he knows a little bit, and then he sent the picture: "Is it okay?"

"Oh, zoom in on Xue Qin's face, this is our exclusive news, our editorial office will turn around with this picture, okay?"

"Isn't this bad? Invading other people's privacy."

"Celebrities are put on the stage for others to see. Besides, with President Murong helping him settle things, what are you afraid of?"

"President Murong?"

"That's right, didn't he keep breaking the news that he was being taken care of by President Murong? He is also a rich second generation, and he didn't worry about it. We are just porters."

Bai Qingjiu stopped talking, and edited the picture slightly: "The pixels are not high, that's the only way."

"Okay, I can barely see clearly. The editor-in-chief has set up a studio for you inside, so that you can concentrate on painting. You must have a background."

"I...I didn't."

Bai Qingjiu entered the studio with tools in his arms. After a day, the work was quite smooth. Hearing from them, this editorial agency was about to close down, but somehow it revived.

"Xiaobai, I will hold a welcome party for you tonight, let's go to the bar."

Bai Qingjiu waved his hand: "I don't drink, you guys can play."

"You're welcome, we are all colleagues now, the bar is a good place, you can meet big news casually."

"But I..."

Before Bai Qingjiu finished speaking, he was dragged away. He hadn't reported to Murong Qin yet, and there were people all around, noisy. If he called, he would definitely be called immediately.

Bai Qingjiu didn't want to get involved with him in front of his colleagues, so he finished texting, Bai Qingjiu buried his head in typing: "Work overtime tonight, I'll go back later by myself, don't worry..."

Bai Qingjiu deleted a few words and only said: "Work overtime tonight."

The call came quickly, and Bai Qingjiu hung up quickly, feeling hot in the palm of his hand, calmed down for a while, and replied with a few words: "The leader has a meeting."

Murong Qin replied: "I'll pick you up after get off work."

Bai Qingjiu bit his lip and laughed unknowingly.

"Xiaobai, why don't you drink?"

Bai Qingjiu came back to his senses: "I can't drink enough, I get drunk when I drink."

"Really or not? You are the protagonist today, why don't you save face."

The white sake was blown up to the sky, and he couldn't come to the stage if he didn't drink it down, so he picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

"Cheer up! Would you like another drink?"

"I'm not coming, I'm not coming." Bai Qingjiu's eyes began to blur.

"It's okay if you don't drink, let's go dance."

"I can't dance, either."

"It will be done when it comes!"

A group of young people stood in the middle of the dance floor and cheered up, Bai Qingjiu was caught in it in a daze, it couldn't work, my head was really dizzy.

A girl said: "The photographer Xiao Liu captured Xue Qin here yesterday. Do you think he will come today?"

"I don't know, it should be... no."

"This is called waiting for the rabbit. Maybe the rabbit will be delivered to your door."

"Hahaha, that's impossible." Bai Qingjiu hiccupped, wanting to slip out of the place full of people's voices, but as he was walking, he heard Murong Qin's voice in a daze.

With so many people, his voice was still so clear, the clarity was a little scary, Bai Qingjiu shook his head, it's impossible, he wouldn't come to this kind of place.

The colleague suddenly covered his mouth and pulled him behind the pillar: "Shhh - don't go out, there is a good show to watch."

As soon as Bai Qingjiu turned his head, the colleagues from the editorial office were all here, staring sharply ahead.

"What's the matter, I just said that he will come today, look at the person next to him, he is President Murong, right?"

"It seems to be true, take a quick shot."

"Don't shoot, brother, President Murong can run over us with one finger when he is angry."

Bai Qingjiu's ears were buzzing, as if the whole world had quieted down, only the two people facing each other in front of him were talking, it was Murong Qin, anyone could admit his mistake, but Bai Qingjiu would not.