Mr. He, please respect yourself

"Okay." Jiang Qing raised her hands in a gesture of surrender, "If you don't want to hear me, I won't talk about it. The white moonlight in your house is white and white, light and light. I will shut up. Bai Yueguang can't talk about it, the little one just go Meet your fiancee."

He Chumo: "..."

"Oh, by the way, look at my brain, I almost forgot to tell you." Jiang Qing exclaimed exaggeratedly, turned around in an extremely contrived manner, picked up the IPAD and flipped to a video, clicked to open Going to He Chumo, "Boss, in the video that was sent out, I found one about your unmarried wife. Poor little guy, I don't know who was bullied by a heartless person, so I just squatted on the ground cry."

The video was playing, and He Chumo immediately recognized Song Zicheng, who covered his face in the video and squatted on the ground crying.

It was the night of the He family's family banquet. He said he was an outsider and let him go.

He Chumo frowned, listening to the loud crying in the video.

"Close it." He Chumo pushed the IPAD away with his hand, "What's so interesting."

"It's really not good-looking." Jiang Qing turned off the video, and said while walking: "This person is stupid, he can still be taught, and he can be saved, but if he is stupid, how can he teach? It is hopeless, so stupid , I only know how to pester you, and you deserve to be bored, right? Boss."

He Chumo didn't answer, and Jiang Qing didn't expect any good words from his boss.As long as this person believes in something, let alone ten cows, a hundred thousand cows can't be brought back, he will have a stubborn and old-fashioned bad temper.

At this time, the front desk called, "Assistant Jiang, there is a Mr. Song looking for you. He is at the front desk and said that he has an appointment with you at three o'clock."

Jiang Qingying, "That's right, you let him take the special elevator directly to the president's level."

"Ok."

Jiang Qing hung up the phone and was preparing the materials, planning to go down to the conference room on the same floor.He is He Chumo's assistant, and his office is next to He Chumo's office. There is also a small meeting room on the same floor, which is specially used for meeting important clients.

But less than 2 minutes after hanging up the phone, Jiang Qing's phone rang again. He looked at the caller ID on the screen, it was Song Zicheng.

When the phone was connected, Jiang Qing said in a professional tone, respectfully: "Master Song, hello."

"Hello, Assistant Jiang." Song Zicheng's voice came from the microphone, "Assistant Jiang, can we change to another place when we meet?"

Jiang Qing raised his eyebrows.

"Is there any inconvenience?" Jiang Qing asked.

"It's not inconvenient, it's just..." Song Zicheng's voice was a bit cramped, "I heard from the lady at the front desk that I'm going to the president's floor."

Jiang Qing raised her eyebrows again, SO?

"If it's possible, can you...don't go there?" Song Zicheng said, "I think there is a small reception room near the front desk. Just chatting is enough... Assistant Jiang, what do you think...how is it?"

Jiang Qing pressed her temple with one hand, her eyes kept glancing towards He Chumo's office, the corner of her mouth couldn't hide a smirk, she tried her best to keep her face upright, she should be serious, "Okay, Young Master Song, wait a moment, we See you in the small conference room at the front desk."

As soon as the phone was hung up, Jiang Qing rushed to He Chumo's office with the documents like a wild horse, "Boss! Your little wife has changed!"

He Chumo didn't raise his head, but concentrated on looking at the document in his hand.

Jiang Qing said excitedly, "Boss, did you hear what I said?"

"Huh? What did you say?" He Chumo asked perfunctorily.

"I said your little wife has changed her mind." Jiang Qing rushed to He Chumo's desk, "Do you know what your little wife just asked me too much? He actually told me, no Come up, wait for the meeting, it will be fine in the conference room at the front desk."

He Chumo: "And then? What do you want to say."

Jiang Qing shouted, "The conference room at the front desk is enough? Is your little wife only satisfied with the conference room at the front desk? Boss, he has changed! He used to wish he could see you every day, but now, knowing you are here , He actually gave up this great opportunity?"

"Oh my God." Jiang Qing felt relieved and moved to see the bright moon, ignoring the fierce eyes of her boss, covering her heart with emotion, "Finally grown up, my brain is finally enlightened Yes, being able to tell right from wrong, and distinguishing scumbags, is touching, so touching."

He Chumo listened to Jiang Qing talking nonsense in his ear, wishing to punch the idiot in front of him again.

"Boss, this is all thanks to your good teaching."

"Are you busy? Do you still want this month's bonus?" He Chumo had a stern face, and his mouth was threatening.

"It's a lot of free time, but the bonus is still required!" Jiang Qing rubbed the soles of her feet when she heard that the bonus would be deducted, picked up the documents and was about to leave.

"But Boss, you really have to do a self-criticism. Your family obviously doesn't want to see you now. What a good boy, a stinky man doesn't know how to cherish it."

Before Jiang Qing finished speaking, a thick file flew over directly.

"I hide! Bah! Smelly man!"

Watching Jiang Qing walking out of the office, He Chumo leaned on the back of the chair irritably, knocking on the armrest of the chair with his fingers.

Jiang Qing brought two colleagues to the small conference room next to the front desk.

It has been a long time since I have seen this young master of the Song family.Jiang Qing remembered that the last time she saw him was more than a year ago, at the year-end summary party of Shining Star Company.

At that time, Song Zicheng had a young figure, wearing a well-fitting black suit, neatly combed hair, and looked like a little adult. Standing among a group of real adults, he looked immature and fresh.It's just that under the eyes, there are some rules and restraints that don't belong to his age, which left a deep impression on Jiang Qing.

He was thinking at the time, this young master seemed to have changed a bit compared to the positive enthusiasm at the beginning of the engagement.

Jiang Qing is He Chumo's assistant, and the two are also friends.When He Chumo got engaged, he was the first person to be there. Later, because of his close relationship with He Chumo, he saw the stalking and inexplicable confidence of the young master of the Song family.

Intercept all kinds of gossip targets who threaten He Chumo, call He Chumo several times a day, ask various inquiries, Sapo wants to live in He Chumo's villa, and send meals to He Chumo instead of sending meals to the company villa.By the way, Song Zicheng at that time insisted on delivering breakfast to He Chumo's villa every day, and those breakfasts were still eaten by Jiang Qing.

Those days were really annoying and funny.

Later, Song Fanren suddenly stopped being annoying, he didn't pester people, he didn't mess around, the phone didn't ring, people didn't show up, and the breakfast that didn't fall every day for more than a month was gone. Jiang Qing was sad, waiting and looking forward to it every day, It's the delicious breakfast cooked by Chef Song's family.

Feeding his stomach, a pull away, and leave him irresponsible.

Scumbag!

Later, it was Xingyao's year-end party. The He and Song families were in a cooperative relationship, and they were also prospective in-laws. The Song family, young and old, were all on the invitation list.

In fact, Jiang Qingtong had met Song Zicheng three times in total.The first time was the day of He Song's engagement, he was busy and saw Song Zicheng who was full of joy; the second time was the day when Song Zicheng came to the company to deliver meals to He Chumo, he obeyed his boss' orders, Let the front desk stop the person, and let the security guard drive him out. What he saw was Song Zicheng who was full of embarrassment and frustration; the third time was the year-end party.