"Jiang Qingha, you don't have to ask my opinion. ”

Su Wanzheng pursed her lips slightly, "You also know why I married him and what it will be like after marriage." Besides, you know me, and I never surprise people about him. ”

The public still doesn't know about their marriage, and this scandal naturally won't affect Su Wanzheng.

The man sighed when he heard this, Su Wanzheng thought that he would be satisfied with this answer, but why did he feel that he was not in a good mood?

She frowned, this inexplicable man, did she want to refuse the company's request without selfishness?

"Good. After a while, Jiang Qingha's voice returned to its usual coldness, and he bowed his head slowly, "It's up to you to talk about the female companion." ”

Su Wanzheng was stunned for a moment, and secretly clenched her fist, she understood Xi Jiangran's Qinggao character, and it was not easy for him to agree to appear hand in hand with the actress.

"Got it. She sighed, the almost perverted man on the other end of the phone, the task given to her was getting harder and harder.

Hearing her sigh helplessly, Jiang Qingha's thin lips pursed a warm smile: "How is the car, are you used to it?"

"It's pretty and pretty, but I'll say it again, I don't have to give it to me in the future. I didn't drive well at all. ”

"If you don't drive well, you have to practice more. He said earnestly, giving Su Wanzheng the illusion of being lectured by the elders, "In the future, when you take foreign customers to visit Rongcheng, do you want to take someone to sit for a taxi?"

Isn't it okay for Xiaomi to drive?

Su Wanzheng muttered twice in her heart, but she didn't dare to say it.

Although the two are familiar enough, she still has a little awe of Jiang Qinghaze in her heart.

"Car keys, do you see them?"

"Car keys?" Su Wanzheng was stunned for a moment, took out the key, and found that a small cat-shaped crystal pendant was hanging on it.

She guessed it was a mirror, but when she opened it, she found that there was a photo pasted inside.

There are two women in the photo, one young and one immature, the young woman has gentle eyes, long hair elegantly dropped off her shoulders, and her arms gently hold the little girl.

And the little girl's black eyes were as clear as water, grinning and smiling sweetly with eight front teeth.

Su Wanzheng was stunned for an instant, the young woman was her mother, and the little girl was her.

She has an impression of this photo, which was taken by her father.

At that time, I wanted to take a photo of a family of three, but my father pressed the shutter and wanted to run quickly in front of the camera, but he tripped over the line on the ground and almost fell, so there was only a photo of her and her mother.

Su Wanzheng hadn't remembered these past events for a long time, her index finger slowly touched the yellowed small photo, and suddenly the tip of her nose was astringent.

But she quickly pulled away from her emotions and felt amazing: "How did you have this picture?"

"Some time ago when you moved the office, you stayed in the drawer. ”

"Really?" Su Wanzheng tilted her head and frowned, why didn't she remember that she had this photo?

However, her recent memory is really not very good, maybe she picked up the photos in the old mansion, put them in her pocket, and brought them to the company.

"Don't lose it again. He said lightly.

At this time, the secretary next to him called him for a meeting, and was overheard by Su Wanzheng: "I know, you go and get busy, Xi Jiangran's matter, I'll find a chance to tell him." ”

Having said that, Su Wanzheng really hadn't thought of a countermeasure yet, she rubbed her hair in annoyance, simply threw away these thoughts, and pulled the chair closer to continue working.

As the evening approached, the employee left the company in twos and threes, and she checked the daily work report at the computer desk.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion downstairs.

At first, Su Wanzheng didn't care, there were many people in the company, and any department could make a commotion all morning if she invited to drink milk tea, and she was used to it.

But the commotion grew louder and louder. She blushed, and when she finally couldn't stand it anymore, the office door was opened: "Sister Zheng, it's not good!"