No matter what this sentence made others think, Song Jingqiao had already begun to deal with the dispute professionally, "Say, what do you want me to help you solve?"

"It's not a big deal. The girl was a little embarrassed to talk to Song Jingqiao, but when she turned her head to look at her boyfriend's dog's face, she suddenly opened the conversation: "We have been dating for two years, and he is getting less and less serious about me.

The boy peeked at Song Jingqiao and retorted: "Am I what I mean? Besides, what's wrong with being grass? It's easy to feed! You were raised by your mother too expensive!"

......

Taking advantage of the gap between the two of them, Song Jingqiao glanced at her mobile phone, a lonely text message was placed in the inbox, it was an unfamiliar number, and she was asked to arrive at the company before ten o'clock, followed by a string of addresses.

Song Jingqiao felt that this was probably sent by Zheng Zhi, and just wanted to give him a "received", but the mobile phone rang again, and the second text message followed.

'30% reimbursement of travel expenses, and the rest are at your own expense, so be sure to choose public transportation. ’

is so frugal, it is indeed Zheng Zhi who is right.

Song Jingqiao sniffled and returned to work, she made a "shhh

"I know a little bit about you, woman, and I'm going to say something about you. ”

"Say me, sister, you're not mistaken!" The girl frowned aggrievedly, and when she saw her boyfriend's triumphant sassy appearance, she suddenly lost her good impression of Song Jingqiao, and she didn't speak politely, "Sister, is there something wrong with your brain!"

"I'm okay with my brain, everything is normal for this year's check-up. Song Jingqiao knocked on the back of his hand without changing his face, and said to the girl: "You said that you think your boyfriend treats you as grass, you are not satisfied, but I don't think there is anything bad about it, it is actually not bad to be a little grass, today he stepped on your head, and you may be able to grow on his grave in two days, and think about it, how beautiful the grass is, green, full of vitality, it is best to give it away." ”

Song Jingqiao left in a hurry, and without waiting for the girl to speak again, she waved her hand at Zhao Min, "Order a song "Happy Breakup" and give it to the two guests. ”

Zhao Min secretly rubbed and compared "OK".

It took a lot of time to come to the street office from Zheng Zhi's house, and now it is almost half past nine, and Song Jingqiao is walking with a book in his arms, while thinking about whether to do the subway or the bus.

Yesterday, he gave the fat man 200 yuan to buy tools, and when he looked at it when he lay on the bed at night, he found that the WeChat balance was only 129 yuan and seven cents, and he really couldn't afford to squander it.

Song Jingqiao finally chose the bus, and when she arrived at the downstairs of Zheng Zhi's company, it was ten :02, and there was still time, she breathed a sigh of relief, and walked to the front desk to let her help inform Zheng Zhi.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she stood firmly, the little girl at the front desk squinted her eyes and swept her up and down, with more disdain and disdain in her eyes.

"Are you pregnant too?" the front desk casually pointed to the waiting area next to it, "Go there and wait, but let me tell you in advance, our Mr. Zheng is infertile." ”

Song Jingqiao followed her finger and looked, yo! There are servants sitting, all of them are beauties!

Zheng Zhi plays such flowers?

Song Jingqiao's teeth were sour, and he retracted his gaze and glanced at his phone, ten and four, and if he didn't go up, he would be late.

She thought about it, instead of waiting for the front desk to report, it was better to go upstairs to find it herself, so she turned around and wanted to go to the elevator, halfway through, she heard the front desk say coldly in the back: "The elevator is going to swipe the card, don't waste your efforts, sit there and raise the baby." ”

“......”

Ten a.m. five.

Song Jingqiao was made to cry and laugh by the small front desk, she tried, and really couldn't open the elevator, so she turned back and followed the words of the small front desk: "I'm not pregnant, and I'm not here to raise a baby, little girl, tell you the truth......"

She deliberately lowered her voice and stretched out her hand to signal the small front desk to lean over.

The small front desk said disgustedly, "What are you doing", and came over very honestly.

Song Jingqiao mysteriously leaned into her ear and said, "Actually, I am sending Guanyin." ”

Small reception: "......"

Song Jingqiao was ruthlessly pushed out of the sight of the small front desk.

At 10:07, if you don't go up again, you're really going to be late.

Song Jingqiao held the phone tangledly, she didn't want to call Zheng Zhi, after all, it was working hours, and it was not good to answer the phone rashly, but at the moment she had no other choice, so she had to dial the number that sent her a text message in a panic.

No one answered.

Ten and eight o'clock, which is about the same as being late.

Song Jingqiao was anxious, she hated being late, and her face was unconsciously colder, she turned back to the front desk, and asked the small front desk to let her go upstairs with a cold face.

The small front desk still looked disdainful: "Do you have an appointment?"

Song Jingqiao has never been to work, but she has watched TV, and at this time she finally remembered that she usually needs to make an appointment when she sees the company's senior management, and she is not sure whether Zheng Zhi has ordered it to come down, so she reported her name and asked the small front desk to check.

"Don't waste your efforts, I said you're still ...... Hey, there are appointments. The small front desk looked at the computer page and was stunned for a moment, and when he looked up again, he looked at Song Jingqiao's eyes wrong.

"You go this way. The small front desk called a colleague to come and guard, and she personally led Song Jingqiao into the elevator, with a very respectful attitude, which was very different from just now.

Song Jingqiao didn't feel anything wrong, just anxiously looked at the time, the small front desk was more anxious than her, endured and endured, and then asked cautiously before the elevator reached the twenty-fourth floor: "Are you really sending Guanyin?"

"Hmm. Song Jingqiao left in a hurry, rushed out as soon as the elevator stopped, and didn't notice the shocked look of "eating a big melon" on the face of the little front desk after she left.

And the building of Zhenlong head office also quietly spread a gossip that afternoon, that is: Mr. Zheng is really infertile.

Zheng Zhi's office was on the twenty-fourth floor, and it happened to be ten o'clock when Song Jingqiao arrived in a hurry, but unfortunately, in the short time when Zhou Chi went to inform Zheng Zhi that she was coming, the hands of the clock on the wall mercilessly turned to eleven minutes.

Song Jingqiao was late.

Obviously, Zheng Zhi doesn't like people who are late, as soon as Song Jingqiao entered the door, he was quickly criticized by Zheng Zhi standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window before he had time to look at the furnishings in the room.

"Do you have a sense of time? Is that long enough time for you to plan ahead?"

Song Jingqiao sniffed in embarrassment, stood up obediently like a primary school student who was late for school, and obediently admitted his mistake: "I'm sorry, it's me who is wrong." ”

"There is no next time. Zheng Zhi loosened his tie unhappily, and there was a trace of impatience in his gentle eyebrows, looking like he was bothered by something.

Song Jingqiao was anxious to make up for his mistakes, and took the initiative to ask him: "Mr. Zheng, is there anything you called me to do?"

"I'll take you to meet a friend. Zheng Zhi walked back to the desk, took out a thick pile of A4 paper from the drawer, flipped through it, took out one from it and handed it to Song Jingqiao: "Dong Yao's brother, you familiarize yourself with it in advance, don't spoil my good deeds." ”