Su Xiang propped himself on the back of his chair with one hand, leaned over and looked at a few people, "This is good, you make a mark." ”

Zhou Sichen said: "It is not appropriate for the studio to recruit newcomers when it has just started, and it needs a person who already has a certain right to speak in the jewelry industry as a helmsman. ”

Su Xiang thought for a while, felt that this made sense, and nodded: "Then you can help me choose." ”

Zhou Sichen lowered her head and concentrated on reading the character information, and Su Xiang's mobile phone rang on the side, she picked it up and looked at it, and signaled: "It's Song Zhiyin." ”

Zhou Sichen didn't raise his head: "She's already there?"

The bell was still ringing, Su wanted to extinguish the screen and pretend to be dead, and he already expected that the other side would scold her like something, Song Zhiyin's earth-shattering crying ghostly crying, making trouble, and hanging himself were staged in front of him every minute, wiping tears while accusing, "I don't have a wingman like you! From today onwards, I, Song Zhiyin, will remarry!

Zhou Sichen turned on the computer and entered a string of passwords, and calmly comforted her: "Don't worry too much, the person who should go has already gone." ”

When Zhou Sichen turned on the computer, Su Xiang's entire attention had been completely attracted by him, her gaze gently swept over the electronic lock on the utility room and then fell back, and she looked at the people sitting in front of her silently and entered her birthday without moving, and pressed the confirm button-

The home screen popped up.

But in the same way, it is not used for electronic locks.

"Huh?"

After not responding for a long time, Zhou Sichen turned his face sideways and looked up at her, only to see Su Xiang staring at his keyboard in a daze.

"Oh, go, go, just go—wait! who's going?"

"What are you thinking so seriously. Zhou Sichen didn't notice Su Xiang's abnormal expression, and continued: "I sent a message to Shen Zhixing, and he passed. It's not a proper place, and it's not good to let Miss Song go alone. ”

"Shen Zhixing... Shen Zhixing is fine, then I can rest assured. ”

Su Xiang didn't take his eyes off the computer screen.

It's not Zhou Sichen's birthday, what else can it be, and is there any other day that is particularly important to this guy?

She looked at the back of Zhou Sichen's head and fell into deep thought.

In just a moment, the man had already packaged the five designer materials screened out and sent them to Su Xiang's mailbox.

"You get to know it first and then contact, I'll ask Li Yanchuan to say hello in advance on their side. ”

"Okay, it's up to Mr. Xiao Zhou. ”

Su Xiang squinted his eyes and smiled, and ran to the back to knock him on the shoulder, as if he had no intention of asking: "By the way, I wanted to ask you before, what are you in that small room, locked all day long, mysterious." ”

The corners of Zhou Sichen's mouth, which had been bent a second ago, collapsed instantly, his smile was exhausted, and his lip line returned to straight.

He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes twitched, and calmly said: "It's just sundries, the documents and materials archived by the company are not valuable in themselves, but it is also tricky to leak out." ”

"Oh, oh, that's it. Su Xiang didn't stop, continued to knock, and didn't ask again.

But it was obvious that because of the landing of her words, the tense body of the person under her gradually relaxed, and the defense built after realizing that it was safe was slowly disintegrating.

Sample, lie, huh?

Her fists clenched and fell.

"How is this strength?

The woman screamed sweetly.

*

Song Zhiyin came to the Cowherd shop for the first time in his life.

When her father was socializing when she was very young, she knew that there was an industry called Miss in this world, and all kinds of beautiful women went to climb his father's bed one after another.

But her father is an old fox, and a woman who has never seen much of the world can really play this kind of goblin in the business world, and in the end, she can only get what she deserves, and she can't eat any extra points.

Later, she got together with a lot of little sisters and old sisters, and she knew that the synonym of Miss was not little brother, but cowherd. I really can't imagine how a group of young men with five big and three thick people can be in bed with each other, Song Zhiyin was difficult to digest for a while, and then he heard more and saw more, so he digested himself.

But at this moment, it is the first time she has come back to single-handedly enter the happy world of women, practice is the only criterion for testing the truth, she has no practical experience, so she is a little embarrassed and a little cowardly.

The hall of the clubhouse was decorated like a serious leisure place, she raised her chin, smashed the bar with the breeze that only regular customers have, and walked to the counter calmly.

"Hello, I'm looking for Mr. Yu from your clubhouse. ”

Mr. Fish, nicknamed Yuyou, Song Zhiyin knows very well that this is not his real name, who hasn't had a name for running business these years.

Yuyou's existence was heard by her from Shen Zhixing's assistant, and since this man showed her the consumption records here, she had to pass by the Jiru Hotel headquarters every once in a while, grabbing his poor assistant and subjecting him to mental and physical torture.

After she emphasized the threat of "you don't want your boss's family to be cut off in the future" for the umpteenth time, the assistant compromised, so she put down her hand pulling someone's tie and successfully got Yuyou's business card.

The guy at the counter reacted for a while, his expression seemed a little surprised, but he quickly resumed his professional and skilled smirk, and said, "This lady, Mr. Yu of our club has an itinerary today, can you see if you want to make an appointment for tomorrow morning?"

In the morning, did Mr. Yu open the door to pick up customers so early? Song Zhiyin sighed in his heart for his dedication, sure enough, every industry is very difficult, and competitiveness is everywhere.

Her curiosity about the fish was even greater.

"No, I'm talking about seeing Mr. Yuyou today. Song Zhiyin was unmoved, and dragged his sunglasses in front of the shiny man in the suit in front of him, pulled down a slit with his two fingers together, and looked at him from the slit: "Only today." ”

"This ......," the oil-headed pink-faced man looked embarrassed and weighed for a moment, "Okay ma'am, I'll call Mr. Yu and see if he can reserve time over there." ”

Song Zhiyin nodded, raised his orchid fingers at him with his handbag, and spoke in a holding voice, "Just today, I just want to see Mr. Yu today——— me!

Before she could finish speaking, the collar on the back of her neck suddenly tightened, and she was dragged back several steps, and her pretentious voice was all shattered in her throat, in exchange for a violent roar.

"Who the are you! Let me go!"

Song Zhiyin waved her arms, but the manpower behind her was really strong, and when she was carried all the way out of the door of the club, she couldn't turn her head to see the dignity of the people behind.

Retreating to a distance of more than ten meters from the hall, the hand at the collar was released, and she immediately turned around, "You're insane!"

"Are you nervous?"

On the top of his head, Shen Zhixing was speechless and had a headache.

The glittering golden signboard of the White Horse Club was in front of him, he pressed his temples, resisted the urge to scold, and said as tactfully as possible: "Where did Miss Song come from today to relax and relax here?"