Chapter 37: False Notes: Who's Doing Ghosts

After this incident, Fang Qing learned to leave work on time, although this punctuality means that she must catch the last train.

It may be enjoyable to try new things and explore the unknown, but she doesn't want to be scared anymore.

Fang Qing prides herself on being a little person, she has never done anything big to make waves, and she is used to being a B corner in any scene.

However, she didn't know that it was precisely because of her arrival that the seemingly calm water surface was rippling layer by layer, and she was about to be pushed to the A corner position by this wave of water that was as big as a wave.

World Newspaper Wei City Branch, in the pantry:

Wallflower A: Isn't that Yining already full of regular and successfully turned into a regular? Why is there another one?

Wallflower B: I heard that Fang Qing has a lot of background, didn't you see that the leaders were polite to her!

Wallflower C: Yes, I heard Mr. Liao say that she was slow to get started, how could there be so many Dinghai Shen needles for people to hold.

Wallflower A: Yining has the means to do things and has strong abilities, that Fang Qing still has a long way to go, I am still optimistic about Yining.

Wallflower B: What's the use, a dark box operation is in vain......

The ancients did not deceive me, do not talk behind my back, and beware of the wall having ears.

It just so happened that the ear next door was Yining, and she happened to hear other people's discussions, yes, such an excellent self, the result of nine out of ten, suddenly there were variables halfway, who is willing.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed in the corner of her eyes, and it seemed that she was going to sacrifice a little white rabbit again!

She still remembers the rabbit who joined the company with her, and now this one, hehe, is really the same kind of thing with her, stupid and cute!

*

Yin Ning recalled all the sadness she experienced during school, if it weren't for the reminder at the end of summer that day, she would have even gotten used to being paralyzed, and almost forgot that her full name was Jiang Yining, which she didn't want to mention, and sealed her name.

Therefore, she had to do everything possible to squeeze into the World Newspaper, and from the moment she learned that she could join the World Newspaper, Yining decided to break with the past, and she wanted to be a new version of herself.

She guided everyone to call her Yining, and never took the initiative to mention that name, when everyone got used to "Yining", it seemed that it didn't matter so much about what her full name was.

At this time, Yining was lying naked in the suite of a five-star hotel in the center of the city.

His thoughts were pulled back by inexplicable panic, and Yin Ning turned over a little anxiously, turning his back to the fat lump beside him.

A woman's body is really magical, maybe this is where God's fairness lies, knowing that women are inferior to men in many aspects, so they are given an advantage that men can't match, as long as they are good at management, this body can be her key to open the door to any treasure house.

What man would refuse to recommend a woman who has a pillow on his own, especially when this woman is still a sultry stunner.

It's just that Yining knows that her heart has never belonged to anyone, those self-righteous men, what they get is nothing more than an empty shell of a momentary pleasure.

Yin Ning listened to the thunderous snoring of the man next to him, snorted disdainfully, and got up to take a shower.

If it weren't for that, if it weren't for that person, how could she climb into such a man's bed again.

She adjusted the temperature of the water to the hottest, the kind of heat that burned her hands, and when the hot water was flushed, her body was red, but she seemed to be completely unconscious, and she was willing to burn off a layer of skin on her body.

When the man on the bed pressed against her, he panted and warned him, telling her not to go too far, to stop in moderation, hmph!

She wiped the moisture off the mirror, the person in the mirror, the carcass with wet hair, the thick eyes, the innocent face that was picked by others, and the beauty was incomprehensible.

She grinned in satisfaction, just that smile, sarcastically, with cruelty.

*

It was another two days without incident, and Fang Qing was gradually getting started, and there were more and more things she was in contact with and participated in.

On Friday, close to lunchtime, Director Liao called Fang Qing to his office for the first time.

Fang Qing got up for some reason, and Yi Ning behind her kept squinting at her secretly, and waited for Fang Qing to enter the office for a while before Yi Ning reluctantly withdrew her gaze.

This is the first time Fang Qing has entered the director's room, and she has never communicated with Mr. Liao alone before.

Mr. Liao stroked the strands of hair that fell on his forehead and pulled them to the "open space" above his head.

He politely asked Fang Qing to sit down, picked up half a piece of paper from the table and handed it to Fang Qing, Fang Qing took the paper suspiciously, and looked at it for a long time without understanding what it meant.

Half a piece of paper was a signed fake note, which said that Fang Qing was going to take half a day off in the afternoon.

Although Fang Qing has been a little busy recently, she still remembers what she did clearly enough, and she has never had the idea of asking for leave, let alone asking the leader to approve the leave.

Take 10,000 steps back, even if she wants to ask for leave, she is looking for Song Qiyun to approve it, how can it be the director's turn to approve it personally.

Fang Qing's brain was eighteen bends, but she couldn't bend it for a reason.

At this time, Director Liao Bufan said almost amiably: "Fang Qing, if you need anything in the future, just say it, you're welcome, there's no need to detour, just come over by yourself for such a trivial matter as asking for leave, I'm still very human!"

Without waiting for Fang Qing to ask the reason, Mr. Liao gave another political lesson as encouragement.

Fang Qing nodded again and again when she heard this, she now felt that people who could be leaders must have no scripts in their minds, and they could talk about the same material for three days and three nights.

After nearly twenty minutes of "soul purification", in a daze, Fang Qing walked out of the director's room with a fake note.

She returned to her position, her butt was still hot, and Song Qiyun also ran over to join in the fun:

"Fang Qing, just ask for leave and tell me directly. ”

"You send the email that was finalized that morning to this address, and you can get off work first!"

Fang Qing listened to it funny: What's the matter, is it now popular to be sympathetic to her subordinates and compete for approval of the holiday?! It seems that the whole world knows that she wants to ask for leave, but she is the person who does not know why she wants to take leave?

*

Fang Qing was still confused and wondered if it was the leaders who collectively made a mistake, or when her character exploded, the phone in her pocket rang coldly.

It was He Yu who called, Fang Qing turned to the pantry, and answered the phone with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Is there a holiday? Come down, I'll wait for you downstairs!" He Yu said

Fang Qing was surprised and delighted: "It's you who are doing ghosts! doesn't it mean that the genius arrived?"

He Yu didn't explain: "Hurry up, there are still a bunch of things!"

Fang Qing hung up the phone, and suddenly pressed the deer that couldn't bear the crazy beating in her heart, and laughed at herself: What's the matter? It's not the first time we've met, what's so exciting?

Anyway, there is a holiday, and if it doesn't flash white, it doesn't flash, and the thought of slipping shoulders and playing slippery suddenly comes up.

Fang Qing returned to her seat and sent an email, greeted Song Qiyun and Yining, and rushed downstairs like a bird returning to the forest.