Cui Ge pinched the employee registration form with one hand and his head with the other, and felt that his head weighed a thousand pounds at this time, and he couldn't lift it.

I thought about it several times on June 23, 1993, and there were indeed many people born on the same day, the same month, and the same year, but this is too coincidental, but the northeast is more than 1,000 kilometers away from here. No, no, he thought and sighed as he looked at the ceiling.

If it's really my sister, it's really God's favor, I laughed and put down the registration form and didn't look at it anymore. After being stunned for a long time, he still glanced at the registration form, hesitated to pick up his mobile phone, and called the emergency contact mobile phone number on the registration form.

As soon as he heard the other party introduce himself as the director of Jixiang Orphanage, there was a "touch" sound, the mobile phone took off, he unconsciously twisted his body, and the clothes on his back were already soaked with sweat.

After making sure that Ying Ling'er came out of there, he quickly asked, "Where did you pick up Ying Ling'er, or did someone send it? Did you give this name?"

Cui Ge's nervous Adam's apple was skewered under the skin, and he heard that he was sent to the city hospital, because Ying's parents died in a traffic accident, and he muttered "There is a father and a mother" before his mood gradually calmed down.

He walked to the window and looked at the dense roof, wondering which building his sister was in at this time, whether she was enjoying or suffering.

Suddenly heard the sound of the door opening, knowing that it must be Wei Yan who didn't knock on the door, he didn't look back, looked up at the blue sky and white clouds and gasped, and then looked down at the street The car gasped again.

"What's wrong?"

Wei Yan looked at Ling'er's resume and asked, without waiting for Cui Ge to answer, he saw that the birth date column had already understood, walked to Cui Ge's side and stroked his shoulder and comforted: "Don't think about it, you can see it sooner or later." ”

"You also believe she's alive?"

Cui Ge was stunned when he asked, he just wanted to comfort him, he really didn't dare to judge whether he was alive or not.

"By the way, why didn't I think that we could advertise if we had a date of birth. After Cui Ge finished speaking, he ran back to his seat, picked up his mobile phone and muttered: "What is the number of the advertising department, forget it, I'll go down." ”

Wei Yan reacted to what he wanted to do, and immediately chased him out and dragged him back to the office.

"Calm down, you can't advertise this. ”

Cui Ge pushed Wei Yan and began to complain that he was stupid to death, forgetting that the twins had the same birthday.

"Your father has a bad heart, do you want to be angry with him?" Wei Yan said and blocked the door, "How many people are born on the same day and year in the same year, and those who have no father and mother may also account for a small half." If there is someone who has a bad plot against the Cui Group pretending to be a relative, how can you tell the difference.

It's also possible that your sister doesn't even know her birthday. ”

Cui Ge slowly squatted down, covering his head and not wanting to think, Wei Yan leaned against the door with his hands on his shoulders and said nothing, silently waiting for him to figure it out.

In the past two days over the weekend, Wei Yan saw that Cui Ge was in the office, and he was trying to persuade him to pay attention to his body, although he was working overtime for the Wei family's company, he didn't want him to work so hard.

As soon as I opened the door, I heard, "Excuse me, Dean." ”

Cui Ge hung up the phone and dialed, Wei Yan walked over and saw a form printed on an A4-sized piece of paper, densely packed with the name of the orphanage and the phone number.

He immediately pressed the hang-up button, "The ability of sales to search for numbers is also very strong, do you want the sales department to assign it to you." ”

Treig pushed his hand and said that he would pay for this month's phone bill.

"Cui Ge, you haven't taken the initiative to look for your sister over the years, because you still care about your uncle and aunt in your heart, otherwise you wouldn't use the landline to call today, you are afraid of being known that it is the second young master of the Cui Group who is looking for his sister.

If you want to look for it, you can also let your uncle and aunt go through the cut in your heart, persuade them to get more clues, and then look for it openly. ”

Trig let go and leaned back in his chair, "It's harder to convince them than to ascend to the sky." He also knew in his heart that finding his sister was like looking for a needle in a haystack, especially if he was looking for it secretly, so he walked out of the office with a breath out of his nostrils.

On Monday morning, Ling'er took the documents to sign Cui Ge as usual, and when she entered the door, she found that Cui Ge had been staring at herself, and subconsciously touched her face, "Is there something on my face?"

Trig shook his head and looked at her, and after the document was put down, he glanced at the place where he was signing, holding his finger in the way, and looked up at her as he signed.

Ling'er's eyes were red when she saw him, and she swallowed nervously, "Assistant Cui, are you okay?"

Cui Ge shook his head, and his voice was a little hoarse when he spoke: "If my sister is still alive, she is as old as you." ”

"Ah......h

Ling'er slowly took the folder, really didn't know what to say on this occasion, seeing that he didn't look away or dare to leave, he subconsciously licked his lips, and collided with Cui Ge's voice as soon as he opened his mouth.

"By the way, you are a fresh graduate but one year older than your peers, are you repeating the college entrance examination?"

Ling'er raised her face when she heard this, and muttered in a low voice: "It's too normal for children in the orphanage to study at night for a year. ”

After saying that, he turned around and left, Cui Ge immediately straightened up and said "sigh" twice, and shouted anxiously: "I don't mean anything else, I just want to chat with you." ”

Ling'er squeezed her eyes, she always felt that Cui Ge was weird today, and the drama tickets were also sent, so it shouldn't be work time to talk about it, let's talk about it after watching the drama and having a meal.

Because he was the leader, he could only stop, turn around and smile and ask him what he wanted to ask.

Cui Ge wanted to speak and stopped for a long time, "That, it's been almost a month since you came to the company, if there is anything you are not used to, you can put forward opinions, speak freely, and I will respond to the president." ”

Ling'er's eyes rolled, and she subconsciously glanced back, and immediately ran to Cui Ge's side, leaned forward and asked, "If you talk too much, you won't expel me, right?"

Cui Ge was so frightened that he leaned back and quickly shook his head, Ling'er cleared his throat and said with a serious face: "Can you add Northeast cuisine to the canteen?" I don't mean that the food here is unpalatable, but the Northeast cuisine is really delicious, and there are a lot of employees in the Northeast here. ”

The two looked at each other silently for a while, and then Cui Ge let out a breath and nodded as if he had woken up from a dream and said that he understood.

Ling'er snorted and turned to leave. When I went back to the office, I always felt weird, and I deliberately found Pan Miao at lunch and described what happened to her.

Pan Miao was very calm, and said while eating: "Didn't Manager Zhou say that Assistant Cui also likes happy twist dramas, so you can be regarded as doing what you like, Assistant Cui is not like the president of wood, and he will definitely ......"

"That, that", Pan Miao was interrupted by Ling'er before she finished speaking, she pointed at Pan Miao with a wicked smile and said, "You dare to give the president a nickname, but it's quite suitable." ”

The two of them covered their mouths and laughed for a long time, and Ling'er decided to take the wooden name as long as Wei Yan was mentioned in the future chat, so as to avoid being overheard.

Pan Miao thought about it for a while and always felt that wood was not suitable, and he was also a president with a more noble status.

"Isn't it just a position? What is the most valuable thing in the wood?"

"Golden Silk Nanmu?"

Ling'er smiled and looked left and right, "It's decided, Jinsi Nanmu, it's pretty good." ”