On Monday, Song Qiaobi received a call from her leader, to the effect that because she had worked from home for more than three months and had zero business performance, she would not have a performance bonus in the future and would only keep a basic salary.

Song Qiaobi dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, she responded on the surface, and scolded her mother when she hung up the phone, why didn't this grandson think of deducting money before? As soon as the news of her marriage to Zhou Chonghan came out, her leader came to this set, which was clearly a person who went to tea and cool, and made it clear that she came to bully the soft persimmon who had no backing.

However, the current situation, it is reasonable and reasonable, people also occupy the commanding heights, she is not good to make trouble, so she has to swallow her anger, and after thinking about it carefully, she really does not have that hard energy now, and she is out of favor, and in the eyes of outsiders, she deserves the end.

You have to soften, your posture has to be soft, which one of you is not cheeky? To put it nicely, it's called being able to bend and stretch!

I have to give a gift first, this gift, must be given, otherwise she will have to lose even a chance to earn a basic salary, a Chinese cigarette is a must, and then a bottle of Wuliangye, by the way, give his daughter-in-law and children a little affordable gadgets, this is Song Qiaobi's fixed program every year, and her leaders do not refuse, although the wind is tight now, but small private companies, not the powerful, not the local tyrants, so it is rampant.

After giving gifts, and then setting up a banquet, a full set of services, how dare Song Qiaobi leave one behind. The guests invited are also exquisite, a table of bosses, a table of financial and human resources, and a table of colleagues, one to thank you, and the other to walk around with the company's people, brush a sense of saving, and if you really want to have children in the future, you have to rely on you.

The meal of the small-tailed sheep gathering on Donglian Road, a small private room, but the grilling is one, the shelf is a skewer, and the shelf is a hot pot.

Stretching out her hand not to hit the smiling person, taking other people's cannibalism, naturally she should be kinder on the face, and she is a pregnant woman, so during the banquet, her boss took special care of Song Qiaobi.

Other people are not stupid, the attitude of the boss is the same as that of a compass, facing south will be the light, give you a little light, can you not be brilliant?

Therefore, everyone else naturally said in a circle, showing warm concern for Song Qiaobi, and surrounded her to ask her about her due date and pregnancy reaction......

There is a female colleague who is not bad with her on weekdays, but she can always get together to talk about gossip, and this time is no exception, she dragged her aside and asked: "Hey, I heard that scumbag can't get along in the design institute?" ”

Song Qiaobi was stunned for a moment and didn't react, until the colleague frowned and reminded: "I'm talking about Zhou Chonghan!" ”

Oooh! How could Song Qiaobi forget him! It's just that...... How did he get opened by the design institute?

Song Qiaobi suddenly remembered what his mother said in the last tearing war - do you know that Chonghan has now been suspended without pay and has been attacked by the people of the North Courtyard for no reason? He ran abroad almost penniless? ……

To put it this way...... Did he really have an accident?!

Song Qiaobi made another noise in her stomach, it seemed that the neutron in her stomach punched her hard, she almost didn't stand firm, and her colleague hurriedly helped her: "Qiaobi, are you okay?" ”

"It's okay, it's okay...... I haven't slept well lately. Song Qiaobi smiled, and immediately asked with a stern face: "What's wrong with Zhou Chonghan?" I don't even know ......."

"Let me tell you, you're glad you weren't with him, otherwise you would have been implicated, and our company wouldn't have dared to ask for you!"

"What the hell is going on?"

"We don't know the specifics, but I heard that he planted it on the project of the landmark building in Kuncheng, and was killed by his colleagues, saying that those people wrote a petition to the government, asking the North Courtyard to stop the project, saying that it would cost the people and money, and it would destroy the old buildings in Kuncheng in Shun'ankou District, and then Zhou Chonghan signed it, and the others handed it up without signing, and as a result, someone from above came to check, and the North Courtyard project was forced to stop, and Zhou Chonghan didn't want to mix ...... up."

Song Qiaobi was a little impressed, he spent a lot of effort on that building, from conception to design, every stroke on the drawings was the result of his careful creation, but why did he stop the project at this time?

"Didn't he help design it?" Song Qiaobi asked.

"Yes, but who knows, it may have been built completely different from what he designed, or maybe it was a partisan struggle in the North Courtyard...... You also know that this kind of unit is a big family, and if it doesn't work, it will affect anyone's interests, Zhou Chonghan, who has no name but no power, is just a showman, he is just being used as a gun......"

Song Qiaobi lowered his head and thought, wrote a petition to the government, and strongly called for the project to be stopped, which is not quite in line with Zhou Chonghan's personality, he is not the kind of person who shows the dew, probably really instigated by others, but he is not brainless and can't see the current situation clearly.

Anyway, he planted it, and he planted it quite ruthlessly, his career was disappointed, his marriage failed, he lost his job and lost a lot of assets, and he went abroad, like a refuge.

Song Qiaobi could see that her colleague also wanted to get some fresh materials from her, and it was not good to give it at all, and it was exchanged at the same price, so that the friendship could last and the friendship could last forever.

She smiled and said: "Anyway, his property belongs to me, and he is out of the house, as long as I am good with the child, I don't care so much, he is willing to go wherever he wants, out of sight and out of mind." ”

Her colleague's face immediately changed, and changed to a look of envy: "Oh, hey, Qiaobi, I don't see it on weekdays, you still have these two moments, and you can still make Zhou Dacai go out of the house, you are really amazing!" ”

What is the ...... It's kind of a compliment on her, right? Hehe. Song Qiaobi smiled, broke up with the female colleague, and talked about the milk powder issue.

When she went back at night, Song Qiaobi couldn't sleep, probably because she ate too much meat and couldn't digest it, she was wandering around in the house with her stomach up, peeling off a cause and a fruit in her mind, and Zhou's mother's words came out coldly in the middle - "Song Qiaobi, I think you should also review yourself, don't you marry Chonghan with other selfish motives?" Do you really love him? Have you really understood him as a person, his thoughts and his past? Do you really care about him from the bottom of your heart and feel sorry for him? ……

These words were like a mantra, disturbing her dizziness and unrest, so she simply sat down and rubbed her temples.

When she married him, she was half vain and half greedy, and it was impossible to be pure selfless, and it was impossible to change to any girl to be married. It's just that she wasn't as cautious as those girls, she made a bet with fate, and she gambled on herself, and she was also responsible for this.

As a wife, she also wants to live a good life, but helplessly, she can't enter his world. His mother was right, she didn't know him, his thoughts and past, even if there was nothing at all, about him, she was all hearsay, covered with a veil of illusion, and when it was lifted, it was nothingness.

She remembered that several times, he came to her as if he had something to say, to talk to her, yes, to talk about him, to talk about her, and that Cheng Yiyi, but she didn't want to listen, didn't want to listen, and was only trapped in her own sadness.

She suddenly regretted a little and didn't listen to him explain, it's like in a courtroom, everyone testified that the defendant had killed someone, but no one stood up to defend the defendant, he was actually just a momentary mistake or out of legitimate defense.

Song Qiaobi couldn't help but become anxious, and subconsciously turned on the computer and boarded Skype.

When Zhou Chonghan went abroad, she contacted him through guò, and he was too, a native old hat, who didn't like to send WeChat on Q, just for some foreign affairs, and would hang a skype.

Sure enough, he was there, it was a green head marker, and she poked it over and typed a few words: "Are you okay?" ”

She wondered if she wanted to say a few words to him, but what to say? She had already blocked all the intersections, didn't she say - you and I are no longer husband and wife, they are like strangers, you can't explain too much to me, she also said - Zhou Chonghan, you really don't have to say anything...... I can't think of anything else I care about other than money......

So what is she going to do with him now?

Cheap, she told herself, it was purely cheap, she wanted to delete those words, but accidentally, her hands trembled, pressed enter, and the message was sent.

Song Qiaobi was dumbfounded, staring at her and his dialogue, her own words, like a brick falling suddenly, smashed on her head, she felt that her eyes were black.

Zhou Chonghan has returned to the UK from Brazil and lives in the dormitory of Mr. White's institute, a bachelor's apartment, where White lives upstairs and he lives downstairs.

White didn't like to go to class, so he asked Zhou Chonghan to replace a few students, which was his teaching assistant, in addition, he helped White change the drawings and participate in the project planning.

In the afternoon tea, he chatted with a few students from China in the small library, chatting about domestic and foreign architectural concepts, and somehow talked about his matter.

"Mr. Zhou, we are all very sad that you have been treated unfairly in China, and we plan to write a joint letter to the International Architectural Association to appeal for your ......"

Zhou Chonghan hurriedly stopped: "But don't, you have been studying abroad for so many years, you don't know what the situation is in China, what is the shape, but I believe that you will graduate one day and will go to reality, your future is brighter than mine, your parents sent you all the way here, not to let you do justice, not to mention, my affairs are not just justice......"

"But Teacher Zhou, full of economy, but useless, isn't it useless to study?"

"Reading is not to write a flowery letter to express your hormonal feelings, reading books is useless, if you read for the sake of usefulness, you will most likely develop into a utilitarian."

"Teacher Zhou, it's useless to read, why do we still read?"

Zhou Chonghan smiled bitterly: "You can answer?" ”

The student couldn't answer for a while, and someone rushed to answer: "For fun." ”

Zhou Chonghan smiled: "It's a good reason, if you want me to say it, it's to believe and doubt." ”

Some people pouted their lips in disapproval, and some people also showed confused expressions, and it could be seen that everyone seemed to be dissatisfied with his mysterious Chinese answer.

Zhou Chonghan smiled again: "Look, aren't you doubting me now?" ”

Some people suddenly comprehended and smiled, and some people still didn't understand, and turned around and asked, what's the situation?

Fortunately, at this time, the mobile phone in his pocket rang, which was regarded as relieving him, he said sorry, and then looked down at the phone, it was a message on Skype, from Song Qiaobi.

She said, are you okay?

His heart couldn't help but tremble, and suddenly, a sense of grievance came out of his heart, as if he had walked in the wasteland for so long, starved and starved, and was about to be unable to walk, and as a result, when he looked up, home was in front of him.