With a heavy sigh, he put the file back in its place, and I thought that the so-called thirteen years in prison was nothing more than a ruse by him to distract the public from the burden of the leader of the group.

It is said that women are gossipy, and men are no exception, and I have been buried in documents and archives during this time, and there is no good gossip news for their entertainment. Therefore, now that I am walking in the company, everyone no longer stares at me, but gets together with relish to talk about new gossip.

Looking at the gossip of everyone getting together, I remembered the group of teenagers at the end of the day who liked to listen to stories. I thought that I was surrounded by everyone at the beginning, but now I am isolated from everyone, and I feel a faint loneliness in my heart.

As the days passed, I asked Li Anjun about work a few times, but she smiled and shirked it. While feeling depressed and helpless, I had no choice but to sort out the company's old documents and files. While doing all this, I did not stop observing Li Anjun.

After all, the emperor knew about my situation and arranged me to be by her side. I pondered that there must be something wrong with this Li Anjun, so the emperor would arrange for me to observe her up close so tactfully.

But even with the purpose of Gushan's mortal journey, looking at Li Anyun, I didn't find anything different about Li Anjun. Li Anjun is the resurrection of the Blood Demon King? It's not that I didn't doubt it, but it was quickly decided that {one + book} read} novel ybdu.

Although Li Anjun treats me badly, he often hides a knife in his smile, kills people invisibly with a soft face, and can't get along with me again and again, but to be fair, Li Anjun is just a very ordinary and ordinary ordinary person, and he doesn't look like the desolation in the mouth of the Fengyi goddess. The promiscuous emperor.

In this way, a month has passed, and I have never received any substantive work, and I am slightly depressed and helpless.

It is the annual meeting again, and all departments are busy, but unlike the busyness of previous years, this year's departments are extremely attached to and nervous, because the president will attend the annual meeting in person.

Li Anjun will occasionally arrange some work for me. This made me breathe a sigh of relief. Perhaps this is the beginning of the détente.

Everyone is very seriously prepared, but I still look at them and am still slightly worried, Gushan often has convulsions, I know. At this moment, looking at the people who were well prepared, holding the information, and confidently wanting to show their talents in front of Gushan stepping into the conference room, I couldn't help but secretly worry in my heart: "I don't know if he will suddenly have another convulsion later." ”

The reality showed that my worries were not unnecessary, because soon the annual meeting was dispersed, and everyone was crying and mourning, apparently frightened by the irregular convulsions of the Gushan family.

Just passing by the door of the office quietly, I soon heard that Furuyama had listened to everyone's reports at the meeting on how many good results he had made this year, and he interrupted after just a few words and asked about some old achievements.

Shaking my head, thinking of the old documents and archives I saw some time ago that were stained with a thick layer of ash, I couldn't help but tear tears of sympathy for these company elites. I'm afraid that only Gushan will listen to those old achievements in this world.

But when I think about it, I am a little moved. Thinking about his life in Manpu International during this time, he sighed softly, Gushan should also be helping me.

The corners of my mouth hooked a faint arc, I slowly turned my head, looked out the window, and a faint warm current crossed my heart.

At this time, a girl followed Li Anjun into the office, and at the same time whispered annoyance: "Sister Li, why do you say that the president suddenly wants to listen to those old cases?" ”

The girl said as she walked into the office, but she seemed to see me suddenly, and even though she closed her mouth and stopped talking, she cautiously followed behind Li Anyun.

I know this girl, she is Li Anyun's confidant, she is an American, her name is Lisa, but she likes Chinese names very much, and she takes a Chinese name called Xiao Qingyi, and her colleagues in the company either call her Xiao Xiao or Sister Xiao.

In fact, every time I hear them call her Sister Xiao, I can't help but sigh in my heart. Sister Xiao, miss, isn't it a miss. In Xiao Qingyi's own words, it is called sexual freedom, but if she is like her, for the sake of business, she will do everything, even at the cost of her body.

To be honest, this kind of thing is not unheard of, especially after getting close to this circle, I feel the hard work more deeply. It's just, does it really make sense to fight for business in such a desperate way? Is it true that work is just for high-tech, high-level positions?

The face remained unchanged, I sighed again in my heart, and a sigh crossed in my heart, the struggle for the cause is a hard thing, everyone has their own choice, no matter whether others choose the right path or the wrong path, just insist on making your own choice, for other people's choices, no need to understand, no need to deliberately respect, just be calm. Really, it's good to be calm.

Sitting quietly in my little corner, I only looked up at them with a faint smile at their entrance, and then looked intently at the copy in my hand.

Looking at the copywriting in my hand, I glanced at Li Anjun and the two on the other end of the office without a trace, shook my head imperceptibly, sighed silently in my heart, and thought silently for a moment, then I raised my hand and closed the copy, and put it on the table next to me.

When I opened the computer in front of me, I began to concentrate on the latest news of Manpu International, browsing the pages of Manpool International, and did not continue to pay attention to Li Anjun, who was still annoyed.

Before I knew it, the time passed, I looked at the time, and after work, I hurriedly packed my things and went home. Leaving the former company building, I looked up at the top of the president's building, and I felt faint in my heart, with a hint of indescribable feeling.

Shaking my head without a trace, I retracted my gaze, took a deep breath, recalled the harmony and beauty of the Gushan Emperor and the Fengyi Goddess himself, and hurried home without hesitation.

Ben was still a little worried about the Song Divine Envoy in his heart, and was hesitating how to find him, "You? Looking at the man standing in front of me, I was stunned and asked subconsciously.

After speaking, I looked at the house again suspiciously, frowned slightly, and looked around again, I couldn't help frowning, "That's right, this is my home." "Looking at the singing oracle who opened the door for me from inside the house, I secretly said in my heart.

Just as I looked at him in extreme confusion, the Song Divine Envoy was as expressionless as ever, and bent slightly towards me, stretching out his hand as if to make a gesture of inviting in.