The two made an appointment with a beautician, and after doing their faces together, they sat in the lounge and ate dessert, and Qiao Chengcheng asked her again about changing idols.

"I climbed the wall to fan Brother Sheng, I can't help it, I'm addicted to his movies and can't extricate myself."

Zhao Qiqi sighed and said that he was now a real star sink.

Qiao Chengcheng was holding a tablet computer to search for Sheng Jiashen's information, and when she heard this, she pouted, "Pull it down, you just look good." ”

"I'm really not a fan, I'm a fan." Zhao XVII emphasized.

"Then if your brother Sheng has a Qin Qian's face, you love it too?"

“…… Can you not mention him? Seventeen's face was choked.

It's not that she looks down on Qin Gan for not being handsome, but she feels embarrassed, as far as she is concerned, she doesn't know Qin Qian, but the other party confessed to her, and the whole network knew about it, and even asked Grandma Sheng to call her specifically because of this.

Let's ask me like this, why is she willing to mention this male assistant again?

"Well, by the way, how did yesterday's incident finally settle out? Are you really going to change assistants? ”

"Well, it's easier to change to a female assistant."

"You have thought like this, there will be nothing, Zhao Seventeen, you are too easy to be soft-hearted, you will not refuse people, you have returned to your biological parents, people in the past begged, you can't be ruthless, and you don't want to think about how they treated you in the first place, when you were in junior high school, you didn't give you food money, and you ate cold steamed buns at noon every day, Xia Yi was fat like a pig, what did you lose weight?

They treat you so harshly, and in turn they say that you are not filial, and you ask for money, I asked you not to give it at the beginning, but you didn't listen, and you still had conflicts with your own mother for this matter, and Qin Qian, just because he gave you a little bit of care at the beginning, you treated him as a friend and gave him a decent and profitable job, what about him?

He will only persuade you not to cut off contact with your adoptive parents, he is simply afraid that you will draw a line with everything in the past, including himself, forget it, it's useless to mention these now, in short, you will have a snack in the future, refuse when you should refuse, don't always make others comfortable, and feel uncomfortable yourself. ”

Qiao Chengcheng sighed while complaining.

Seventeen lowered his eyes, but there was a slight suffocating discomfort in his throat, and he didn't know if his body was instinctively uncomfortable when he heard her words.

The original owner's adoptive parents' family is surnamed Xia, and Xia Yi is the biological son of his adoptive parents, three years younger than Zhao Seventeen.

The original owner's documents do not detail her 16 years in the countryside.

But Qiao Chengcheng is a best friend who has known her since she was a child, and from her words, Seventeen can also guess what kind of life the original owner lived in the past.

After the adoptive parents incident broke out, why didn't the original owner refuse and agreed to give money?

Seventeen thinks, I'm afraid it's the reason behind the company, and the accusations of keyboard warriors on the Internet, she is afraid.

First, she can't go against the company's decision, and second, she is afraid of attacks from netizens.

At that time, she was already in this situation, and she couldn't get out on her own.

But what about the result of her obedience? The number of people who hacked her online has not decreased, and the unfair treatment in the company is still intensifying.

"Not anymore." Seventeen said slowly, firmly.

"It's good that you figure it out, remember to discuss anything with me in the future, and besides, I'll keep that apartment for you, and if you're not happy with your family, you'll move out again, your sister doesn't always make trouble for you, why did you move back?" Qiao Chengcheng asked again.