Chapter 919: It's Rare Time That Feels So Gentle
Zhao Siqing ate quickly, and after eating, she sat aside and studied the reports, plans and proposals that Mrs. Huo gave her.
It's just that she hasn't studied systematically and hasn't been exposed to these.
It's really hard to learn from scratch.
After sitting for a whole afternoon, Zhao Siqing's people were a little stiff, and only then did he basically understand what he was doing.
As for finding faults, she has no experience, and can only pick out some problems with her instinctive feelings.
Zhao Siqing took the document to Mrs. Huo, Mrs. Huo looked at it briefly, and her eyebrows were tightened, so that Zhao Siqing was a little apprehensive on the side.
Fortunately, Mrs. Huo's mouth was not so poisonous, but it was rare to explain it to Zhao Siqing patiently for a while.
Zhao Siqing was not afraid of her, so she climbed up the pole and asked a few more questions that she didn't understand.
And so the days began to be fuller.
Zhao Siqing bought a lot of books from the Internet and came back to make up for all aspects of knowledge.
Coupled with Huo Jingchen by his side, Zhao Siqing can be said to have made rapid progress.
It's just obvious that Huo Jingchen is a little dissatisfied with her forgetting to sleep and eat, and often teaches and teaches people to bed without knowing how.
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On this day, Zhao Siqing was classifying the documents for Mrs. Huo, when there was a knock on the door, and two acquaintances came in.
Zhao Sixue and Jiang Xueqing appeared in the ward with a lot of things.
The moment they saw Mrs. Huo, the expressions of the mother and daughter were the same, and they were both extremely concerned and sincere.
"Old lady, how are you doing?" Jiang Xueqing spoke softly, but she didn't recognize her life at all.
Old Madam Huo glanced at her, turned her head to look at Zhao Siqing and said, "Have you finished writing what you wrote?" ”
"It's still half there." Zhao Siqing said softly.
"So what are you waiting for? Writing a plan for so long, if you had been in our company, you would have been fired a long time ago! Old Madam Huo was full of anger, obviously a little dissatisfied.
Jiang Xueqing and Zhao Sixue glanced at each other, and then Jiang Xueqing said softly: "Old lady, don't be angry, this child Qingqing has actually been very smart since he was a child, but he is just doing things slowly." ”
Zhao Siqing glanced up at her and didn't make a sound.
Old Madam Huo glanced at Jiang Xueqing and said lightly: "What kind of wind is this blowing Mrs. Zhao over today." ”
"I heard that you were injured and I wanted to come to see you all the time, but I was afraid that you would bother you with your injuries, so I didn't come until today, don't mind." Jiang Xueqing spoke softly.
Hearing this, Mrs. Huo spoke: "I didn't seem to have much friendship with your Zhao family before, so it's hard for you to have the heart to come and see me." ”
It was another intriguing remark, which made Jiang Xueqing and Zhao Sixue unable to understand the attitude of the old lady for a while.
Mrs. Huo didn't mean to greet the two of them anymore, she looked at Zhao Siqing on the side and said, "When a guest comes, I don't know how to pour a cup of tea, it's not bright at all." ”
Hearing this, Zhao Siqing glanced at Jiang Xueqing's mother and daughter, and had to put down the documents in his hand and turn around to pour water and make tea.
It wasn't until a moment later that Zhao Siqing poured tea and came back.
When Zhao Siqing delivered the tea to Jiang Xueqing's mother and daughter, Zhao Siqing stretched out her hand to take it, glanced at her and couldn't help but say: "It's rare to see my sister have such a gentle time before, it seems that the old lady is well-trained." ”
Zhao Siqing raised his eyes and saw that he was crashing into Zhao Sixue's sarcastic gaze.
She had always been envious of Zhao Siqing before, but she felt that she married into a wealthy family and ascended to the sky, and she was favored by a man like Huo Jingchen, which was so lucky that people were jealous.