Su Yanxin's mood suddenly became a little nervous, and her face was dyed with a beautiful flush.

Brushing the shredded hair behind her ear, she clicked on the email.

The content of the email, a glimmer of hope that she had just risen, was extinguished by cold water.

It reads as follows.

- Hello, Miss Su. Your CV has been read. We are sorry to inform you that you do not meet our requirements. Your level can teach children under the age of five, and that's no problem.

After Su Yanxin finished reading the email, a mouthful of old blood spurted up in her heart.

If you refuse, you will refuse, as long as the first sentence is completely enough, and the latter sentence lashes out at her, is it interesting?

After Su Yanxin exhaled deeply, her face flushed, and she got up and poured herself a glass of water.

The water was still hot, and she drank it slowly.

While drinking a lot of water, I wondered, is the thing I drew so bad?

The talent that he is best at has been criticized, which is equivalent to starting with Zhao Qitian's daughter, which will not work at all.

My thoughts are a little messy, is it true that I can only use the second method?

Thinking of this, Su Yanxin's face turned even redder.

She had never been to that kind of entertainment place...... However, she has no way back and cannot back down.

The club that Zhao Qitian often goes to secretly is called the upper class.

Just by hearing the name, you know that this place is for the upper class.

The upper class society is also divided into three, six, nine and so on, mainly depending on whether you make enough money and whether you are an official enough.

The reason why Ji Fan listed this second method for her is because the upper-class public relations princess is completely different from the young lady in ordinary entertainment venues.

If you're not willing to make that kind of trade, no one will force you.

Because there are so many upper-class beauties that no one is irreplaceable, all of them are stunning beauties.

Su Yanxin checked the information of the upper class on the Internet, and found that except for the basic information given by the official, there was no other revelation.

This proves from the other side that the boss of the upper class is mysterious and powerful.

After Su Yanxin sent another resume to the recruitment mailbox of the upper class, she couldn't help but type the word 'Yan Ye' into the search engine.

She misses Xiao Cheng very much now, but she can't get close to him, she can only guess about her son's life through Yan Ye's recent activities.

The other side of the city.

Yan Ye returned home after attending a party.

Because he drank a little wine, his eyes were slightly drunk, and he looked sexy and charming.

It's just that such a state is annoying in Xiao Cheng's view.

"Daddy is drinking again!" Xiao Cheng is not used to the smell of wine.

"Then don't hold me." Yan Ye drank wine and was self-aware, and after he came back, he didn't bother the little ancestor.

It was he who ran over and hugged Yan Ye by himself.

"No! Dad, grandpa said I have a birthday in a while, I can ask you for a birthday present! "If Xiao Cheng hadn't asked for Yan Ye, he would not have taken the initiative to be so affectionate.

Looking at his son's hot little face, Yan Ye's temples ached.

"Do you know how old you are? Answer correctly to get a gift. Yan Ye waved away the shadow of Lian Xinying that flashed in his heart, and spoke dumbly.

Xiao Cheng pouted and thought about it.

"Three years old!"

Fortunately, my son is not stupid.

"And what birthday present do you want?" Yan Ye's tone was nonchalant.

How difficult can a three-year-old kid make a request?

As long as it's not the moon in the sky or an alien in outer space, Yan Ye can satisfy him with anything.

"I want Mommy! Daddy, give me a mom! Xiao Cheng opened his mouth excitedly.

(Po Sing Shek Academy)