I don't know if it's Luo Mihui's meaning, anyway, I ended up being placed near the sink.

Throughout the morning, a colleague kept handing me a cup and saying, "Hehe, you can help me wash the cup." ”

During the lunch break, I came back from eating at the fast-food restaurant next door, and before I even stepped into the design department, I heard someone talking about me.

"I heard that the newcomer has a background, and it was recommended by Mr. Zhang."

"But it seems that Director Luo doesn't give Mr. Zhang much face."

"It's stupid, but it's pretty easy to call."

"What's the matter with her, she looks quite young and looks good, but she really can't be complimented by her taste in dress."

I stood there for a moment, then walked in as if I hadn't heard, smiled at them, and sat down in my place.

Probably stunned by my reaction, the garbled voices disappeared as if they had suddenly been sealed in a pocket.

No longer thinking about being gossiped, I took out my mobile phone and sent a message back to Lin Xiaomei, who texted me to ask how my new office was, and was about to lie on the desk to sleep for a while, but the phone on my desk rang, and I reached over and picked it up.

A very stylized voice, the other end said, "Hello, please come to Mr. Zhang's office." ”

The phone was then hung up.

I originally wanted to ask my colleagues in the same department, but I thought about it.

If I ask them where Zhang Jingchi's office is, they must think that I have no money here, or that I am pretending.

I went to ask the front desk.

During the break, the front desk was playing a game with her mobile phone, and she didn't look at me, so she said a 15th floor.

Unlike the tall decoration on the 13th floor, the style of the 15th floor is graceful, and I can't say what looks good, but I always feel natural.

I knocked on the door.

It took about a minute for the word to come in, "Please come in." ”

I pushed the door open.

Far away, I saw Zhang Jingchi sitting behind his desk, dressed in a formal suit, reading a document with his head propped on his hands.

I walked over and cautiously asked, "Are you looking for me?" ”

Zhang Jingchi stretched out his hand and waved down, motioning for me to sit down.

I was so nervous when I pulled out the chair that I got another knock on my knee.

The pain was so painful that I held back and sat down.

He raised his eyes and glanced at me, and asked calmly, "Have you seen Miss Romi Huiluo?" ”

I nodded and replied firmly, "Yes." ”

He looked at me again and continued to ask calmly, "What do you think of Miss Luo?" ”

I twisted my two hands on my thighs, thought for a moment and said, "It's good." ”

Zhang Jingchi opened the drawer of the document he was looking at and put it in, and after doing all this, he said slowly: "Judging by the expression on your face when you received the card that day, you should have known about Miss Luo's existence before you met her." I don't know how far you've gotten with Feng Wenke, but no matter how far you go, I hope you'll end here. There are still a lot of rich men in the world, and you can completely change your hands. You don't have the right to ruin someone's life and make them live as bad as you do. ”

I don't know if it's a delusion, but I heard a little disdain in his words.

You don't have the right to ruin someone's life and make them live as bad as you do.

This sentence was more like a nail, and he slammed it into my bones.

Hehe, it seems that I really made too bad an impression on him when I stopped the car that night.

My hands twisted up, and my sensibility would always occasionally override my sanity, and I stared at him and said, "If Mr. Zhang, you transferred me to Bolian not to embarrass me in front of Miss Luo, I would be very grateful to you." But now, I won't say thank you, because when I was young, I was very stupid, and my life became worse and worse, and it was indeed like a pool of rotten mud that couldn't be rotten anymore, and Mr. Zhang, your feet are too heavy, I have to scoop myself up first. ”