"Iris." Zhou Qichuan grabbed her wrist again, and suddenly said with a solemn expression, "If you don't try, how do you know if it works." ”

"Of course you can." Song Zhiyuan smiled, "It's me who can't do it." ”

With that, she withdrew her hand and walked away again.

After washing up and changing clothes, when I put on light makeup and went to the restaurant downstairs, there was a bowl of steaming brown sugar old ginger water on the table.

Uncle Zhang, the housekeeper, said that it was specially ordered by Zhou Qichuan to prepare it for her.

Song Zhiyuan glanced at it again, but didn't move.

After breakfast, when she was about to go to work, Zhou Qichuan suddenly stopped her and said, "Drink this bowl of brown sugar ginger water before leaving." ”

Song Zhiyuan stopped and looked, "Is this an order?" ”

"No, kites." Zhou Qichuan picked up the bowl of brown sugar ginger water and tasted it, then sent it to Song Zhiyuan's mouth, and said, "It's concern." ”

Song Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows, didn't say a word, took a sip and drank it clean.

Indeed, after drinking a bowl of old ginger water, the lower abdomen is warm, and the whole person is much more comfortable in an instant.

Putting down the bowl, she went straight to the garage and drove her car to work.

Then, he was stopped by Zhou Qichuan again.

"Together, you can rest in the car for a while." Zhou Qichuan stopped in front of her car door and said with his lips hooked.

On the first day of a woman's menstrual period, her spirit is the worst in a month.

"No, you don't." Song Zhiyuan also smiled, "Lest my colleagues see me getting out of your car and saying that I robbed a man with Xu Nianhe." ”

Zhou Qichuan listened, smiled "heh", his eyebrows and eyes were as bright as a galaxy, and said, "Iris, I and Xu Nianhe, that's entertainment." ”

"Hmm." Song Zhiyuan was not annoyed at all, nodded very seriously and said, "It's good to socialize more, vice president, come on." ”

After speaking, she directly crossed over to Zhou Qichuan, went to open the door of her car, sat in, and then started the car and left directly.

In the car, Song Zhiyuan listened to the radio and said that Su Wanguan was hired by the Jinning Grand Theater as the chief dancer of classical dance, and her first classical dance performance in Jinning will be scheduled for half a month later, and it is now difficult to find a ticket.

Because she was driving, Song Zhiyuan was inconvenient, so she dialed Chi Xue and asked her to book a ticket for Su Wanguan's performance in half a month.

She doesn't like Su Wan as a person, but it can't erase her attainments in classical dance, not to mention that she is preparing for the group's 50th anniversary celebration in three months.

When the company opened the mailbox, she found that the specific plan and budget for the 50th anniversary celebration had been approved.

Non-stop, Song Zhiyuan devoted himself to the work of the celebration.

The first important thing for this event is to set the venue.

Song Zhiyuan is a five-star resort in the city, because the place is big enough and the facilities are complete enough, it was opened last year, which is in line with Zhou's identity.

She asked Chi Xue to make an appointment with the general manager of the villa, and in the afternoon she went directly to meet with the general manager of the villa.

Although this celebration, the budget of the first batch is very sufficient.

However, as a senior manager of the personnel department, one of the performance of the work appraisal is how much money is saved for the group on the basis of doing things well.

Therefore, when talking to the general manager of the villa, at the beginning, Song Zhiyuan kept the price very low.

The general manager is quite embarrassed.

He didn't want to lose such a big order as Zhou's, but if he took it, the profit would be too low to achieve the goal given by the above.

Just when the general manager of the villa was hesitant, the big boss of the villa appeared.

No, it should be said that the stupid son of the landlord's family appeared.

The stupid son of the landlord's family agreed to Song Zhiyuan's plan and price with a wave of his hand, and the general manager immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ji Shao is really refreshing, this time I really saw it." Song Zhiyuan laughed and complimented Ji Zhun with a smile on the young owner of the villa.

In addition to the Zhou family, the second-ranked wealthy family in Jinning is definitely not the Ji family.

In fact, in the first few decades, the Ji family was stronger than the Zhou family, and later the Zhou family annexed the Song family and became a leading enterprise in Jinning.

"Talk to Manager Song about things, of course, you have to be happy." Ji Zhun said with a smile, waving his hand to let everyone else out.

Song Zhiyuan looked at Ji Zhun and obviously felt that he had come to sell his face on purpose.

Why?

Soon, Song Zhiyuan got the answer.

Because as soon as everyone went out, Ji Zhun asked her with a smile again, "Second sister-in-law, when did you get married on Tuesday, this news is too tight, right?" ”

Song Zhiyuan was stunned, immediately understood, and said with a smile, "Why don't you ask Zhou Qichuan?" ”

"You just called me on Tuesday and said you came to the villa to talk about business, let me come and have a look." Ji Zhun sighed in surprise, "I really didn't expect that such a romantic person on Tuesday would be accepted by you." ”

Song Zhiyuan listened, and scolded Zhou Qichuan one hundred and eighty times in his heart, but his face was impassive, and he said with a smile, "Thank you Ji Shao for your care, follow-up work, and please Ji Shao and the people below can cooperate more." ”

"That's necessary, I don't care about the second sister-in-law, so who else do I care." Ji Zhun patted his chest and said.

Song Zhiyuan, "......"

"By the way, second sister-in-law, in a few days it will be my old man's 80th birthday, and you and Tuesday will definitely come." Ji Zhun said and handed Song Zhiyuan an invitation.

Song Zhiyuan naturally had to accept this invitation, otherwise it is hard to say whether the work in the future can be carried out smoothly.

"Old Man Ji is 80 years old, I have to go to the light no matter what."

In the evening, when Song Zhiyuan was halfway through eating alone, Zhou Qichuan came back.

Uncle Zhang hurriedly asked someone to go to a set of dishes and chopsticks.

Zhou Qichuan sat down opposite Song Zhiyuan, took a hot towel to wipe his hands, and then twisted a braised prawn with his long knobred fingers, and peeled it up elegantly.

The shrimp was peeled clean, and he sent it directly to Song Zhiyuan's bowl.

Song Zhiyuan noticed it and hurriedly avoided it with the bowl.

"Tsk, what's wrong?" Zhou Qichuan paused his hand there, lifted his eyes to look at the person opposite, hooked his lips and smiled.

Song Zhiyuan, who had been eating with his head down and had never looked at him at all, finally raised his eyes at this time, looked at him with a smile and said, "Vice President, I have my own hands." ”

Zhou Qichuan looked at her, swept the socket of his back teeth with the tip of his tongue, and said, "I'll peel it, you eat it, it's not more convenient." ”

Song Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Thank you Vice President for your kindness, I'm used to being self-reliant." ”

As the words fell, she lowered her head again and went back to her meal.

Zhou Qichuan's hand paused in mid-air for a long time, and finally, he withdrew it with a "sigh" smile.

Putting down the peeled shrimp in his hand, he took a wet towel to wipe his hands again, and asked, "Iris, did I say hello to Ji Zhun in the afternoon, you are not happy." ”

"That's what the vice president said." Song Zhiyuan was eating and replied casually.

Zhou Qichuan sighed helplessly, and the little smile on the corner of his mouth was gone.

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