"Did you add that?"

Jiang Yaling, who was sitting on the side, couldn't wait to ask about her son.

"It's been added, but it's not my problem if it doesn't pass." Jiang Qi casually threw his mobile phone on the coffee table, lay lazily on the sofa, and asked absentmindedly, "Mom... How did you and Aunt Song become best friends? There's a big age difference between you. ”

Jiang Yaling rolled her eyes and scolded angrily: "What Aunt Song? This is your Sister Song! People are only thirty-one, how can you become an aunt in your mouth? ”

"That can't be helped."

"After all, seniority is there." Jiang Qi shrugged his shoulders, and then asked, "How did you and Aunt Song meet?" I listened to Aunt Song say... You and she seem to have known each other in the hospital, in the hospital... Do you make friends with illness? Discuss your condition with each other? ”

As soon as the voice fell,

His thigh was slapped hard, and a crisp sound broke the atmosphere of the bedroom.

"What are you making friends with illness, can you stinky boy speak?" Jiang Yaling glared at her son, and said angrily: "Don't ask so much about what you have, anyway, your task now is to chase Miyue for me and make her my daughter-in-law, other things... You don't have to worry about it. ”

Jiang Qi pursed his mouth and said earnestly: "Mom... There are more rich people in this world, why do you want me to fall in love with your best friend? Besides, Aunt Song is already thirty-one, I have the energy to chase her, so I might as well find a girl who is in her prime. ”

"You know!"

"Meiyue is empathetic and knowledgeable, her image is so dignified and virtuous, can those little girls outside compare?" Jiang Yaling said seriously: "Anyway, if you bring other women into the house, our mother-son relationship will end here." ”

Time

Jiang Qi was speechless, and he was about to end the mother-son relationship at every turn, feeling that the mother-son relationship between himself and his mother was thinner than an A4 piece of paper.

But to be reasonable, Song Meiyue's image is indeed a little difficult to extricate herself, she has only had a relationship with her, that charming and pretty face, bumpy body, graceful and luxurious temperament... It's like a slide that keeps flashing through my head.

If you throw away the fact that she is her mother's best friend and that she is your top boss, these two deadly elements... Song Meiyue gave herself the feeling that she was an English teacher when she was a student, full of fantasy and beauty.

"Mom went to take a bath first, wait for Meiyue to apply through your friends, chat with her more, care more about others, except for love at first sight, the rest is love for a long time." Jiang Yaling said solemnly: "Play well, don't drop the chain." ”

After that,

went to the bathroom by himself, and Jiang Qi was left alone in the living room.

However, in the face of his mother's advice, Jiang Qi didn't listen to a word, hugged the back of his head, stared at the ceiling intently, and analyzed theoretically... Song Meiyue should reject her friend application, but not necessarily... Maybe in order to maintain the sisterhood with the mother, I reluctantly passed.

suddenly

The phone on the coffee table, the breathing light flashed.

Jiang Qi, who noticed this situation, picked up his mobile phone and looked at the situation, and sure enough... The friend request was approved.

What to do?

Would you like a friendly opening statement?

So what should I call her? Aunt Song or Mr. Song? Or is it Sister Song?

Pensive for a while,

Jiang Qi held his mobile phone and edited the message with a snap.

Endeavor Young Jiang Gongzi: Aunt Song, I know that you were also forced to apply through my friend out of helplessness, so let's do it... Let's just act as if nothing had happened, and be familiar strangers to each other, what do you think?

After a while,

Song Meiyue sent her reply.

Xiao Yue'er: Okay

It's very concise and clear, without any mud and water, and a word goes straight to the center.

Jiang Qi was about to put down his mobile phone, when he suddenly received a WeChat message from Song Meiyue.

Xiao Yue'er: Come to my office tomorrow morning, I'm on the 10th floor

Seeing this message from her, Jiang Qi felt a little bad in his heart, and sent her an 'oh', then locked the phone screen, staring at the ceiling above his head with a melancholy face.

Tomorrow morning...

Should I go in with my left or right foot?

...

...

The next morning,

Jiang Qi came to the company building early, and after punching the card... sat in his seat and used the unit computer to check the company's internal high-level list, and then he found Song Meiyue's basic information.

"Won't it?"

"In charge of human resources, finance, and technology research and development?"

Seeing Song Meiyue's responsibilities within the company, Jiang Qi felt that his head was about to crack, but the next content made him even more stunned, because he found that the chairman was also surnamed Song, and he really didn't notice this problem before, but now it seems... These two are father and daughter.

"Xiao Jiang?"

"It's a rare day!"

A middle-aged man with glasses stood beside Jiang Qi with a smile and said, "Usually you step into the company, but I didn't expect to be the first today, right... Yesterday, Xiao Xie invited you to have supper, why didn't you come? Let me tell you... Yesterday's event was good. ”

This middle-aged man with glasses is Wu Zheng, the director of the technical department, often wandering around various bathing centers and foot-washing cities with Jiang Qi and Xie Buchen, and the three of them have a very strong friendship, and Wu Zheng, who is the supervisor, will often invite the two to consume.

"Hey..."

"Dude, I'm bitter in my heart!" Jiang Qi sighed and muttered to himself sadly.

"Huh?"

"It feels like you're on your mind." Wu Zheng noticed that his good brother was a little worried, moved a chair to sit beside him, and said seriously: "Say it... I'll give you an analysis. ”

Jiang Qi pursed his lips, turned his head to look at Wu Zheng, and asked: "If Brother Ang gives you two choices, one is to work hard, be self-reliant, work hard for your dreams, and then become a master, and the other is to climb to the top of your life, but if you have to bear the title of son-in-law, what will you choose?" ”

"The second one!"

Wu Zheng didn't even think about it, and gave the answer directly.

"Huh?"

"It's not... Is it so straightforward? Jiang Qi looked at him with a confused face.

"Brother!"

"Life is only a few decades in the world, and being happy for a second is a second." Wu Zheng said earnestly: "And you say that you are a rich woman, the kind of temperament that has experienced the baptism of wind and frost, the little girl can't be compared at all, I don't have you this condition, if I have... Still working here? Fart! Straight to heaven. ”

As soon as the voice fell,

Wu Zheng thought of something, and smiled meaningfully: "Listen to your tone... Seems to have an idea? ”

"Nope."

"I, Jiang Qi, have always pursued the principle of unremitting self-improvement, and I will never sell my soul." Jiang Qi shook his head and glanced at the time... Standing up silently, he said to Wu Zheng: "Brother Ang, I take half an hour off, there are some things that need to be dealt with." ”

After saying that, he left directly.

Looking at the back of his good brother, Wu Zheng couldn't help frowning, and secretly slandered in his heart... Why is Xiao Jiang a little weird today?

...

...

Jiang Qi had been standing in front of the door of an office for three minutes, his eyes fixed on the doorknob, but he didn't have the courage to hold it.

It's an ordinary door, but you never know what you're going to get when you open it.

Take a deep breath, reach out and hold the doorknob, then gently press...

Then the left foot went in first.

......