Bamboo horse has been deliberate for a long time

Chapter 90 My sister treats me as a queen driver?

Self-recommendation of scripts is not strictly prohibited, but if you want to dance to the bright side, it will not end well in the end.

90.00% cannot escape the ending of resignation.

What is the equivalent of a self-recommended script?It is equivalent to you directly bypassing your immediate boss and discussing cooperation with other departments!
Isn't this pure contempt for leadership?

The more Liang Quanjun thought about it, the more he felt that it was difficult to control the panic in his heart. He stared at Bai Weisi, as if this could make her take back her words.

Bai Weisi tilted her head, and said in a light and slow tone, "What's wrong? What can't be done? Are you afraid that others will say you dare to do such a thing?"

"But, but!" He stammered and wanted to explain, but his mind was like a tangle of wool, his thoughts were chaotic, and he couldn't even say a sentence that was coherent and logical.

The man's cheeks were as red as a ripe tomato, his fists were clenched tightly, and he dared not move.

"Hey, isn't this director Bai?" Du Ying came belatedly, with an enthusiastic smile on her face, and she got close to her: "Director Bai came here today, but it made our screenwriting department flourish. Come on, what's the matter?"

Bai Weisi turned her head to look at her, expressionless, "Minister Du, I'll send the script over here, and by the way, teach those who are ignorant and unmotivated."

"Script?" Du Ying was a little puzzled.

Liang Quanjun tried his best to wink at Bai Weisi, hoping that she would show mercy and let him go.

His career is still very long, and he doesn't want to be stained with this, or even ruined here.

He also has a dream he wants to pursue.

"Yeah, the script." Bai Weisi curled up her lips with a ostentatious smile, and stated clearly, "This Liang XX gave my assistant a script a while ago, saying that he hoped that I could give me more pointers."

She shook her head, "Unfortunately, the script was so badly written that it disgusted me so much that I had to come over in person and educate him. Who knew that I could hear him chewing people's tongues as soon as I came here, no wonder I couldn't write Good script."

Liang Quanjun's face turned green and pale, and he didn't know how to refute.

After climbing to the minister's seat, Du Ying was considered a genius. She sized Bai Weisi and Liang Quanjun carefully, frowning slightly, and remained silent for a while.

"Mr. Du, you shouldn't be showing favoritism, right?" Bai Weisi looked at her.

"Of course, I understand the reason." Du Ying nodded, and shot Liang Quanjun sternly, "You can go through the resignation procedures later."

Bai Weisi's eyes circled around the office again, passing An Yuecheng inadvertently, with a half smile, "Then I won't bother you."

She just walked away.

Du Ying stared at Liang Quanjun coldly, "Come over to the office, I have something to talk to you."

With this matter intervening for a while, she also forgot about An Yuecheng.

An Yuecheng, who was sitting in the corner, had a complicated expression, twitched her fingertips inadvertently, and let out a breath of foul air slowly. She couldn't tell that Bai Weisi was deliberately making things difficult for that person.

If there is no injustice or enmity, then she can only hear Liang Quanjun slandering her.

Favors can be regarded as owed.

I can't say what I feel in my heart, unexpected, or touched.

They will indeed not be enemies in the future, and may even be friends.

An Yuecheng took out her phone, typed and sent: "Thank you, Bai Weisi."

All day, there was nothing wrong with each other, and it was not until the end of get off work time that Du Ying remembered that there was a scourge that had not been dealt with.

She pushed the door open and came out, and she really saw An Yuecheng sitting and concentrating on processing the documents.

"An Yuecheng, come here." Her voice was cold.

An Yuecheng fiddled with the phone before getting up, following Du Ying's footsteps, and walked into the office.

Du Ying sat down on the sofa, leaning back, with the posture of a superior, "You should know the reason for calling you here. You intend to hook up with other department managers. This is enough for you to be fired."

An Yuecheng was as motionless as a mountain, standing two meters away from her with clear eyes, "But I didn't do it."

"Public opinion doesn't care if you do it or not. You have already been on the job for half a month. If you are fired at this time, you may not be able to catch up with the internship verification later, right?" Du Ying smiled, not hiding her ridicule at all.

"That's not something Minister Du needs to worry about." She raised her hand and brushed her broken hair behind her ears, with a calm and composed look.

If slander could bring her down, she wouldn't be standing here intact.

An Yuecheng was never worried, and never afraid of these things.

Du Ying slowed down her tone, thinking of her: "If you are willing to invite Manager Tao to eat and apologize, this matter will be over, and no one will fire you."

"Dinner?" An Yuecheng said every word, with a strong accent.

"Yes, of course it's for dinner, and I'll accompany you there. You don't have to be afraid, Manager Tao is easy to talk to." Du Ying showed unprecedented tolerance, and she seemed to be a good leader.

Fake death.

The hole dug was clearly displayed in front of An Yuecheng, still pretending, wishful thinking that she would not be able to recognize it.

An Yuecheng's brows showed a little tiredness, and his tone was lazy, "I'm sorry, Minister Du, I'm sorry I can't do it."

"Then you can go to the Human Resources Department to resign." Du Ying closed her eyes and stopped talking.

She pursed her lips tightly, resigning was impossible.

Right now there is another recording that barely serves as supporting evidence, just wait a little longer.

An Yuecheng didn't say anything else, and when she was going out, the co-workers who were about to get off work paid her attention in unison.

After packing up her things quickly, she took the subway back to Imperial University.Qi Can made an appointment with her to meet at the gate of the Emperor's Gate and go back to Suhe Town together.

Seeing a familiar license plate on the side of the road, An Yuecheng opened the passenger door, sat down safely, and greeted Qi Can: "Good afternoon, let's go."

The young man leaned forward, with his arms resting on the steering wheel, his slender fingers slightly bent, and tapped lightly on the top of the steering wheel.

An Yuecheng was not in a good mood, he could see it clearly.

The tone was very flat, without any waves, and even had a tendency to sink.

It's like hiding something in my heart, or that kind of very depressing thing.

"Sister's words seem to be treating me as a queen driver." He draws the end of his voice, and looks sideways at An Yuecheng meaningfully.

An Yuecheng shook her head for a moment, and quickly calmed down the tiredness between her brows and eyes, "No, it's just that I have a little more internship work today, so I'm a little sleepy."

Emotions have accumulated for a long time, and there is no small burden on the body and mind.

She will not be defeated, but she will also feel tired.

"It's rare for my sister to be overwhelmed. Why don't you just talk about it and treat it like taking out the trash." Qi Can slowly stepped on the accelerator and entered the main road.

Hearing this, she became more energetic, and resolutely retorted: "That won't work, you are not my trash can."

(End of this chapter)