Domineering president: wife, please remarry me!

This night, Zhang Zijun didn't sleep well, because lying in bed, what turned around in his brain was what Zhang Tianqian told her about engagement. It's better to apply for a marriage certificate directly.

So, "aren't all giant pandas popular?" Zijun blinked his big eyes with panda eyes: "do you think I look like a giant panda in the zoo?"

"... Qiao Zimo was speechless with anger.

"Is there any work I need to do today?" Zijun saw Qiao Zimo speechless and quickly changed the topic with a smile: "in other words, I haven't been here long or short. It seems that I haven't done much just getting paid. I feel guilty about getting paid myself."

"You're finally a little aware," Qiao Zimo said no more about her panda eyes and immediately threw her a file: "this is the order received the day before the Mid Autumn Festival. You can play with this pediatric design."

"OK," Zijun took it over and opened it with a smile. After reading only two pages, he exclaimed, "Qiao Zimo, is this pediatrics?"

"Oh, isn't it?" Qiao Zimo pretended not to know, turned his head and looked at his eyes, and then said solemnly: "it doesn't seem to be pediatrics. It's estimated that it's a oncology department, but you're a master. It's nothing to say about tumors. The important task of cutting off malignant tumors is in your hands."

"I can't," Zijun cried with a mournful face, "Qiao Zimo, you did it on purpose."

Qiao Zimo smiled and nodded: "you know, there is a voice in the outside world these two days. Some people doubt that your original Intercity Track was given to you after Lu Ruidong designed it. Therefore, you must produce a new work to stop those people from talking."

"But you don't have to produce such new and high-end works?" Zijun said bitterly, "Qiao Zimo, such works must be masters. I can't finish them like you or Lu Ruidong."

"No, you're wrong," Qiao Zimo corrected her with a smile. "Such works may not be completed by Lu Ruidong and me, so I'll give you this arduous task."

"... Zhang Zijun just fainted without vomiting blood on the spot.

The tyrant country wants to build a new airport. The tyrant country is small and the land is limited, but people require that the airport can carry planes from all over the world under classic circumstances.

The airport is different from all buildings, because it not only takes into account the use of formal architectural style, but also takes into account various factors such as the channel of the airport.

Zhang Zijun finally realized that it was a hot mountain fair, and Qiao Zimo, who didn't know what he was busy with recently, was not sure, so he threw the potato directly to her.

"After you design the airport, I'll give you the position of director and I'll be your assistant!" Qiao Zimo said with a smile. "I hope you can live a paid life without doing much."

Zijun just didn't spit blood because of his anger, but he gracefully turned and left the assistant office, walked towards his director's office, and left this hard bone to Zhang Zijun.

Zijun sat in the office all morning. She didn't sleep well. Because of this hard bone, she became more dizzy and swollen. She didn't even feel her head all morning.

At noon, she wanted to call Tong Zhenyu to complain about Qiao Zimo's hatefulness, but at the moment when she took out her mobile phone, she hesitated again.

Tong Zhenyu and she are indeed lovers, but there is no direct connection between work and lovers. She can't refuse challenging work because Tong Zhenyu is her boyfriend.

Finally, I put down my mobile phone. I felt dizzy. I didn't even have the mind to eat lunch. I just lay on my desk and slept like this.

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Zijun didn't expect to see Xu Ruoxi again, because she and Xu Ruoxi had no intersection. Moreover, she also kept her promise, went to the second hospital and asked her that she couldn't draw blood now.

Therefore, she thought that if she hadn't met Xu Ruoxi by chance, she wouldn't meet Xu Ruoxi again. Even if she saw her again, she probably met her while shopping or dining in a restaurant.

However, in fact, she thought the problem too simple. The day before 11, that is, September 30, she and Xu Ruoxi met again.

Because the next day is national day, ushering in a seven day holiday, and in the last two days, she and Tong Zhenyu are a little busy, so apart from telephone contact, they didn't bother to meet.

The next day was a holiday. In the afternoon, she received a call from Aunt Zhao and asked her to go to the second hospital to get her father's medicine. Because Aunt Zhao received another patient to take care of in the last two days, she had no time to send it to her father.

Zijun hasn't been to the second hospital since she last went to the second hospital and asked if she could draw blood to match Xu Yunchang's bone marrow. Although Xu Yunchang has been living in the second hospital.

She asked Qiao Zimo for leave and went to the second hospital one hour early. Because Aunt Zhao worked on the 17th floor of the inpatient department, she had to go to the 17th floor to find aunt Zhao.

However, to her surprise, aunt Zhao's new patient was Xu Yunchang, so she was stunned when she walked to the door of Xu Yunchang's ward.

When she was thinking whether she had gone wrong, the door of the ward suddenly opened, and then came out of the hurried Wu Yuling. When she saw Zijun standing at the door, she was obviously stunned.

Zijun didn't intend to say hello to Wu Yuling. He instinctively gave way to her, but Wu Yuling took the lead in calling her, and her voice was obviously trembling; "Zijun, did you come to visit?"

"I'm looking for Aunt Zhao Rong," Zijun quickly robbed Wu Yuling's words, with a cold look on her face.

"Zijun," Wu Yuling couldn't stand her indifference. She couldn't help shouting in a low voice, "Zijun, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that night."

"That's what your daughter likes to say most," Zijun's voice was obviously sharp. "If you kill someone, just say sorry, then there are probably countless murderers in the world."

"Murder?" Wu Yuling's voice was obviously sharp: "Zijun, how can you say that about me?"

"What shall I say about you?" Zijun's mouth pulled out a touch of ridicule: "you killed the child in my stomach. Didn't it kill a life? The child in my stomach is not human?"