Lucky wife: let me spoil you, girl

"This is my phone number. I'll memorize it when I go back. When I call you next time, I need your help. Don't hang up as a strange number."

"When I die, you can't get rid of it."

Gently listening to his rogue words, he rubbed it in the palm of his hand, but it didn't wipe it off.

"Mr. Mo, has anyone told you that the people who touch porcelain will be struck by thunder sooner or later."

"Who touched the porcelain?"

"Who touched the porcelain? Who knows? I'm kind enough to save you today. Why should I be responsible for you all my life?"

"Scoundrel!" When Mo Qingqiu saw his flat smile, he wanted to be angry for no reason.

Mo Qingqiu looked at her gentle and graceful figure, and the smile in her eyes became thicker and thicker.

He thinks that gentleness is becoming more and more interesting. Maybe it is really suitable to be the hostess of Mo's family.

At more than nine o'clock the next morning, Wenwan didn't wake up. After all, now she is an unemployed vagrant, and it's understandable to sleep in.

Bell bell!

The phone at the head of the bed suddenly rang. Looking at the strange number above, the first reaction was that Mo Qingqiu was ill again.

But when you look carefully, it's not his number, it's another number.

On the way back last night, Wen Wan remembered Mo Qingqiu's number. She didn't deliberately remember it. She just looked at it several times and found her residence, so she didn't bother to save it in her mobile phone.

"Hello, who's calling, please?"

"Hello, are you Ms. Wen Wan?"

"I am, you are?"

"I'm manager Huang, the personnel manager of Xingchen Clothing Co., Ltd."

"Hello, what can I do for you?"

"Come to the company for an interview on Monday morning. I'll send the company address to your mobile phone later. Contact me when you arrive." The other party's attitude was not particularly friendly. He simply said a few words and hung up.

Gently listening to the busy tone on the phone, she was stunned. She didn't send her resume to Xingchen clothes. Why did she call her.

How can I tell her directly to go to the interview?

Is it the man who helped her behind her back?

Wen Wan was thinking that the mobile phone on the table rang again. This time it was still a strange number, but she recognized Mo Qingqiu's number at a glance.

Mo Qingqiu asked, "have you received the call from the stars?"

"Just got it."

"Well, let's go to Xingchen for an interview on Monday. That company was a partner of mine before. Although it was not as large as sho, it was a good company."

"I said hello to Mr. Meng. Their company is hiring people, so I recommended you."

"You used to interview first. If you pass the interview, you can be a formal designer of their company. With your current design level, I believe you will bring surprises to the stars."

"You don't have to worry about the salary. As long as you have the ability, he won't treat you badly." Mo Qingqiu said a lot, and only gently did he understand what was going on.

It turned out that he said hello to the boss of Xingchen clothes, so she received the call just now.

"Why don't you speak? Are you particularly grateful to me?"

"Don't thank me too much. After all, you saved my life."

"Mr. mo... I... I want to find a job of my own through my own strength. I don't want to go through the back door... I don't want to experience what happened before again..."

"What do you think? How do you call the back door? "

"I'm not familiar with them. I just mentioned you in front of him. Whether they will apply for you depends on your own strength."

"If you design too rubbish, they won't want you."

"After all, my favor can't be used as food. They won't force you to accept you in order to give me a favor. You should know that in the eyes of businessmen, everything focuses on interests."

"In short, go and try. I hope there will be a good result." Mo Qingqiu hung up the phone.

Think about it gently. She applied for a job in Xingchen clothing on Monday morning. After all, she needs to find a job quickly and can't always be so idle.

Manager Huang of Xingchen knew that she was gentle and her attitude was not very friendly. From what she said, manager Huang thought she came in through the back door, so she had this attitude.

However, after several rounds of interviews, manager Huang's attitude towards her has suddenly improved a lot. Maybe he thinks she has some real skills.

"Miss Wen welcomes you to officially become an employee of our company."

"Thank you, manager Huang!"

"Let's go. I'll show you the environment."

Gentle looking at the company building with the same style as the stars, she felt a little embarrassed. How could she write that she had tossed and turned two companies in less than half a month since she came to Dongcheng.

Because Wenwan came in through the job interview this time, and the salary was also at the normal level, it didn't attract everyone's attention and discussion.

In addition, Wenwan is a relatively low-key person, so she has been working at Xingchen for two days, and many people don't know her existence.

After all, there are so many people in and out of the company every day. Who knows whether you are a company employee or a company customer.

On the third day, Wenwan, who always arrived early, didn't go to work in the company. Except for several colleagues next to her, no one found it.

"Why didn't Wen Wan come today?"

"Maybe there's something at home!"

"I don't know. She just came here and hasn't got her contact information yet."

"No matter, I'm busy with my work. The director will urge me again later." After a few words, they began to immerse themselves in their work.

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"Well... Put me down... Why did you catch me..."

"Who the hell are you?" At this time, Wen Wan is struggling on a ambulance.

She was lying on her back and tied to a stretcher, with two doctors in white coats on one side.

"Who the hell are you and why did you catch me?"

"We received an application from your family to take you to the hospital for treatment!" One of the older doctors said expressionless.

"My family? Treat what? I'm not sick. "

"The patients we receive usually say they are not ill. Nervous patients will not admit that they are mentally ill."

"Psychosis? You say I'm mentally ill? "

"I'm not mentally ill. I'm a normal person. You must have made a mistake."

"Who on earth called you and said I was mentally ill?"

"She didn't want to talk to the other patients," said the doctor. "She was impatient and gave one more shot."

"Don't... help... Let me go... Let me go..."

"You're kidnapping, you're breaking the law..." she struggled desperately, but she still couldn't escape the doctor's violent means.

When Wenwan woke up again, she was already lying in the ward and still tied to the bed.

There are two mental patients nearby, one sitting on the bed talking to himself and the other barking wildly. In this environment, everyone will feel afraid.

After all, nervous patients can't control their happiness. Even if they kill her, she will die in vain.