My dear you

After a while, Bai Xiaoyu happily pushed the door and entered. His face was full of joy, and he said happily, "Zhai Zhu, today I'm going to invite you to dinner!"

Zhai Xingchen raised his head and looked at her from the corner of his eyes. "Why, won the lottery?"

"No, just now Mei always said that she would be working for me next month."

The probation period of an ordinary employee is six months, at least three months. Not long after she came here, she was favored by the leaders and could become a regular employee in advance. In this way, soon, she could get a rich salary. It's very exciting to think about it.

"That's next month, too. The plan can't keep up with the change." Zhai Xingchen said lightly.

If the girl doesn't know the man, whether she can stay here depends on Mei's mood, but now she doesn't know

"Hey, I'm kind enough to invite you to dinner, but you pour cold water on me. I'm still not a friend." Bai Xiaoyu pursed her lips and said strangely.

Zhai Xingchen just laughed, "OK, invite me to dinner, right? I agree. What else did Mr. Mei say to you? "

"There's a party this Friday evening. You're going to take me to it!" She was very excited, but she was a little worried. She had never been to such an occasion before. What should she do if she made a mistake.

"Zhai Zhu, can you give me some experience?" I've seen the scenes of banquets on TV before, gorgeous and luxurious... High heels, wine glasses and delicious food all make her feel envious. But if you make a fool of yourself in such an environment, it's not only humiliating, it may even lose your job.

"Let's go." Then Zhai Xingchen got up.

"Go... Where?" The second monk, Bai Xiaoyu, was confused. "Besides, I haven't got off work yet!"

"Mr. Mei specially approved me to take you to choose clothes, and you want to invite me to dinner?"

"Choose clothes?" Dinner is what she said, she has to invite, pick clothes

Zhai Xingchen had already put on his coat and put his arms around him. He looked at her and said, "are you going to go to the party dressed like this?"

Bai Xiaoyu coughed and asked, "Zhai Zhu, who will pay for the clothes?"

She has just found a job and hasn't received any salary. She has no plan to buy clothes in the near future. If she wants to pay for it herself, I'm afraid she will be drinking in the next few days.

Seeing that Zhai Xingchen didn't speak, Bai Xiaoyu said with a sad face, "it won't be at his own expense... If so, I think the matter of inviting you to dinner may have to slow down." She shrunk her shoulders awkwardly. "I've been short of money recently..."

Seeing her pitiful appearance, Zhai Xingchen only laughed, "do you think IDoc will not have its own brand store?"

Bai Xiaoyu smell speech, a pair of clear expression, two eyes put light, "that still wait for what, we hurry to go!"

The girl's mood is changing too fast

I went to a women's clothing store called IEM.

When the shop assistant saw them, her eyes lit up. She recognized that the man who came in was Zhai Xingchen, the special assistant of general manager Mei. She warmly said hello to him, "Mr. Zhai, are you here to help general manager Mei get the dress?"

"I'll take the dress of President Mei with me. Now please help this lady choose a dress suitable for her." After that, he sat on the sofa, picked up the magazine and looked at it

The shop assistant glanced at Zhai Xingchen and asked, "Miss, are you Mr. Zhai's girlfriend?"

Bai Xiaoyu quickly shook his head and denied, "no, how could I be Zhai Zhu's girlfriend..."

"Oh, no..." the shop assistant nodded. In fact, she just asked casually. They didn't look like lovers. The girl was too ordinary to match Zhai Xingchen in temperament.

Although Zhai Xingchen is only a secretary of IDoc, he is more popular than department managers in terms of income and status. He is also a golden bachelor, so he is naturally favored by little girls. But since he joined the company, he has never heard of a girlfriend

So that some people with big brain holes began to guess that he was Madeleine's lover, but this is just a guess, without any basis