President spoils me again today

Shangshaocheng's voice was so low and sweet that when he opened his mouth, cen Qinghe immediately recovered.

Turning to look at him, cen Qinghe unexpectedly called: "director of business?"

Shang Shaocheng looked at her face and fixed her eyes for a few seconds. "Crying?" he asked aloud

CEN Qinghe subconsciously lowered his vision, reached out and wiped his eyes awkwardly. Then he raised his head and gave a smile, and said: "no, I just had a little too much to drink, maybe I vomit."

Shang Shaocheng asked again: "with the customer?"

CEN Qinghe said: "I'm here with my colleagues. Tonight is the Department's welcome banquet."

Shang Shaocheng said with a smile: "is it a new year or a new year?"

CEN Qinghe once again a Leng, a time don't know back to what is good.

She watched him come to her, but did not stop. Instead, she passed her by and came to the sink to wash her hands.

Hanging his eyes, he washed his hands and said, "don't tell me, you are moved by the enthusiasm of your colleagues in your department?"

CEN Qinghe drank a little too much, so even if he heard that he was saying something ironic, he couldn't find any good corresponding words for a moment, so he had to reply softly: "this is not the way in the workplace now." In order to survive, in order to have a foothold, how many things are you willing to do? It's not forced.

After washing his hands, Shang Shaocheng went to the tissue machine and took out a few pieces of paper.

Looking at Cen Qinghe, he couldn't see what he was thinking, but asked himself: "bullied by new colleagues?"

CEN Qinghe lowered her eyes, and what her eyelids covered was her expression of depression and grievance. She whispered back: "No."

Once again, the voice of shangshaocheng said, "I'll give you this opportunity to sue the emperor. You can make good use of it."

CEN Qinghe smell speech, lift an eye to see to Shang Shao City, just see he will wipe the paper ball of hand, accurately throw into the garbage can beside.

He was standing two meters away from her. Today, he didn't wear sunglasses. His eyes, which were so beautiful, were staring at her.

The look in his eyes seemed to imply that she had something to say, and Cen Qinghe felt an inexplicable impulse. Shang Shaocheng is a marketing director. Her position is much higher than Zhang Peng's. He is right. She has such an opportunity to "sue the imperial court.".

After choking for a whole day, cen Qinghe almost blurted out and exposed Zhang Peng's evil deeds. But the words to the mouth, she suddenly stopped.

When she was at school, everyone hated people who reported to their teachers. This kind of person is commonly known as "dogleg". Although she didn't want to make any profit from shangshaocheng by breaking the news, she beat her boss's report on the first day of work, which was a bit unreasonable.

So it's just a moment's impulse, cen Qinghe soon came down. Lip gently open, she said in a voice back: "no, everyone is very good to me."

"Is it?" Shang Shaocheng looked at her and asked, "why did a man hide here to wipe his tears?"

CEN Qinghe half true half false way back: "homesick."

Shang Shaocheng seemed quite surprised by her reply, so she laughed.

This is the third time Cen Qinghe met him. In the first two times, he didn't even see his face; The second time I saw her, he used this face to "confuse" her into signing a "part-time" job other than her own job. She still remembers what it was like to walk for an hour in her high-heeled shoes.

Now for the third time, he seems to be trying to get something out of her mouth. Cen Qinghe's brain, paralyzed by alcohol, is struggling to run at full speed, for fear that he might fall into a trap again.

Shangshaocheng just had a slight radian on his lips, which seemed to have been expected for a long time, so there was no surprise in his eyes. His thin lips opened and he said softly, "homesick? I'm just the same. I'll talk to you somewhere. "

He turned to walk outside the bathroom, cen Qinghe followed him a few steps away. After walking for a while, he turns to a private room. Cen Qinghe is hesitating whether to call him. Shangshaocheng has already pushed the door and walked in.

CEN Qinghe stood at the door, looked up and swept around. There were a row of men and women sitting on the sofa in the big luxurious private room.

Shangshao city had already reached the middle of the private room. He felt that there was still light behind him. He turned his head and saw that, sure enough, cen Qinghe was still standing at the door, and he didn't mean to come in.

He tilted his chin toward her and motioned for her to come in.

CEN Qinghe didn't expect that what he said was to find a place to talk, it would be here. The room was full of people she didn't know. When she saw that Shang Shao city had brought a woman in, everyone immediately looked at Cen Qinghe.

A young man of the same age as Shang Shaocheng was the first to say, "who is this?"

Shangshaocheng said, "play with you."

The private room is very large with a screen with a bead curtain in the middle, which divides the room into two parts. Shangshaocheng takes Cen Qinghe to the other side of the Pearl curtain screen. Unexpectedly, on this sofa, a couple are embracing each other enthusiastically. They kiss each other fiercely. They don't care that this is a public place.

CEN Qinghe looked at it, and suddenly his whole body was full of blood, struggling to rush to the top of his head. She didn't open her eyes. She didn't know where to put her embarrassed eyes.

Shang Shao city didn't pick his eyelids. He stepped over and kicked the man's foot. The man stopped and looked up at shangshaocheng, "why?"

Shang Shao turned to the next door and whispered back, "go up there."

The man just wanted to ask why, but Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Cen Qinghe not far away. His eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "Yo, who is this beauty?"

Shang Shaocheng sat down on the sofa and said with a light face: "don't grin, go up there. We have something to talk about."

The man was amused and pulled the woman beside him to stand up. When he passed by Cen Qinghe, he said with a smile: "where is the beauty? How did you get to know Shaocheng? "

Thanks to the dim light in the private room, cen Qinghe's red face is invisible to others.

When she was about to answer, Shang Shaocheng said, "don't pay any attention to him. Come and sit down."

CEN Qinghe went to the circular sofa and sat on the opposite side of shangshao city.

On the marble tea table, there are all kinds of wine bottles. Shang Shaocheng picked up a woman's body shape wine bottle, poured half a cup of dark red liquid for himself, then raised his eyes and asked her, "drink it?"

CEN Qinghe shakes her head. There are many men and women laughing behind her. She tries to make herself sober. Don't be too stiff when she is sitting.

Shangshaocheng picked up the glass and took a sip of wine. Then he sat on the sofa and said in a languid voice, "come on, who bullied you?"

CEN Qinghe thought that Shang Shaocheng had forgotten about it. Unexpectedly, he raised it again. At the same time, she was surprised. Instinctively, she made an action to stop talking. After a pause of two seconds, he came out and said, "thank you, director of business. No one bullied me. I just had a drink and I was homesick, so I cried."

Shang Shaocheng's tall body leans on the back of the leather sofa and looks at Cen Qinghe. His beautiful face is hidden in the dim light, and he can't see the specific expression clearly. Cen Qinghe only hears his pleasant voice and says, "I'm homesick on the first day of work. Why do I come to the night city when I'm so homesick?"

Many words are said unintentionally, but the listener is intentional.

In Cen Qinghe's chaotic mind, such an ugly picture suddenly appeared. Just think about it, she feels sick

Drink too much lax eyes, casually fell on a wine bottle, also don't know how long, cen Qinghe whispered back: "don't want to stay at home."

Shang Shaocheng asked, "why?"

CEN Qinghe felt pain in his heart. He couldn't tell whether the pain was more or the nausea was more. She originally wanted to answer him, but her only reason was to tell her that the person in front of her was the marketing director, who was her boss in the sales department. She had to pay attention to her words.

Under the pressure of the tumult in his heart, cen Qinghe modified his vocabulary and hid his emotions. He replied in a voice: "I think the night city is very good, and the development space is also large. I want to work in a big city."

What a grand reason? Said Cen Qinghe himself in the heart of ridicule.

Of course, she didn't see Shang Shaocheng's sneer and slight disdain. She gently shook the transparent crystal cup in her hand. He whispered: "the night city is big, but every year millions of people like you rush into the night city with your attitude. They all think that where there is a big space for development, they will have their own foothold. It's so good here that you can always make your own fortune, but do you know what's the best in the night city? "

CEN Qinghe listened to Shang Shaocheng's words, not sure what he was going to say next, so he shook his head mechanically.

He asked himself, "it's the false beauty that cheaters try their best to construct in order to attract people like you who have dreams.". As long as the staff are willing to work hard, you may have an account here in the night city in the future; The latest issue of real estate sales advertising, as long as you buy their house, you can not only have a home in the night city, you can even become a millionaire, tens of millions, or even a billionaire after you change hands. Now you are a living example. When you come to work in a real estate company, do you think you can afford the house here or the registered permanent residence here? On the first day of work, I was bullied by my boss and colleagues, so I had to hide in the bathroom to wipe my tears. Now, do you still think the night city is beautiful“

Shangshaocheng's words are like the incantations hovering over Cen Qinghe's head. The more he says, the tighter those incantations become. When he asked her the last sentence, cen Qinghe's feeling of grievance suddenly surged up. Combined with the paralyzing effect of alcohol, she frowned and said along with his words: "in fact, I don't want much. I don't have to have a house in the night city. I have a registered permanent residence here. I just hope I can have a meal with my own skills, but... The director knows how to take advantage of others, My colleagues are all intriguing. I'm really tired... "