Rebirth: The Adopted Daughter

"Who wants to bubble you?" Lin Renjie's high and cold voice clearly conveys an unhappy mood. Ye Qingxia turned back and looked at Lin Renjie's dark face and frowned. For a moment, he looked at the new black leather shoes on his feet. There was a gray footprint, which was very eye-catching. There was a slap. Ye Qingxia looked back and saw that the black frame glasses in Zhang Siqing's hand were forcibly broken in two... My glasses! Just die without a whole body“ Lin Zong! " Zhang Siqing threw his glasses into the dustbin, took out a silk handkerchief from his pants pocket, and bowed respectfully to clean Lin Renjie's shoes. The speed was so fast that ye Qingxia was stunned. There are several department leaders behind President Lin. it seems that he came to the meeting, so he happened to come at 9 o'clock. Those department leaders stood outside the president's office, looking at Ye Qingxia one after another. It seems that not only Lin Renjie heard what ye Qingxia asked Zhang Siqing just now, but also the department leaders outside the door. When they saw Ye Qingxia's silly bangs in the new sky, they thought that the girl in front of them was probably the ugliest in the whole company. Unexpectedly, they thought that Secretary Zhang, a handsome guy, wanted to soak her? I don't know who gave her confidence? A thin old woman with gold wire glasses couldn't help gossiping with the department leaders“ Why is there such an ugly little girl in this office? Who arranged it? "“ I don't know. There seems to be no background. This time, something went wrong in the personnel department. "“ The person who made the mistake was an old employee of the personnel department. He had worked in the company for more than ten years and would do such a mixed job. "“ Bao Wenbin? He seems to be a night old man. Do you think the girl will be arranged by night old? "“ I don't think so. Old Ye is furious in the personnel department for this matter and deducted his year-end bonus. How can it be? "“ Yes, Yelao is straight. He said what he wanted. You didn't see that he was so angry that his face turned red at that time. There must be a mistake. It's Bao Wenbin's relatives at most. "“ Yes, she has nothing to do with Bao Wenbin. " These people muttered. Although they lowered their voice, it was intermittently transmitted to Ye Qingxia's ears. Ye Qingxia suddenly praised Ye Dongyi: I didn't expect grandpa's acting skills to soar“ You haven't answered my question yet? " Lin Renjie asked coldly. Ye Qingxia just regained her consciousness and looked at Lin Renjie in a daze. He was wearing a silver gray suit and a Hermes gold belt. He was looking at her with a cold face. Zhang Siqing polished Lin Renjie's black leather shoes spotlessly, stood in front of the filing cabinet, opened the drawer and took out a thick stack of documents. As he walked towards Lin Renjie, he looked at Ye Qingxia darkly, as if to say: I don't want to talk to you. Ye Qingxia was stunned and turned her eyes upward. What's the problem? Well... Who's going to fuck her? Well, looking at Lin Renjie's unhappy look and slightly narrowed his eyes, he seemed to say to her: you're too ugly. How can someone bubble you! What's her answer? When Lin Renjie saw Ye Qingxia's dull face, a sly smile flashed in his eyes, took the document handed by Zhang Siqing, turned and walked towards the conference room diagonally opposite the door. The department leaders who used to watch jokes outside the door also followed Lin Renjie and approached the conference room. Seeing this, ye Qingxia quickly followed up. When she wanted to enter the conference room, she was stopped by Zhang Siqing. He handed her a stack of information and said, "this is very important. Hurry to get it." Then he closed the door with a black face. Ye Qingxia took the stack of materials and gnashed her teeth at the closed door, but she had no choice but to turn around and return to her new desk. This novel has been translated by www.readwn.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.