The Temptation: Beautiful Female Boss

After they tried for several times and had no hope, they asked me to recommend talents for them. I'm not a headhunter. Talent recommendation is very troublesome. People have different personalities, and I'm not very familiar with them. If I like it and the other party doesn't like it, I'll blame myself. Don't do thankless things. I put some recruitment websites, well-known talent market and high-end talent market in the Pearl River Delta as an example And the well-known headhunting company's telephone address told them, let them find.

Yang Ren, the younger brother of the boss's wife, saw that the company was booming and wanted to open a small processing plant to do some processing work for Zhenhe. The boss didn't agree, but the boss's wife lent money to support him. I also don't agree with Yang Ren's idea of running a factory. Yang Ren is now a driver in the company, which won't interfere with the operation of the company. However, being a supplier is different. Moreover, Yang Ren was born in the 1980s, and he was lazy and didn't suffer much before. To be honest, I'm a little worried. But Yang Ren has made up his mind and has no choice. I called Yang Ren to the office: "opening a factory is totally different from being a driver. It's very hard. Now that you have decided, I don't object to it. In the first year, I will try my best to support you, for example, in terms of timely payment, but I will treat you equally in terms of delivery time, quality and price. In the second year, I will treat you as well as other suppliers. Take good care of it and don't let your sister down."

The cultural level of the boss's wife's family is not high. The boss's family seems to look down on her family. In addition, she is a teenager younger than the boss. The boss often "educates" her like a child, and the boss sometimes has a bit of inferiority. Therefore, I hope Yang Ren will not let his sister down. So after running the factory, Yang Ren suffered a lot. Once when we talked about Yang Ren at dinner, I said that Yang Ren was much more diligent than before, and the landlady was very happy. It seems that everyone needs praise.

Since the output value has exceeded 2 million for the first time, I have to say something. After discussing with my boss, I decided to give you a small bonus. The company's financial affairs are extremely confidential. The cashier will "convey" any inside information at the first time. She is the rumor release center of the company. Sometimes it's OK that the company doesn't pay any bonus without salary increase. Everyone has their own opinions after the bonus, because the Chinese like to keep up with the Joneses.

I and the managers of each department determined the bonus amount of each manager one by one, and approved it to the boss. I personally sent it to the managers of each department, and the manager personally issued it. The cashier only knew the total amount, but did not know how much each person had paid, so as not to turn good things into bad things. The total amount was more than 4000 yuan. We all got 50-200 yuan bonus, and the year-end bonus in the past year was only 150 yuan, so we were very happy.

I saw that it was still hot. After discussing with general manager Zhen, I installed an air conditioner for each department manager.

This time, the employees of the company are full of motivation

After work, I can't stand it.

when I come out of the company, I go home to my home and the witch's home. I go upstairs alone and look at the familiar furnishings in the room, which I can't be familiar with any more. At this moment, my giggling voice and the witch's false scolding for my disobedience are just replaced by the ticking on the wall.

Everything in the room is still so familiar, although I haven't been back here for several days. The clothes are washed and placed neatly, which is the habit of the witch.

It's been a long time since I was familiar with the taste at home.

The door didn't close. In the past, the witch always closed the door I just came near and put out the shoes I took off.

In the evening, the weather was gloomy.

The half open door reflected the light of the window on the corridor, so quietly sitting on the sofa, staring at the door for a long time.

This shot is so familiar that it appears in my mind too many times.

Her sentence: do you listen to me? Lingering in my ears.

From the morning till now, my mobile phone has not rung again except for the phone call from the company staff. The mobile phone is on, and there is electricity, not to mention the vibration.

It's true that there are no phone calls, not even text messages.

I took out my cell phone from my trouser pocket and glanced at it. I threw it on the sofa.

I don't know what happened to the witch. I've been worried about this problem, or I'm worried about myself.

Maybe, all of a sudden, Wang batian will bring people in and beat me.

Perhaps, there will be a witch's mother called, cursing me bloody.

But none of them.

Dead silence.

The rain began to fall again.

In front of the French window on the balcony, I sat on a rattan chair.

Petals scattered on the balcony, his notebook also let the witch pack into the bag, hanging on the wall beside.

The windows are closed.

It's still stuffy. After all, the window hasn't been opened for several days.

I opened the window, through the screen window, a moist and gloomy air came, mixed with a little rain hair that can't be seen clearly, fell on my arm, clear and cool. I gave my upper body to the back of the cane chair and lit my cigarette.

It's a kind of enjoyment. I like it.

But in the past, the witch was not allowed to wear shoes into the house, I was not allowed to go into the bedroom without changing clothes, I was not allowed to open the window to watch the rain, I was not allowed to take things without washing my hands, I was not allowed to smoke anywhere except the study, and I was not allowed to leave the tea I had drunk until tomorrow to brush the cupToo much is not allowed in exchange for a clean and tidy home, although every time for these are not allowed to do not very happy, but after a long time has become a good home habits.

It seems that the original prohibition is so necessary now that I lie on the rattan chair without changing my clothes. I always feel that there is something less or more.

When I wake up, it's already ten o'clock in the evening.

I didn't expect to sleep so long.

Outside the window, the rain has stopped, there is a little water under the street lamp, occasionally there are vehicles passing through quickly.

The door is still open. It hasn't been closed.

On the sofa, there are a lot of unread messages on mobile phones.

It's Susha.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm angry that you ignore me..."

There are still several missed calls, which are also made by Su Xia.

The living room and the balcony were a little far away, and the wind was against it. I didn't hear the phone. I ignore her, I look at the dark sky, I want to see the witch, or I will die

I went to Xinhuang first. The guard told me that Mr. Wang had already left. I drove to Wang batian's villa immediately.

The door was open. The servants opened it for me. I drove in. Wang batian's car was not at home. It seemed that he had not come back. There was no one in the garden. It was cold and the door was locked.

On the way to the garden, I stopped, got off and went to the villa. On the sofa in the living room, Wang Jin sat there alone, quietly, and from time to time, she heard the sound of sobbing between the wings of her nose.

I went in and she saw me. I didn't know whether I should sit down or continue to stand there. I chose to sit opposite her, but I didn't know what to say. They just keep silent. I know I should say something, but It's wrong to say one sentence, it's wrong to say one hundred sentences, and it's wrong to say ten thousand sentences. I don't know what to say at all.

After thinking for half a day, I looked at her haggard face and asked, "have you eaten yet?"

"Go back!" For a long time, the voice of the witch, some simply.

I looked up at her and wanted to confirm what she had just said.

"I'll call you if I have something to do. Go back." The witch didn't look at me and didn't repeat. She just made a brief supplement.

I don't know if I should listen to the witch.

Simply, I'd better go, because the expression on her face can't be doubted. She is stubborn at this time. I've learned her temperament.

The moment I closed the door, her cry came from the villa.

I fell down on the chair

At this moment, I dare not call the witch, although I have typed her number on the screen many times and deleted it, typed it again and deleted it again.

I'm afraid she won't answer, and I'm afraid she'll turn off her cell phone. I can only send her a text message: can we have a good chat?

Wait.

Waiting silently and painfully.

Finally, after a long ten minutes, the SMS bell rang. "No"

there is no other simple word.

This is the reply from the witch.

She willing to this long years of emotional accumulation? Does she have the heart to give up?

Although, in the current situation, it seems that the Witch and I have almost no possibility. For their true feelings, I also know that the secular problems that can't be solved are about to wear out. The two people who love each other can't get together. They can only look at each other like Cowherd and Weaver Girl across the Milky way, or they can't see the light secretly. This is what the witch doesn't want, and it's not what I want.

Although it has been said many times that this feeling, when it should come, does not come, when it should not, quietly takes root in our hearts. How many such feelings in the world are like those children who should not come to the world, growing up in the corner inside and outside the besieged city.

He who wants to cry has no tears.

I left in a muddle. It was another muddle night.

There is not a light in the room except for the LCD screen.

There is no other program running on the screen except the window where you talk to the witch.

Gray head, red text.

And Lin Huaxi's signature: pain.

The next day, until the afternoon, there was still no phone call from Wang Jin. I wanted to call her and ask her what was going on, but it was always a busy tone. No one answered the phone in the office, I couldn't get through my mobile phone, and I didn't know what was going on.

Mom's call, of course, is concerned about how we are.

"Where are you?" Mother is very impolite, tone has been completely revealed no doubt.

"At home." I threw myself heavily on the sofa, feeling weak.

"Where's Wang Jin?"

"She's at her house. She didn't come back."

"Then how did you come back? How did you hide after such a big event or something? How long can you hide? " My mother didn't allow me to interrupt. A series of questions with reprimand came to me through the receiver."She told me to come back."

"She asked you to come back?" Mother seems to be confused, surprised.

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