Fake show is real: Wrong Love Bo Liang Chief

Back at Qin Nuo, Qin Jing wailed at the mountain of documents on his desk.

The exhibition was held, the contract was signed, and as the leader, Shan Yudong patted her butt and rested in the swivel chair. Pity her, a little cabbage, with too many follow-up documents.

Sometimes I really think about it, anyway, it is definitely not a problem for Wen Jili to support her.

I really want to shake hands, put my feet up, and be a person who doesn't hear what's going on outside the window. Of course, this is just complaining. She, Qin Jing, is definitely not a woman who hides behind men and relies on men to protect and support her.

Glancing at the closed office opposite, Shan Yudong didn't seem to be there again. [

Lately, he has been haunted by ghosts. When Qin Jing came back from Bingti Twins, the number of times Qin Jing saw him was counted with five fingers when he stretched out his right hand, and every time he saw him, his expression was a little gloomy.

It had been a few days since the last time I saw him.

Could it be that this is the prerogative of the general manager?There is no need to clock in on time, and there is no need to report to the office every day.

She has always been a good employee, a good subordinate, and a leader>

The call was connected not long after, and it was Shan Yudong's usual laughing voice, "Mi'er, miss you?" When Shan Yudong said this, he pointed at Yun Xingyue and the others opposite>

Qin Jing rolled his eyes speechlessly, "So you're still alive!"

"Hey, don't worry about that. It's said that disasters don't last long, and good people will live for a thousand years. My good man will definitely live for a thousand years!"

"It's good people who don't live long, and the disaster will last for thousands of years, you are a disaster." Qin Jing muttered viciously into the phone.

From the other end came Shan Yudong's cheerful laughter, "Haha, it doesn't matter if he is a good man or a disaster, as long as he can survive for a thousand years. As the saying goes, a white cat is a black cat, as long as it catches mice, it is a good cat!"

Qin Jing was speechless, and pushed down the pile of documents that looked like a hill in front of him.

"Okay, I won't chat with you. I haven't seen you for a while, so I just called you to see how you are doing. I know you are doing well when you are so angry. I hang up and continue my busy life. A life of losing your head."

After hanging up the phone, Qin Jing on this end began to work hard, while Shan Yudong on the other end had a gloomy expression.

Yun Xingyue came out with a can of beer, and threw it to Shan Yudong, with a sound of "Buzz", the ring tab of the can was twisted, Shan Yudong took a few mouthfuls of the beer bottle and swallowed it into his stomach.

Yun Xingyue patted Shan Yudong on the shoulder, no longer the usual shyness and indifference that Qin Jing saw, but a kind of energetic, refreshing and majestic, "Shanzi, if you feel embarrassed, tell me the result you want, I'll do it for you."

Shan Yudong turned his head, put his hand on the balcony fence, leaned slightly, and looked out at the scenery outside through the balcony. The autumn wind blew the leaves and made a rustling sound, and the music fountain outside was rising wave after wave.>

He squinted his eyes, leaned over and pressed the weight of his body against the railing of the balcony, his expression curled up, his eyes looking out the window were deep and sharp.

After a while, he stretched out his hand and stroked the tiger's mouth between the index finger and thumb of his right hand, which was a little rougher than the palm, which is the most obvious characteristic of people who hold guns all year round.

He turned his head to look at Yun Xingyue, raised his hand and rubbed Yun Xingyue's hair, laughed, and said casually, "Why should I feel embarrassed? I think it's too slow! Let them enjoy it for so long blessing."