Director's growth history

Fang Yuan felt awkward hearing this, why lived together for four years?Could it be that you and I, Zhang Junqiang, are gay?Looking at Song Sisi, she didn't seem to mind, so Fang Yuan also held back. 【@】

The food is here.Song Sisi said: "Fangyuan, Mr. Zhang, I don't know if the dishes I ordered at noon today suit your tastes, so let's settle for a little. If you are not used to it, we will order again."

"Sisi, I told you that I will treat you at noon today, and I will give you the money after dinner later."

"Fangyuan," Song Sisi lowered her voice, glanced at Zhang Junqiang secretly, and said in a low voice: "As long as you can come, what's the point of spending some money on food?"

Fang Yuan's heart was touched: this single-minded little junior sister was so angry that she left the school, but she still cared about herself. How could she bear this pure love, this true love?

"Sisi, I'm sorry for you." Fang Yuan felt guilty in her heart, but said it sincerely.

Song Sisi's eye circles were red, and it could be seen that the tears had been suppressed so as not to flow out of her eyes.

Zhang Junqiang simply can't stand this "flirting"?? This dead Fangyuan is really lucky for him. Why don't you think he doesn't like this fairy-like Song Sisi?I really don't know what kind of medicine he took for his brain, why is he so unresponsive? *, I can’t get this beauty, so I’d better get the food. I don’t want to eat such delicious food for nothing. I usually save money on food and clothing. Under Wang Xiaoyuan’s supervision, I can only smoke 1.5 yuan a box of broken cigarettes. For breakfast and dinner, it was either noodles or steamed buns. Wang Xiaoyuan was so "abuse" that his eyes turned green. Whenever he saw fish and meat, he wanted to eat up the whole plate immediately!

Fangyuan and Song Sisi also picked up their chopsticks and started to eat, each eating a bowl of rice in a gentle manner.Fang Yuan mustered up his courage a few times, and finally asked, "Sisi, you have been working in Uncle Song's company for the days you left school, right?"

"Ah."

"What kind of work does Uncle Song ask you to do?"

"Let me be the assistant to the general manager. How can I be an assistant to the general manager? I don't know anything, I don't understand anything, and I sit in the office all day with nothing to do. If you want to take care of something, you don't understand. I'm afraid of doing it. If it is not suitable, it will have a bad influence on Dad's company; don't care about anything, and it will be uncomfortable all day long. I am getting tired of it."