In the brightly lit bedroom, Liu Yingying suddenly came over and pressed Zhao Sanjin.

Zhao Sanjin was stunned, reached out and took Liu Yingying directly into his arms, let them lie flat on the bed and said with a smile, "are you in such a hurry to throw yourself into the arms?"

Liu Yingying didn't speak, leaned his head over and lay in his arms.

……

Without a word, Zhao Sanjin and Liu Yingying woke up early the next morning.

After watching Liu Yingying take away Si Le, Zhao Sanjin quickly walked towards the gate of the group. Looking at Jiang Zheng who had been waiting for where early, he smiled and patted his shoulder and asked, "so early?"

"It's just five minutes!" Jiang Zheng shook his head, didn't care about this problem, pointed to the group building and said, "let's go to the training room first. Although we all interview the sales department, we still need to talk to the sub director of the training room to see who will manage us."

"Still have such a say?" Zhao Sanjin nodded vaguely, followed Jiang Zheng's side and walked quickly towards the entrance of the elevator.

Among the employees waiting for the elevator, a man suddenly squeezed out.

"Is it you?" standing in front of Zhao Sanjin was a middle-aged man with a piece of cotton cloth wrapped around his head. It looked like the extra eye of Erlang God. It was very funny.