Chapter: 100
"..."
Ye Zhenting was speechless, she didn't know what was thinking in her mind.
"That's it. I'll call you when I need it. Don't worry, you will pay a day less by pretending to be a boyfriend once."
"Shut up, your address!"
"No. 32 Xingfu Avenue..."
Feng Qianxue felt that he was disgusted by Duck Duck, he was stern and didn't want to care about her at all.
When she got home, Zhu Ma was still watching a silent TV in the living room and waiting for her. Seeing her back, she quickly brought the stewed white fungus and lotus seed soup.
Feng Qianxue drank a big bowl, hugged Zhu Ma with her injured right arm, and then went back to the room to remove her makeup and sleep.
Tomorrow is Monday, and she has to go back to work at the company!
Feng Qianxue always keeps her mission in mind and must find a way to return the chip this week.
This night, Feng Qianxue slept well, so she got up very early in the morning. She kissed the three babies, hurried downstairs with the soy milk buns, and hurried to take the bus to work.
After recuperating for so many days and now returning to a normal life, Feng Qianxue feels more at ease and more secure.
This kind of real life is real!
What a tall auction, a ruby necklace worth 100 million, a ruthless devil president...
Those are all dreams, and when they wake up, they will return to real life.
Feng Qianxue came to the security department to change clothes ten minutes in advance, but was notified by the security department manager: "Xiaofeng, you have been transferred. Go to the personnel department to get the transfer order, and then report to the new department."
"what???"
Feng Qianxue was stunned. This scene was so familiar. Not long ago, she was transferred from the administration department to the security department, and it was the same scene at that time.
But at that time she was implicated by He Wenzhe, so she was punished together. What is it for now?
Is it because she rejected the president? ? ?
She should have been mentally prepared long ago...
That cruel, cold-blooded Night Devil has probably never been rejected for a lifetime! !
She is so ignorant of praise, how could he easily let her go?
Feng Qianxue's face was blue and purple and white, and a tragic drama flashed in her mind. She could probably guess what department she would be transferred to.
Cleaning department!
Ye Devil, no, Ye Bitch had threatened her with this a long time ago.
Now finally found a reason to start.
What's so great?
The big deal is quit, even if she goes out to wash the dishes in a small restaurant, she can still feed her children, so why should she be angry with that bitch here?
"Little wind, little wind..." David's call interrupted Feng Qianxue's thoughts.
Feng Qianxue recovered, took a deep breath, and said sadly: "David, Manager Chen, thank you for taking care of me, goodbye!"
With that, she bowed to them, then left with red eyes...
"Hey..." Manager Chen and David were both stunned. What happened? It's like a farewell to life and death.
Feng Qianxue came out of the security room and felt very depressed when she thought that she was going to be transferred to be a cleaner. In the future, she could only clean and wash the toilet.
She cursed Ye Zhenting in her heart, and courtship is not a revenge. What a slut, Ye slut!
"Ah cut, ah cut!"
In the elevator, Ye Zhenting sneezed twice in a row. He covered his mouth and nose with a black gold handkerchief, thinking, is there someone scolding me behind his back?
"Ding!" The elevator door opened.
Ye Zhenting walked out of the elevator, just when Feng Qianxue walked into the ordinary elevator next to him.
He glanced at her coldly and found that she actually stared at him with a hateful look.
He couldn't believe his eyes.
The elevator door closed slowly, and he turned around and asked Ye Hui: "Am I wrong? Did she just stare at me?"
"Cough cough..." Ye Hui coughed a few times and said cautiously, "It seems, I didn't read it wrong!"
Ye Zhenting's brows frowned, and his eyes burst into anger: "It turns out that she was scolding me for sneezing just now!" JrNovels.com