"It's not difficult, I just want to test your physical fitness. If your physical fitness can surpass me, I will give you this contract." Song Qing said with a pure kindness.
Although Xu Yun felt that it was impossible to be so simple, it was impossible to let go of this opportunity and nodded: "How to exceed?"
Song Qingyu pointed to the training equipment on the side, and said: "I have a watch here, which is all the items I usually train. If you can follow it down, the condition is better than me, and the physical fitness will naturally exceed me!"
She did not avoid other people, but handed out the form.
When everyone saw those training items, they couldn't help but gasped!
"Oh my God, is this still the range of normal people?"
"Sister Qing Yu, do you do so much training every day?"
"..."
Gossiping.
Song Qingyu was also embarrassed, but instead asked: "You all know that I was a fat man before, as you can imagine."
This made everyone shut their mouths.
Not only is I embarrassed to say that I can't do it again, but the important thing is that Bai Qingyu is a fat girl's matter, and it is not a good topic!
The form finally arrived in Xu Yun's hands. Looking at the items, her face turned pale!
"It's not too difficult, but it didn't give you a chance to make tricks." Song Qingyu smiled at her slightly.
"Is there a deadline?" Xu Yun shook her hands while pinching the A4 paper printed form.
Because, without trying, she knew that she couldn't do so many projects!
Therefore, behind everyone's success is sweat and hard work, no one can casually succeed!
Xu Yun never doubted this.
Song Qingyu smiled faintly, and said: "The signing will be three days later, which is next Monday. What do you think?"
Signing the contract next Monday, Xu Yun needs to challenge successfully on Sunday night at the latest. Xu Yun will sign the contract on Monday. If it fails, Bai Qingyu will sign the contract!
"Okay, I get it. I'll familiarize myself with this training process first." Xu Yun will naturally take up this challenge!
Song Qingyu nodded, looked at the others, and smiled: "You can actually try it. Even if you can't exceed my physical strength, you can also strengthen yourself, there is no harm."
"Is it really okay?" someone surprised and said: "Then if one of us can surpass sister Qingyu, can we also get resources?"
Song Qingyu smiled faintly, and said, "Okay, even if the resources are not as good as they are in front of them, they will not be worse."
The company belongs to her, and there is Uncle Mo behind her. What Song Qingyu lacks most now is resources!
Everyone is boiling!
Song Qingyu turned around and started training.
Xu Yun looked at her textbook-like normative movements thoughtfully.
If everyone had a chance, wouldn't it be that her opponents would be very many in the future
No, she will never let others stand on her head!
After training in the company, Song Qingyu was sweating, and the amount of training today is enough.
After going to the office, taking a shower and changing clothes, she returned to the car.
"Go back to Mo's house."
Still Alin drove.
Ahua asked her doubts: "My wife did this to irritate Xu Yun on purpose?"
The bodyguard that Mo Beiyan can arrange next to Song Qingyu is naturally not brainless.
Song Qingyu chuckled and said, "If you don't irritate her, how can you make her fall miserably? She put a laxative in Lin Yue's food, and I have no evidence to grasp her handle. Then I will create for her. One chance, if she doesn't know her hands and feet, it's okay. If she does... she can't bear my anger!"
She wants to leave a good seed like Xu Yun for the development of the company.
But the Song family can never cultivate a second Shen Qiaoyin, she will never allow a second Shen Qiaoyin around her in her life!
Thinking of the past, Song Qingyu couldn't help being silent.
She did not speak, so Ohua did not speak naturally.
When Song Qingyu returned to the Mo family, Mo Beiyan had not yet left work.
At the end of the year, he was very busy.
However, Song Qingyu is not the kind of clingy woman. Without Mo Beiyan, she is at ease, doing her own study, and managing her time well.
It was nine o'clock when Mo Beiyan came back. He heard the door opening and looked over and asked, "I came back so late, have you eaten?"
"There was a party, I didn't eat much." Mo Beiyan walked towards her, leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
Feeling that it was not enough, she moved to kiss her lips again. , Song Qingyu looks up
Song Qingyu smelled a scent of alcohol and the smell of smoke on his body, frowned subconsciously, avoided the kiss, and said: "I have taken a shower, don't mess me up."
Mo Beiyan: "..."
Why is he dirty
However, raising his arms and smelling the smell, he went to the club and was hanging out with a group of drinking and smoking people, even if he didn't drink much or smoke a few cigarettes, the smell was really big.
I couldn't help but smile and said: "Okay, I'll take a bath first."
Song Qingyu watched him walk into the bathroom and didn't care. He lowered his head and continued to look at his notebook to do the problem.
After taking a shower, Mo Beiyan sat on the edge of the bed and wiped her hair. Seeing that she was still studying, he said: "Don't look, come and sleep quickly."
"It's only ten o'clock now." Although Song Qing said so, she put her notebook beside the bed and turned to go to the bathroom.
After going to the toilet, I bent over to wash my hands, and turned around to go out after washing. The light from the corner of my eyes seemed to have swept away.
She narrowed her eyes and turned her head back quickly.
On the top of the dirty clothes basket was a white men's shirt, which Mo Beiyan had just replaced.
This man likes to be neat, his shirt is a little wrinkled after a day's wear, but it is still white. Therefore, there is a dazzling red on it, which is very eye-catching.
Song Qingyu frowned fiercely, picked up the shirt, turned it over to the spot where it was rubbed a little red, and put it under his nose to smell it.
Very good, dior lipstick, and perfume!
Standing in front of the mirror for two full minutes, Song Qingyu exposing his temper, folded the shirt little by little, and placed it on the sink, deliberately revealing the red dot.
Then, calmly returned to the bedroom, picked up the notebook placed aside, leaned against the bedside and continued to do the problem.
"Not good yet?" Although Mo Beiyan was not drunk, it was obvious that he was not as sober after drinking some alcohol.
He closed his eyes, stretched his arms, avoiding her sight, and wrapped her waist.
"headache."
One half-lying, one lying down, he pressed his face to her side, did not open his eyes, his tone was a little coquettish.
"How much did you drink?" Song Qing asked lightly.
Mo Beiyan replied dullly beside her: "Not much, don't count the heights and have a lot of stamina. When I drank it, it was fine. I came back with a little breeze and a headache."
The coquettish tone, used on the uncle Mo that others usually know, can naturally surprise people.
Even in the face of Song Qingyu, he rarely has such a time.
However, Song Qingyu did not seem to notice at all, and took his hand away: "Go and ask the servant to prepare sober soup for you."
"You help me go." Mo Beiyan was so willing to be pushed away by her, and then stuck on it again.
Song Qingyu obviously ignored his plan, rang the calling bell, sat a little further away from the man with the notebook in his hand, and continued to do the problem with his head down.