Zhang Jiayu, who had been away from home, completely cut off any contact with her before, and only paid her mother 1,000 yuan a month on time to calculate the alimony, and there was nothing more.
Zhang Jiayu's grandmother and Zhang's mother do not know if Qingqing regrets it. She only sees the potential for investment from Zhang Jiayu.
No, not potential, but proven strength.
It was only natural to find Zhang Jiayu, and Qingqing began to ponder her career after giving birth to her second child.
There are two children to take care of. It is definitely impossible for her to go to work from 9 to 5 as before, even if there is a nanny at home.
Having experienced an unfortunate childhood, Qingqing does not want her children to repeat her mistakes, and she is not the best couple.
However, it is impossible to have no career at all. She also does not want to become the kind of housewife who is completely bound by the family and only surrounds her husband and children.
So after thinking about it, in fact, a career similar to angel investor is the most suitable for her.
Gu Qingqing has money, a lot of money, she can't spend her life, and with the hard work of her husband and brother, her money will only increase.
With this money, she can choose a few worthy investment projects to try to get a higher return.
These items represent not only objects, but also people.
Investors with high potential are an inexhaustible gold mine. If they can serve as the corner of their bole, they can be regarded as alternative good deeds, and the sense of accomplishment is even more indispensable.
But the more cruel reality is that gold mines are hard to find, and she has no money to invest.
Zhang Jiayu is undoubtedly a big gold mine, and it has been developed once, to ensure that there is really a gold mine inside.
Qingqing had no reason to let her go.
At first, this dead Tsundere must be awkward, but after fighting with her own brother for many years, Qingqing knows best how to deal with Tsundere.
It's okay to follow the hair, but you can't pretend to be pitiful.
Don't look at Zhang Jiayu's glamorous Yu Jie's face. In fact, this person is very soft-hearted and likes to take care of the weak.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have been persecuted by their relatives in the first place.
Qing Qing, salt can be sweet.
She can be a noble and elegant rich lady, or a soft, cute and coquettish elementary school girl, depending on what kind of state can be more conducive to her goal.
This behavior was later commented by Zhang Jiayu, who was fooled on board the thief ship, as: the black-hearted mask of a capitalist.
This little irony, under the huge amount of gold Zhang Jiayu had earned for her, Qingqing didn't care at all, but was in a good mood.
Sacrificing herself to adjust the mood of employees, she is really a good boss.
However, the good boss overturned his car today.
After a year of no ghosts, the subordinates who had been depressed for a long time broke out. A phone call was sent to kill a series of calls. There was a posture that the boss would not show up today, and she would come to the door with a chopper.
The Qing Qing trembling with fright recalled these memories.
She got up neatly and changed into more formal clothes. She didn't even eat the breakfast/lunch prepared by the nanny, and ran out the door in a hurry.
Qingyu Group.
Qingqing’s car was parked in front of the company. There was no need to identify himself. The security guard who had recognized the chairman’s car rushed up and graciously helped Qingqing open the door. By the way, he took the key from her and went to park her. .
Stepping on ten centimeters to hate the sky, Qingqing easily walked into the door of the company that he hadn't seen in a year.
As soon as I entered, I saw a menacing tall figure running rampant, scared Qingqing subconsciously aiming at the opponent's hands.
Fortunately, it was empty, without a knife.
"Gu Qingqing, you still know how to come!"
There was an earth-shattering roar, which made the two front desk sisters excited, and many people in the hall were also attracted.
After seeing who the roarer and the yelled person were, they turned their heads one after another, pretending that they were blind and hadn't seen anything just now.
A joke, is the quarrel between the chairman of the company and the president of the company called a quarrel
It was a fight between the gods, and even a little carelessness was spread so that there was no scum left. It was better to stray quickly, and it was important to save your life.
"Didn't you tell me to come over?"
Qingqing blinked innocently, and Zhang Jiayu's stiff figure was clearly reflected in her clear eyes.
Immediately afterwards, his fair and delicate face flushed slightly.
Sure enough, no matter how high this person sits, he still can't stand the impact of cute things.
Although she still pretends to be tender and bitch at a lot of age, she is not afraid of bitch in her moves, as long as she is easy to use.
At least the female tyrannosaur's anger must be calmed down, otherwise her life will be lost.
Qing Qing thought of how terrible Zhang Jiayu was really angry.
"If there is something, we went to the office and said that there are too many people here, and the influence is not good."
If there is a real quarrel, I am afraid that before today, there will be rumors about the discord between the two high-level members of the Qingyu Group.
If it can't even affect the company's stock, it's all money, and it's not fun.
Zhang Jiayu obviously took this into consideration.
She closed her mouth that was still trying to say something, pulled Qing Qing past her, and led her straight to the stairs.
It may be that she is too strong, or it may be that she was frightened by the outraged president.
The two went all the way, and all the pedestrians were like Moses dividing the sea, lest they evade to both sides.
It happened that the elevator had just reached the first floor, but it was cheaper than Qingqing and the others.
Who would dare to enter the two high-rise elevators
No one dared to be there anyway, so that Qingqing could only watch the elevator door slowly closing in front of her with fright, locking her and Zhang Jiayu to death...
Well, this bad adjective.
There was silence in the elevator.
Zhang Jiayu did not speak, and Qingqing did not dare to speak even with a guilty conscience.
In fact, Qingqing is not to blame for this.
How could she have thought that she would experience such a miraculous thing that she still had a huge after-effect (amnesia) that she could not fully recover.
So forget about work...
Should, too, be forgiven, right
He glanced at Zhang Jiayu cautiously. He didn't have the stinky face as expected, but he didn't even smile at all.
The person in front of him seemed to be thinking about something very serious, and his expression was very serious.
Suddenly, she spoke.
"What are you going to do with the kid outside your husband?"
"What?" Qing Qing was astonished.
She couldn't help picking her ears, suspecting that she had heard it wrong.
"What do you mean by that? What kid?"
Her heart was gradually tightening, and her pain was a little bit painful.
After casting the elevator glass and seeing Qingqing's confused and unbelievable expression, Zhang Jiayu was a little disappointed, and changed his words accordingly: "It's nothing, I just made a joke with you by the way."
It was a clumsy excuse, it was like grabbing a straw, and I immediately believed it.
"It turned out to be like this." She mobilized her facial muscles to show a smile, but it turned into a weird twitch: "Don't make this kind of joke again next time. You can't make jokes casually."
The disappointment was even worse in the eyes, but she didn't show any signs on her face. Zhang Jiayu apologized indifferently: "I'm sorry, I promise there will be no next time."
Leading Qingqing all the way back to her office of the chairman of the board where she was almost dusted, Zhang Jiayu placed a stack of half-person-high documents on the desk.
"These are all the work you have accumulated for a year, and I will help you deal with everything that can be handled. These are the remaining important documents that cannot be done by others. I hope that the chairman can handle them as soon as possible. Work arrangements go on."
"So many." Qingqing let out a miserable wailing.
It's a pity that Zhang Jiayu was unmoved, she folded her arms and stayed high.
Looking down at the petite woman curled up in the boss chair, her voice was cold: "Not much. The work I do for you is not just this stack."
"How much is that?"
Qing Qing didn't even know why he wanted to die like that? Actually dare to ask this kind of question.
Sure enough, Zhang Jiayu's face was cold again, and her tone was a thousand times colder than before: "Ten times."
Qingqing was so frightened that he forgot to close his mouth.
When the slender fingertips were picked, the slightly opened pink lips were closed, regardless of the peach eyes that the owner of the pink lips stared in shock.
She walked to the door and pulled out a necklace with a key hanging from her neck before closing the door and leaving.
"We are locked up, you work obediently, don't think of it when you can't finish it."
Qing Qing: "..."
This is a devil, is it really a devil? She is a devil.
Important things need to be emphasized three times, and Qingqing is heartbroken.
She used to have a temper in the gold mine that worked hard and complained about producing gold, and since then, the happy days of not having to work are gone forever.
There was a click.
The door closed.
Qingqing was stunned, suddenly jumped up and ran to the door in a 100-meter sprint, holding the doorknob and turning wildly.
"You really lock me up!"
No matter how she fought, the closed office door remained motionless.
After five minutes, Qingqing gave up struggling and confessed his fate.
She shrugged her shoulders and sighed, then silently returned to her desk, obediently handling the squeezing work for a year.
Fortunately, the closed memory door spit out a lot of memories, mostly about work, and this did not allow Qing Qing to catch blindly at the pile of documents.
But even if she only needs to sign one by one, so many documents are enough to make her feel sore and weak in signing, not to mention that some of them have to give advice on the work, and the workload must be huge.
Tucao return to Tucao, the work that should be done still has to be done.
Qingqing is very focused and has a slight tendency to perfectionism, so she will never perfuse these tasks, but will take them more seriously and strictly forbidden.
Time passed quietly in Qingqing's focused work. When her attention was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door, she suddenly realized that her back was sore, and she almost couldn't lift her hands.
Looking up at the time, it's no wonder that more than five hours have passed.
The hungry belly gurgled about the empty city plan, frantically reminding Qing Qing that it was time to eat.
She went to sleep directly for breakfast, and had no time to eat lunch. She had to eat something to fill up her stomach for dinner, and she might have to faint from hunger.
Especially after just having a very consuming mental activity. ,,...,...: