I became the white moonlight of the male god

At this time, Xiaoqing cried pear blossoms with rain, "Thank you...thank you."

The team members didn't have much objection to Zheng Zhili's decision. They probably still had feelings for Xiaoqing, and they didn't want to see her family have a seriously ill father and be sent to prison.

And this kind of punishment can be regarded as ruining her career, giving an explanation for the efforts of the fingertips.

Afterwards, Zheng Zhili reported everything to the boss, and Xiaoqing was fired from Fingertips. Under everyone's complicated eyes, she packed up her supplies and left Fingertips alone.

Zheng Zhili called the police to withdraw the case, saying that there was no need to search the photon case again, and the matter officially came to an end.

As for Chen Ying, she will think about it carefully.

At night, Zheng Zhili returned to the apartment exhausted and fell down on the sofa.

What keeps playing in my mind is the big and small trivialities of today, the upstream campaign, Xiaoqing's betrayal at the fingertips, and...meeting Yu Yi by chance.

That was when he was leaving the upstream after the campaign, and he ran into him with a few colleagues by chance.

Yu Yi was wearing a noble black suit, and his handsome face was still cold.

As soon as he appeared, he was a dazzling existence. Although the aura around him was strong and low, it still made people unable to resist prying.

Behind Zheng Zhili, there were excited whispers, no need to look at the colleagues who were fangirls again.

The distance was getting closer and closer until the two passed by, but the other party didn't even look at her.

That should be reality.

How could Yu Yi, who is so high above him, see Zheng Zhili, who is as low as dust?
Thinking of this, Zheng Zhili couldn't bear to smile wryly, and turned to look at the tall and stalwart figure, who was far away from her in just a few strides.

Zheng Zhili closed his eyes heavily, as if he had tied a knot in his heart, what kind of relationship do they have now?

Not husband and wife, not family, not friends.

Zheng Zhili didn't know why he seemed to gradually lose consciousness.Probably too tired to fall asleep on the sofa uncontrollably.

It doesn't matter, she's alone anyway.

In his sleep, Zheng Zhili vaguely felt that he was lifted into the air by a force, and after a few minutes of bumping, he fell into the comfortable big bed again.

In the past few days, Yu Yi's familiar fragrance has never been so strong as it is now.

Unconsciously, Zheng Zhili raised a slight smile, which is her indulgence to herself, wanton attachment to the breath of liking.

In the room, Yu Yi looked down at the sleeping woman, and couldn't bear to move.

Immediately, the long eyelashes trembled, and he bent down involuntarily, and dropped a superficial kiss on the woman's forehead.

How can you let go of the love you have been lusting after for so many years?

I don't know if there was something good in the dream, or if the woman felt the tenderness surrounding her, the smile on the corner of her mouth couldn't bear to deepen.

The next day, when Zheng Zhili woke up, he looked around his surroundings with a puzzled expression.

She had no memory of how she went to bed and went to sleep afterwards.

Could it be that he was so tired yesterday that he didn't even realize his movements?

However, she didn't struggle too much, and quickly got up and walked to the bathroom, took a quick shower and went to work in the company.

The upstream informed them yesterday that the results would come out today.

Therefore, from early in the morning, Zheng Zhili and the team members have been staring at the phone or computer, for fear that they will receive the message one second late.

Until three o'clock in the afternoon, the landline in front of Zheng Zhili rang.All the staff immediately became energetic and moved over anxiously.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Zhili couldn't help but find it funny, and quickly picked up the phone.

"Hello, is there a fingertip? This is the upstream cultural and creative department."

Hearing this, Zheng Zhili looked solemn, "Yes."

My heart also involuntarily became tense.

"Congratulations, you have become our upstream development partners."

After a formal sentence from the other end, he said happily again, "Come on, Zhili, I am very glad to cooperate with you again. The idea of ​​fighting the Nian beast is good."

Only now did Zheng Zhili realize that it was the voice of the head of the Cultural and Creative Department.

She won the bet after all, right?
"Ah... okay, thank you." Zheng Zhili agreed with a dull expression.

After hanging up the phone, colleagues all cast expectant eyes.

"Is it upstream?"

"How to say?"

"Are the results out?"

Zheng Zhili lowered his head pretending to be dejected, and let out a low sigh.

Looking at it like this, the result should not be very good, and the mood of the colleagues also fell to the bottom.

"It's okay, just try harder next time."

"Yes, we did our best, everyone is great."

Still someone reluctantly comforted him.

Seeing this, Zheng Zhili smiled triumphantly, before telling the truth, "You have lobbied, congratulations."

Suddenly, a group of people blinked at her in astonishment.

"We succeeded." Zheng Zhili gave a confirmed answer.

When the words fell, there was screaming at the scene, and everyone jumped up, so crazy.

Zheng Zhili also put aside his composure and said excitedly, "Tonight's celebration, I will pay the bill!"

"what!"

At night, cool breeze.

In Wen's mansion, Ruan just rejected Zheng Zhili's invitation.Normally, she should just go to this kind of occasion, but at this moment, she can't cheer up at all.

Maybe it's because I'm here for my aunt, so I don't have the energy.Gently explained to herself like this.

Bored, she opened WeChat and scrolled through Moments, mostly to share the content of happy life.

But when she clicked on Wenzheng's homepage, it was blank, even the background and avatar were black.

Like a person without life.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Wen Rou still dialed Wen Zheng's number.

It rang for a long time without waiting for an answer. Just when Gentle gave up and wanted to hang up, a rough male voice came from next to my ear, "Hello, who?"

Not Wen Zheng.

Gentle frowned slightly, "Who are you? Where is Wen Zheng?"

"Are you looking for that kid Wenzheng?"

"Ah Zheng, a girl is looking for you."

After the man operated, the microphone was not only filled with his voice, but also noisy booing.

After a few seconds, the phone seemed to be held by another person.

"Hello." Immediately afterwards, Wen Zheng's deep and magnetic voice came.

"Where are you?"

Gentle couldn't help asking.

Wen Zheng took a deep breath, and said coldly, "You don't have to worry about where I am, just live your life well, and don't call me again, understand?"

"Beep...beep...beep..."

Before waiting for a gentle response, the phone was disconnected.

The woman's face was suddenly covered with anger.

"Damn it, who cares about you? You'd better not bother me in the future, or I will let you die!"

Here, the fingertip celebration will be in full swing.

Everyone was so happy that they lost their sense of proportion all of a sudden. Everyone at the table was drunk and no one was spared.

It's a loss that I booked the kind of nightclub, so I didn't let the boss out, just add some money later to make up for it.

Should I say that the fingertips are really getting more and more united.