President, please spoil me!

Well, the appearance of the ID photos is so impeccable.

beautiful!

It's just that this expression and this look in the eyes don't seem to be very happy.

Xing Hao threw off the quilt and got out of bed. In a good mood, she ran to the bathroom to wash and comb her hair. Then she went to the cloakroom to find some clothes and changed. After tidying up, she happily went downstairs to have breakfast.

It was still early, and Huo Sicheng was having a meal. Seeing her looking refreshed, he raised his brows and said, "Didn't you say that you will be sick for a month, and you will be fine in one day and one night?"

Xing Hua didn't know, so, "What month?"

"It's nothing."

She pulled out the chair and sat down, "Maybe the medicine I took last night has an effect, and I feel better when I wake up."

After she finished speaking, she picked up the freshly squeezed juice, drank it in a gentle sip, looked at the man opposite, licked her lips at the end, and found a topic, "I will start preparing my resume after breakfast, and then advertise Cast the net out."

The man didn't even lift his eyelids, and said a monosyllabic lazily, "Yeah."

"Do you have any suggestions? For example, what should be paid attention to in resumes and interviews, or... what kind of positions are more suitable for me?"

"No."

Xing Hua's proactive enthusiasm was blown away by the man, and he ate the poached egg sullenly, and returned to the indifferent mode.

Is he only willing to treat her a little better when she is sick?

She lowered her voice, pursed her lips and asked in a low voice, "Then do you have an idle notebook, lend me it?"

"I'll bring it to you later."

Xing Hua thought that he would not give it to him, but when she got an unexpected answer, she immediately said with a smile, "Thank you."

He still ate his breakfast at his own pace with his head down and his eyes down.

While she was happy, she thought of another matter. She struggled with it for a long time, but still said in an unspeakable and stubborn tone, "Then can you... lend me some money...to me?"

Huo Sicheng raised his eyelids and looked at her.

She quickly explained, "I'm afraid that some company will call me and ask me to go for an interview, and I don't even have the fare to go there."

He said lightly, "Okay."

Looking at his calm, indifferent and distant face, Xing Hua felt a deeper loss in her heart, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Huo Sicheng ate it before her, so naturally he finished it before her.

He didn't go directly to the company after breakfast, but went back upstairs. When he came down again, he was about to meet the woman who had finished eating and walked into the living room.

He glanced at her, "I put the things in the master bedroom."

"Oh well……"

Before she could finish speaking, the man had already walked past her.

Xing Hua stood where he was, staring blankly and lonely at his back as he left without looking back.

Suddenly, she would rather she was still sick.

After being sad for a while, Xing Hua quickly cheered up and ran upstairs.

Aside from the fact that she bumped into Song Huixi for some reason, he also hated her because she didn't know anything and could only depend on men to live. She was a hopeless, selfless, depthless, and beautiful parasite.

On the most eye-catching table in the master bedroom, there is indeed a thin silver notebook with a stack of RMB scattered on it.

She walked over and picked up the money and counted it. There were several thousand yuan, which was close to ten thousand yuan.

Hee hee hee, the shot is quite generous.

She hurriedly found a table and chair with the notebook in her arms, and then opened it.

The notebook should not be new, but it has been well maintained, and it is still [-]% to [-]% new. After turning it on, she found that the entire machine needs to be re-registered, which means that there is no one left by the person who used it last time. something.

The first step is to make a resume and learn from the Internet.

The second step is to cast your resume indiscriminately.

third step,…………

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After 04:30 in the afternoon, the most famous law firm in Ningcheng.

There was a knock on the office door.

"Come in."

A middle-aged man walked in with a piece of information in his hand, "Boss... When the HR department was recruiting the front desk... I accidentally saw a... quite special resume."

Behind the desk is a very young looking man, very handsome, with an unrepeatable demeanor. He is wearing a white shirt, with thin golden glasses on the bridge of his nose.

But that's the case, maybe it's because the desertedness in the office is too cold, but he still exudes a cool aura.

Hearing this, he stroked the mirror frame with his hand and smiled, "I went to the United States for a few months, you piled up all the messy cases and documents for me, and now you even show me the resume of the front desk... If you want to get out, just hand in your resignation!"

The voice was still soft and soft before, but the painting style changed suddenly in the last sentence, and it dropped to freezing point in vain.

The manager of the personnel department didn't dare to vent his anger.

"Yes... it's your sister's resume."

"My sister?" The man's eyes under the lens narrowed. He glanced at the manager, picked up the mobile phone next to the notebook, and dialed a number.

"Xing Xing, I'll pay you to study. Although I don't expect you to have any great achievements in IQ, if being a front desk lady is your goal in life, don't study as soon as possible and save me two years of tuition."

There was a girl's ignorant voice, "Wh... What is the front desk lady?"

The man said gloomyly, "Idiot, you don't know where to send your resume?"

"I... I haven't sent my resume yet."

"Do you dare to lie to me?"

"It's not...the boss," the manager quickly corrected upon seeing this, "This resume is not Miss Xing Xing, it's...your other sister."

"What else do I want to be the younger sister at the front desk?"

"It's... Mrs. Huo, Miss Xing Hua."

"..."

The office fell silent.

Xing Shen looked at the manager in front of him, "Who are you talking about?"

"Miss Xing Hua...the resume has Miss Xing Hua's name and a photo of Miss Xing Hua, and it seems that the information of the ID card has been uploaded, so I...bring it here for you to see."

"What about your resume?"

"Here, I printed it out."

As the manager said, he hurriedly handed over the piece of paper in his hand.

Xing Shen looked at it with no expression.

Resume, a piece of paper.

Sweeping again, there are large blanks.

Xing Shen's reading speed was extremely fast, and his eyes caught on—Education: Graduated from junior high school, I couldn't read it anymore, and said impatiently, "Steal other people's information, find this person out, and throw him to the police station."

"Hey, okay..."

He was about to rub the waste paper and throw it into the trash, when he saw the string of phone numbers from the corner of his eye.

The movement stopped, and he picked it up to read it again.

Xing Shen narrowed his eyes and showed some ridiculous expressions on his face. A person like him naturally has a far better memory of numbers than ordinary people.