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Little did he know that just because of his plan, everything he had worked hard for was in vain.

It's a pity that he doesn't know it yet. He is just feeling proud at his work station and thinking about how to scheme against others.

Seeing that Song Yi'an came out just as he entered, with no other changes in expression at all, the expression on Ji Si's face, who was originally waiting next to her workstation to watch the show, became unhappy.

But she still taunted,

"Hey, what does the supervisor want from you? You won't be fired, right? It's really inappropriate for an ugly guy like you to stay in a fashionable company like ours. Alas, you don't have any talent, and you don't even have a good-looking face.

Sometimes I really feel sorry for you, Song Yi'an. In this life, you can only do odd jobs for me. It's just a pity that now you don't even have the life of doing odd jobs.

If you had been obedient and helped me make the plan, wouldn't you still have stayed here peacefully? "

Song Yian glanced at Ji Si, who was still talking to himself, and sat back down, ignoring her. Seeing the other party's attitude, Ji Si felt like he was jumping around like a clown.

But the opponent obviously didn't accept the move and hit the cotton with his fist. No sound was heard, but it made his mood worse.

"What do you mean? Are you mute?"

Song Yi'an really hated people buzzing in his ears. He silently bit his back teeth, raised his eyes to look at Ji Si, and said coldly:

"This is my own business. Who do you think you are to interfere in my business? Everyone knows it well, but they just keep it in mind. If you really piss me off, I will post it directly on the Internet.

In today's huge information network society, if others know that such a large company can use the back door, whether it is the supervisor or you, do you think Guanghua will still keep you? "

Ji Si seemed to be frightened by Song Yi'an's words. He quickly turned around and raised his red lips to sneer:

"Song Yi'an, are you really stupid at work? You? With a poor and ugly guy like you, do you think others will believe me or you?

So what if you post it online? As long as I spend a small amount of money, I can completely suppress this matter without causing any splash.

And your final outcome will definitely be to be kicked out of the company. "

Ji Si's face became even more proud as he spoke. Sometimes it's really helpless when facing a fool, Song Yi'an thought.

"The decision to expel the company is not simply up to you. The supervisor didn't even say anything, so why are you anxious?"

After Song Yi'an said this, he completely ignored Ji Si.

Ji Si didn't expect the other party to be so eloquent. She knew that she couldn't talk to the other party for the time being, so she had to keep her mouth shut. Yesterday, her uncle had clearly promised that she would teach this bitch a lesson.

Why didn't you quit the other party? It's so annoying to put it here.

While thinking this, he twisted his waist and knocked on the door of his uncle's office.

When he walked out again not long after, there was a very proud smile on his face, and even his eyes looking at Song Yi'an were filled with schadenfreude.

Song Yi'an ignored all the sights. After writing the plan, he went to the tea room and made a phone call.

It was the call from the orphanage. Since she started working, she has been saving money while paying some living expenses to the orphanage, where she was raised.

He has all the memories of his childhood, but the dean’s mother is getting old. She used to be able to barely support a group of children, but she can no longer do so.

However, the children have grown up and have jobs, but they all send some money to the dean every now and then.

It is an unspoken agreement among everyone, and it is also for the other younger brothers and sisters in the orphanage to have a better life.

Song Yian had no intention of ending this tradition. The director of the orphanage personally called him, even though the distance was thousands of miles away.

But when the woman's loving voice came through the microphone, Song Yi'an's subconscious became much softer, and the thorny appearance completely disappeared.

"Yes, mother dean, just accept it. The other sisters and brothers have distributed it and bought some delicious food for those children. My salary is not bad now. Oh, you don't have to worry about me. I eat, drink and sleep well now. "

It has to be said that after experiencing several worlds, Song Yi'an has become more and more skilled in dealing with elders, and he can make people happy with just a few words.

"Well, okay, okay, okay. I will come back to volunteer for a day on Saturday and buy them some food then. Oh, how can I spend money? I just planned to learn baking recently and let the children taste it for me. taste.

See if I have any talent? "

After Song Yi'an finished speaking, although there were other people in the tea room, no one disturbed each other, but one or two people still stretched their ears, hoping to hear something from it.

After all, no one doesn't like gossip, but it's a pity to let them down. There was an old woman on the other side of the microphone, who sounded like Song Yi'an's mother or another elder.

There was nothing good about it, so he didn't pay much attention. When Song Yi'an finished the phone call, it was already lunch time, so he took out the insulated lunch box from the bag he brought.

The colleague sitting at the desk next to her was about to order takeout, and was quite surprised to see her take out a familiar insulated lunch box.

"Hey, Yi'an, I saw you going to the cafeteria to eat yesterday. I thought you didn't bring any food."

Song Yi'an doesn't like socializing with strangers. Even though they are her colleagues, they don't usually talk much, only borrowing a data cable or doing a little favor for her.

He nodded silently, then picked up his lunch and went to the tea room to heat it up.

I found a corner alone, took off my mask, and slowly ate my lunch. When my colleagues saw this, they didn’t ask for boredom and started ordering takeout with great interest.

However, some people have been curious about what Song Yi'an looks like under the mask. They tried every method one by one. Song Yi'an seemed to be taciturn, but in fact he had a very tough temper. After trying it several times in a row without success, he naturally stopped thinking.

Song Yian was also happy and relaxed. Once people fall into working hours, time passes very quickly. Song Yian repeated yesterday's actions when he got off work again.

It's just that this time there was no Ji Si to stop her from leaving. Song Yang thought Antian didn't plan to ride a bicycle and took the subway directly downstairs from the company. However, during the evening rush hour, there were many people coming and going at the subway entrance.

Song Yian immediately flinched after taking one look, and quickly ran to the place where the yellow cars usually parked. With his strength, he swept the last one.

Maybe because he moved too fast, he almost didn't stop the car. Fortunately, he had good control, otherwise he would have hit a pedestrian passing by.

Song Yi'an nodded apologetically, and then planned to ride away, but the tall man became interested.

"Sorry, miss, although I haven't seen your face yet, based on my sense of smell, I think your height and figure are very good, and your leg shape is also very good. Maybe you want to try to be a model .”

The man was tall, not wearing a suit or anything, but in casual clothes, but he skillfully took out a business card from his sweater pocket.