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"For example, the relationship between me and Song Weiyi." Qiao Zhichu lifted her hair, "This job was indeed promised to me by Song Weiyi."

Several people were shocked; they didn't expect her to admit it directly.

"Besides..." Qiao Zhichu stretched out her voice, "As for whether they slept together or not, I can't tell you. Can you guys guess?"

“But I think, if this opportunity came, Song Weiyi’s bed would be right in front of you, and you would all crawl there faster than anyone else.”

Her words were ambiguous and full of sarcasm.

After Qiao Zhichu finished speaking, she looked around again: "Where is the dressing room? Can you point the way?"

Someone answered: "Turn left ahead and go straight."

"Thanks."

CEO's office.

Song Weiyi leaned back: "Did she really say that?"

"Yes." Liang Hui replied, "Mr. Song, these companies are privately discussing your affairs with Miss Qiao. Do you think you should suppress it?"

"Need not."

"But... this will have a negative impact on your reputation."

Song Weiyi raised his eyebrows: "Do you know the idiom that "the more you try to hide something, the more obvious it becomes"?

"I know, Mr. Song."

"The more we try to clarify, the more it will suit her wishes."

"Ruyi?" Liang Hui was shocked. "So, Miss Qiao did this on purpose?"

Song Weiyi played with the pen in his hand: "So far, there is nothing she can't do."

Others would try to hide such things if possible.

She was afraid that the whole company didn't know about it.

The name "Qiao Zhichu" should be known to everyone in the entire Si Group.

Qiao Zhichu changed into her uniform and stood at the front desk. Her colleagues were telling her what to pay attention to, what to do, the phone numbers of various departments, etc.

However, every employee who passed by the front desk would look at her curiously.

Some people looked at her secretly, some looked directly at her, and some people deliberately walked past the front desk just to see her.

She doesn't care, this is exactly the effect she wants.

"Qiao Zhichu, stay at your post. I'm going to the bathroom," said the colleague. "If you have any questions, send me a message."

"Okay, go ahead."

After everyone left, Qiao Zhichu took out the number list from the drawer, found the internal landline number of the president's office, picked up the receiver, and dialed it.

After a few rings, the call was connected.

The man's deep voice said, "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Song," Qiao Zhichu said, "It's me."

"I know."

She laughed softly and asked, "You said everything was fine last night, why did you change your mind today?"

"What has changed?"

"The secretary became the receptionist." Qiao Zhichu's fingers were wrapped around the coil of the microphone. "Boss Song has such a bad memory. It's true that noble people tend to forget things easily."

Song Weiyi replied: "I didn't explicitly say that I would give you the position of secretary."

"You..." She gritted her teeth, "But you didn't deny it!"

"Maybe you didn't behave well enough," Song Weiyi said in a low voice, "You want to take advantage of me, but you can't even kiss me."

"Why can't I do that? I was just... nervous!"

He asked back calmly, with a hint of frivolity: "Do you think, Qiao Zhichu, that I can't tell the difference between a first kiss and an experienced woman?"

Qiao Zhichu lost one third of her anger.

Song Weiyi added: "Since I took your first kiss, I opened the back door for you."

Qiao Zhichu's anger was reduced by one third.

She insisted, "Can you get away with it? Song Weiyi, now the whole company knows that we have a special relationship."