Rescue Little White Flower

Chapter 5: Rescue the little white flowers in the workplace (5)

The hotel bed is different from the bed Shen Qingwei has slept in in the past. It is soft like cotton, and soft like silk. On such a comfortable bed, she successfully slept through the alarm and slept until working hours.

"Ah-it's miserable, late, late."

When Shen Qingwei was sleeping, Zhao Xingyue had already arrived at the office, drinking coffee, observing Shen Qingwei's window, and hiding it out of the corner of her eye.

Seeing Shen Qingwei suddenly jumped up from the bed, she was bluffing, and the coffee in her mouth was so hanging that she didn't spray it out.

Really energetic.

I was almost caught by the unspoken rules yesterday, and today is like forgetting everything.

The moment she rushed to the bathroom and started to wash her mouth, Shen Qingwei's memory began to return.

Why is she panicking?

Anyway, she plans to quit her job, so what about being late? Can the manager still eat her?

She didn't tell Zhou Yongjia about sexual harassment in the workplace. She was kind enough to be late. What's to be afraid of?

Don’t be afraid, I’m going to resign when I go to the company today. If I resign, I’ll go back to find a diploma and go to Zhao’s for an interview!

Constantly persuading herself like this in her heart, Shen Qingwei looked at her glasses and speeded up brushing her teeth.

After all, it’s the last day. Although I have made up my mind to resign, I still have to leave a good impression on everyone. It’s not good to go too late.

It is estimated that she is about to go out after finishing packing. Zhao Xingyue picked up her mobile phone and called her driver: "I have a friend who will leave X International Hotel in about ten minutes. Go to the door and wait for her. Take a picture of me. I will send it to you later."

He hurriedly tied his hair into a ponytail behind his head, carrying her clothes and bag, and went to the front desk to leave the room. Shen Qingwei lowered her head and manipulated the phone, and started to locate her direction, ready to take a taxi.

Although the taxi from X International Hotel to Zhou's company costs at least 40 or 50 yuan, Shen Qingwei felt that her heart was bleeding when she saw the estimated price.

I hesitated for a long time on the carpool option, and finally moved to the word no carpool.

—Carpooling takes too much time.

"Didi—" A crisp horn sounded, and Shen Qingwei subconsciously raised her head, and a car she couldn't be more familiar with slowly stopped in front of her.

The driver’s door opened, and the driver in suit and leather walked out of the car. He walked around the front of the car, opened the door of the back seat, and said to Shen Qingwei: "You are Miss Shen, right? Mr. Zhao asked me to pick you up, you Just tell me where you want to go."

"Mr. Zhao, Zhao Xingyue?"

The driver did not deny that after she got in the car, she adjusted the position of the rearview mirror and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Zhou's Building, thank you."

"OK."

Until the body started, Shen Qingwei still had a sense of unreality like falling into a dream.

At this moment, the phone rang, and she hurriedly answered the phone, only to realize that it was the online car-hailing spot at the confirmed location.

After hurriedly saying sorry to the other party, hurriedly hung up the phone and cancelled the order, Shen Qingwei let out a long sigh.

As she fell backward, she turned her head and looked out the window. The scenery on both sides of the road continued to recede, and the wide seat behind her was soft and comfortable, which finally had a sense of reality.

How could there be such a gentle person as Zhao Xingyue in this world?

What Shen Qingwei didn't know was that Zhao Xingyue's gentleness was only given to her.

As Zhao Xingyue's former fiancé Zhou Yongjia got it, it was treated as cold as autumn leaves.

"How dare she, how dare—"

Wow —

The decorations and accessories on the mahogany desk were swept across the floor.

Several newspapers were scattered on the ground, revealing today's latest headlines.

The headlines of the newspapers are different, but one thing is similar-

Under the title, Zhou Yongjia only made thin-coded **** photos, one family is better than one family in high-definition.

It's not like a snapshot, it's like Zhou Yongjia deliberately put out a POSE and let them take news photos.

The secretary who brought the newspaper in stood in the corner, curled up into a quail, wishing to learn to be invisible immediately so that he could disappear from the sight of the boss.

Zhou Yongjia called on the phone all night last night, hoping to suppress this matter. I didn't expect that the group of people would be one by one, verbally, and slap him in the face today.

His eyes were red with anger, and his forehead was bruised, like an enraged beast.

Just as Zhou Yongjia was extremely angry, the phone he threw to the ground suddenly rang. Secretary Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the name on the memo, picked it up and handed it to Zhou Yongjia.

He didn't even look at it, slapped the phone out, and shouted angrily: "Go away, I'm not free—"

"Mr. Zhou," the secretary carefully considered his expression, and said carefully: "It's the chairman's phone number."

Zhou Yongjia looked at her viciously, and looked at her eyes as if she saw her own murdering father and enemy, "What are you still doing in a daze? I won't take it over!"

Zhou's chairman, Zhou Yongjia's father.

The phone call at this time is not a good thing.

But Zhou Yongjia still had to pick it up.

He suppressed his anger and pressed the answer button. Before he could speak, the person on the phone yelled at him.

Snapped-

The phone, which was dropped twice in a row without sacrifice, finally ended his life for the third time and fell to the ground torn apart.

Zhou Yongjia put his hands on the table, his face was almost dripping.

In this city of S, which rich man does not play with women, which man is not at home, the red flag will not fall, and the colorful flags are fluttering outside. This Zhao Xingyue, who has not married his Zhou family, has taken care of his private affairs first.

This kind of woman, this kind of woman, who would dare to marry her? !

It's a tigress.

Ding Dong—

The secretary's cell phone rang.

"Sorry, Mr. Zhou, I just forgot to turn off the mute." She hurriedly took out the phone and pressed the mute button. When she saw the message that popped up on the screen, Yu Guang glanced at Zhou Yongjia quietly.

Zhou Yongjia asked impatiently: "What?"

While looking at his expression, the secretary cautiously pushed his mobile phone in front of Zhou Yongjia.

"Yes... it's the notice of Mr. Zhao's dissolution of the marriage contract."

Snapped-

Zhou Yongjia didn't even take a closer look, grabbed the phone and threw it out.

The secretary's heart jumped, not caring about his mobile phone, but hoped that he would not vent his anger on him.

Angry to the extreme, Zhou Yongjia calmed down instead.

He sat down slowly and said to the secretary: "...Call me Shen Qingwei."

Shen Qingwei?

These three words circled in the secretary's mind, and finally pieced together a name on the personnel transfer table. After recalling Shen Qingwei's department, the secretary whispered: "Yes, I will go out and call her."

When the secretary arrived, Shen Qingwei didn't arrive at her seat for a while.

Without clocking in, she went straight into the office, took a seat in her seat, pushed the thick pile of work aside, turned on the computer and wrote a resignation letter.

As soon as he started, Zhou Yongjia's secretary came.

"Which is Shen Qingwei?"

Shen Qingwei raised her hand, "Me."

The secretary with a white shirt and black skirt, with a bulging figure pushed his own glasses, and the long and narrow Dan Fengyan under the lens scanned Shen Qingwei back and forth—

Shen Qingwei was wearing the clothes Zhao Xingyue asked her assistant to give her, a white shirt, a white pleated skirt, a pair of white socks and small white shoes, and her whole body was full of girlish air.

The secretary quickly concluded from the bottom of her heart that although she did not dress in accordance with the company's regulations, it was indeed Zhou Yongjia's favorite.

She said: "Zhou always wants you to go there."

Shen Qingwei: "I still have something to do. Can I get there later?"

Secretary: "Do the things that are in a hurry for others, and do the things that are not in a hurry. You can talk to me first."

Shen Qingwei glanced at and wrote the initial resignation letter, raised her hand to turn off the display, and said to the secretary: "...Then I will finish it later when I come back."

She left with the secretary's back on her front foot, and several colleagues who shared an office room with her immediately got together.

Someone asked: "Why do you say Mr. Zhou called Shen Qingwei over?"

"I guess it must be okay," someone gloated: "Did you read the news this morning? Mr. Zhou was out whoring and was caught by a reporter. Xiao Li just sent me a message saying that Secretary Liu took the newspaper in. After that, Mr. Zhou had a big temper in the office, and the sound of ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong voices were so clear that they were scared to go to the toilet one by one."

"I don't think so." A girl with delicate and light makeup, blowing on her nails, whispered: "Have you seen the clothes and shoes Shen Qingwei is wearing today?"

"What's wrong?"

"I've seen this brand in Zhao's shopping mall. The tops are less than 18, but the skirts are estimated to be 2,000 yuan, and the shoes are the cheapest, 800. Shen Qingwei is an intern who has only become a full-time trainee. And our company, isn’t it an explicit rule that you must wear formal clothes to work," she threw a suggestive look at the others onlookers, and said unclearly, "Do you understand?"

Someone exclaimed in a low voice, "You mean Shen Qingwei and Zhou always have a leg?"

The person who reported the price of Shen Qingwei's clothes and clothes glanced at her, "I didn't say such a thing, don't slander me. By the way, you look at this." She took out her mobile phone, and it was captured naked by Zhou Yongjia on her mobile phone.丨Photo, she zoomed in on the photo and motioned everyone to look at the woman lying next to her, "Who do you look like in this woman's figure?"

Shen Qingwei never imagined that she just went to Zhou Yongjia's office for a while, and her colleagues had already made up for the good show of her hugging her golden thigh.

After the secretary took her to the door of the president's office, she left alone.

Shen Qingwei stood at the door for a while. After seeing Zhou Yongjia who was furious yesterday, she said that she was not afraid at all in her heart, it must be fake.

Even if she had decided to resign, she was still afraid of seeing that terrible man.

What Zhao Xingyue said to her last night came to mind again.

"What are you afraid of in the end?"

Yeah, nothing terrible.

The people inside are not scourges.

The expression on Shen Qingwei's face became firm again. She raised her hand and knocked on the door of the president's office.

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