Cannon fodder who wears books is a goblin

Qi Shaoyang came out of the room when the first touch of white belly appeared in the sky.

The housekeeper was a little surprised, "Master, what's the matter today? Why did you get up so early? Is it because your head still hurts? Do you want to go to the hospital again today? Just take a day off and don't go to the company."

Qi Shaoyang didn't speak, and straightened his tie.

"You sit down first, I'll go to remind you for breakfast." The housekeeper walked towards Qi Shaoyang, but his face changed slightly when he approached.

He touched Qi Shaoyang's arm and became anxious instantly.

"Why are you so cold on your body? Is the heating temperature in the room too low?"

Qi Shaoyang waved his hand, "It's okay, I just sat by the window for a while, Uncle Chen, I'm going to the company first, I asked He Run to buy breakfast."

The butler Chen Bo wanted to say something more, but seeing Qi Shaoyang's appearance, he opened his mouth and then closed it, watching Qi Shaoyang get into the car and leave worriedly.

As soon as he got in the car, Qi Shaoyang called He Run.

He Run is probably on the way, and there is the voice of the car navigation on the other end of the phone, "Mr. Qi?"

Qi Shaoyang still has a sense of safety, and he frowned, "Don't make phone calls while driving, and go directly to my office when you get off the company, and bring all the information of the people you met in the hospital yesterday."

After that, I hung up the phone.

He Run on the phone recalled what he saw in the hospital yesterday. Wasn't that the young master of the Qin family?

But what the president wanted was definitely not the information of the young master of the Qin family, it was the driver who was hit.

He Run sighed that his CEO is really a rare entrepreneur with a conscience.

To be honest, yesterday's car accident happened strangely.

The president's car is overhauled every week, but just got the car yesterday, and the brake broke down in the afternoon.

He Run can think of this, how could the president not know.

The driver's information is easy to check. The whole family works for the Qin family. Yesterday, he suffered an unreasonable disaster. Looking at the red eyes of the young master of the Qin family, he knew that the Qin family would definitely not treat him badly.

He Run thought so, and raised his head to the door of the CEO's office.

"Enter."

He Run pushed open the door, and saw the obvious and glaring gauze on Qi Shaoyang's head at a glance.

"President, here are the documents."

Qi Shaoyang didn't respond.

He Run cleared his throat and turned up the volume.

"President, here are the documents you asked for."

Only then did Qi Shaoyang raise his head from the pile of documents, and said coldly, "That's not brought here."

He Run always felt that he heard a trace of expectation from the president's tone as usual.

He Run handed over the materials and stood aside.

As time passed for Qi Shaoyang to look through the documents, the president's office seemed to be getting colder and colder.

He Run rubbed his arms, "Mr. Qi, do you have anything else to say?"

With a "snap", the folders were closed together heavily.

Qi Shaoyang raised his head expressionlessly.

"Have."

"Please speak."

"Go to the finance department and tell them that you don't want this month's bonus."

"?????"

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In the training room of "Sultry Singing" contestants.

Yang Canxi pushed open the door and saw Lin Cen sitting alone in the corner, his head was turning little by little, as if he had fallen asleep.

On his left is the restored guitar, and on the right is the lute that made his last show so popular.

Yang Canxi rolled his eyes and sat down at the farthest position from Lin Cen.

His talent is not very good, for his dream, he can only work harder than anyone else.

Yang Canxi studied cello since she was a child, but now when people think of singers, they think of guitar, bass and ukulele, and classical music has declined.

In order to pursue a higher position, he gave up the niche violin and picked up the guitar that he once despised.

"You played two notes wrong."

The boy's voice is clear, even if he is not singing, just listening to such a voice will make people feel happy.

But Yang Canxi's hands were tight, and the piercing strings were particularly obvious in the empty practice room.

"It's up to you." Yang Canxi sneered, "The trending search is already on the top, why haven't I seen anyone rushing to sign you?"

Lin Cen suddenly realized.

"Is that you calling me?"

Yang Canxi choked, with an unnatural expression on his face, "I just want to remind you that a good singer should work hard to improve himself, instead of making such a mess."

"You also want to buy Hot Search, but you don't have the money and you don't have the access."

"You spitting blood!" Yang Canxi stood up abruptly, her chest heaving due to shortness of breath.

Lin Cen looked at him with his face in his hands, his eyes seemed to see through his soul.

"That's it."

Lin Cen didn't want to pay attention to the light words, but Yang Canxi seemed to be even angrier.

"Don't think you are great, what's the use of playing, can you sing, can you sing?!"

Lin Cen tilted his head, "Why do you think I can't sing?"

Yang Canxi snorted coldly, "Do you need to say that, you..."

Lin Cen interrupted him and smiled lightly.

"Because of you, what did you do?"