The president is always unhappy [Transmigration Book]

No matter how sad and angry, I still have to eat.

Song Yuanzhou bought some home-cooked side dishes in the supermarket downstairs, preparing to make his first meal in this world.By the way, I would like to invite the younger brother who has helped me on the opposite side.

When Hu Qi rang the doorbell, Song Yuanzhou had just served the last plate of sweet and sour pork ribs.The soup that had been simmering for a long time was still warm in the pot.

Song Yuanzhou took off his apron to open the door.

Hu Qi at the door blushed with shyness, completely frozen and weathered the moment the door opened and saw Song Yuanzhou.

Song Yuanzhou had no makeup when he was wearing women's clothing, and now he could see the familiarity between his eyebrows and eyes at a glance.

Hu Qi was in a bad mood, and asked with a hint of fantasy, "You...you, are you Miss Song's brother?"

Song Yuanzhou smiled at him in a friendly manner, with Hu Qi's familiar and sweet dimples showing at the corner of his mouth, and two crescent moons curved up in his beautiful eyes, "I'm Song Yuanzhou."

Song Yuanzhou took a step back: "Come in first."

Song Yuanzhou, who turned around and walked to the room, did not hear Hu Qi, who was stunned in place, with a "cross-la-la" sound, and the sound of his heart falling to the ground and breaking.

Hu Qi's left hand held the position of his heart...Caught him off guard, he fell out of love...

Song Yuanzhou walked inside and turned his face suspiciously, "Why don't you come in?"

Hu Qi took a deep breath at the door.

Song Yuanzhou's room was not big, so he added a simple table and placed two small plastic stools in the gap between the desk and the kitchen.

Hu Qi was arranged to sit on the stool near the desk.

When Hu Qi sat down, he glanced at the computer inadvertently, and saw the search page left by Song Yuanzhou on the screen——

[How to be a good anchor? ]

[100 Notes for Anchor. ]

[The anchor adjusts the atmosphere two or three things. ]

……

Hu Qi's eyes lit up, he completely forgot about his "broken love" just now, and asked him with interest, "Song Xiao...Mr., are you going to be an anchor?"

Song Yuanzhou brought him a bowl, poured out a big bowl of soup from the pot, put it in the bowl and brought it over, "Just call me by name."

"Okay, Yuanzhou?" Hu Qi took the bowl and chopsticks, and secretly raised his eyes to look at Song Yuanzhou, and found that he was not angry because he called "Yuanzhou" too intimately.

Song Yuanzhou also sat down and filled a bowl for himself, and answered his question by the way, "Well, I'm still studying."

Hu Qi was eager to try, biting his chopsticks, his eyes sparkling, "Ask me, ask me... I am also an anchor, and I have been doing it for... for many years. Although this aspect is not particularly good, it is good to teach a newcomer Surely more than enough."

Song Yuanzhou didn't expect that he was just paying back favors and establishing good neighbor relations, and there were unexpected surprises in this move.

Hu Qi was afraid that Song Yuanzhou would not believe him, so he turned on his mobile phone and called up his anchor background, "Look, the anchor background of Station Q, Mr. Butterfly, is me."

If Song Yuanzhou has the memory of "Song Yuanzhou" in this world, then he must know the name of Mister Butterfly. He has more than 500 million fans on the Q station, and he can earn nearly a million dollars a month just by receiving gifts.

It can be regarded as a character at the Q station's purple level.

It's a pity that Song Yuanzhou knows nothing about this world.

But it didn't prevent him from seeing Mr. Butterfly, the countless zeros he received nearly dazzled his eyes.

Song Yuanzhou silently recalled his background income.

His annual income = other people's monthly income.

He really is a scumbag.

Such a great god taught himself a novice, which is too talented and useless.

Hu Qi took a bite of the ribs, squinted his eyes and let out an admiration of enjoyment, "I'm going, this is too delicious, Yuan Zhou, have you learned it before? Woohoo, it's so touching, since I'm alone After coming out to rent a house, I have never eaten such delicious home-cooked food again."

In order to repay the kindness of this meal, Hu Qi spat out the bones in his mouth and shook his phone, "Yuanzhou, what's your name on the top? Let's pay attention to each other. I usually take you with me when I live broadcast, and I will give you a raise." popular."

Song Yuanzhou hesitated for a moment. He was not ashamed of his own data, but his "previous" live broadcast content.

Sitting facing each other now, he is dressed in decent men's clothes and looks like a dog.

It turned out that she was a well-known house dance goddess on the Internet.

Your taste, your fine taste!

Song Yuanzhou felt ashamed as if he had taken off his clothes and stood in front of the public.

Song Yuanzhou couldn't be too obvious to show his kindness, and smiled and shied away, "Then how dare you let a king bring me a bronze?"

Song Yuanzhou thought that the other party could understand his deep meaning, so he did not mention this matter.

Who knew that Hu Qi didn't play cards according to common sense at all, instead, he approached his gentle and delicate face, smiling embarrassedly, "It's okay, it's okay, well, if you really feel embarrassed, hehe, let I have a meal every now and then."

Song Yuanzhou gritted his teeth, and finally, after Hu Qi saw his name, he followed each other with a terrified expression.

***

"President...President?" Qian Tezhu stood beside him holding the document in his hand, facing the president's distraction, and stood calmly.

Thinking back to the first time the president was distracted by work, Tezhu Qian was still a little flustered, and kept asking the president if he was too tired or sick these days.

But after a week, after encountering such a thing for the 1001st time, he has become accustomed to seeing it, even very buddhist.

Dutifully cosplaying an emotionless repeating machine, who knows how many times the president suddenly came back to his senses, and then heard his own report?

As a personal special assistant for so many years, there is no one who knows Jiang Che better than him.

How can this be sick?

Now autumn leaves are withered and yellow, the cold wind is howling, and winter is coming. Will spring be far behind?

But Qian Tezhu still wants to be a confidant big sister for a while: "President, I see that you are out of your mind these days, do you... have something on your mind?"

Jiang Che snorted, "Are you busy too?"

Qian Tezhu shook his head,

But why use "also"?

Qian Tezhu glanced at his face, and tried his best to persuade him, "Boss, I've been with you for so long, if you have anything on your mind, you can tell me."

Jiang Che lifted the lid of his left eye and gave him a cold look, and Qian Tezhu immediately stood up straight and clamped his legs tightly.

Jiang Che was amused by his series of reactions, and finally opened his mouth, "Can you speak?"

Qian Tezhu closed his mouth and made a zip gesture on his mouth: "I promise to solve your worries and keep my mouth shut."

Jiang Che also wanted to hear other people's opinions, but he was not good at expressing his emotions, so he spoke for a long time with his eyes downcast, and Qian Tezhu didn't wait for the next sentence.

Qian Tezhu had no choice but to support himself: "Boss, you don't need to say it, I can guess it, do you miss the boss' wife?"

Jiang Che frowned, unscrewed the cap of the pen in his hand and put it in again, repeated several times, his face was full of doubts, "Why would you think?"

He never thought that he had the complex of a young child, nor did he have the idea of ​​guarding himself like a jade for one person.He won't mess around, but he won't stop coming either.

But after that day, he did think of those affectionate eyes and the crimson corners of that night over and over again.

Qian Tezhu hummed a few times in his heart: "What else could it be, because I like it!"

Jiang Che frowned even tighter, his lips were drawn into a line, and he shook his head, "I don't believe in love at first sight."

Qian Tezhu turned his back, made a grimace and complained silently:?It's all like this, and you still don't believe in love at first sight, how about lying to ghosts?

But when he turned his face back, there was a smile on his face, and he couldn't see at all that he had made a funny face just now and had the audacity to complain about his boss, "Then what are you thinking about when you are distracted?"

Jiang Che was thoughtful but did not speak.

Special Assistant Qian: "Do you think of her when you don't see her, think about her when you look at everything, and think about her every time you look at it? You even think about not being able to sleep at night?"

Jiang Che raised his pitch-black eyes, the pupils were deep, and there seemed to be an infinite black hole inside, which could completely swallow people into it.

Special assistant Qian swallowed in fear.

Jiang Che said in a deep voice, "I miss her."

There were three huge question marks on Qian Tezhu's head: "You don't like her, but you miss her?"

Jiang Che nodded.

Qian Tezhu understood: "I see, you want to say that you are not the one who likes her, but just greedy for her body?"

Special Assistant Qian smiled meaningfully: "This is not easy? I have a way to prove it."

An hour later, Jiang Che was brought to a very famous pub.

Special assistant Qian is the VIP here, and has a special luxury box.

Of course, he didn't come here for that kind of improper pastime. In fact, this pub is a place for rich people to release their stress. Each box is equipped with professional sandbags, breakable glassware, and karaoke equipment... The sound insulation facilities between the two boxes are complete, and there is no problem with yelling and shouting here.

Of course, Special Assistant Qian didn't bring Jiang Che here to let him vent his emotions and smash things. It's just that what he will do later must have an independent environment, which is obviously not suitable for him to do in the company.

Jiang Che was mysteriously placed on the sofa by him, and as he sat down, four girls with thin waists and long thighs came in at the door.

Qian Tezhu had met the boss's wife, and the appearance or temperament type of the few he was looking for was close to her, and they were even better than blue. At least each of them had what the boss's wife didn't have - charming career line and plump twin peaks.

When they stood still, Special Assistant Qian introduced with a smile: "Boss, I found this specially, and all of them are as pure as pure water."

Jiang Che stood up from the sofa with a cold face, the sharp knives in his eyes seemed to nail him to a stake a hundred meters away: "Do you know what you are doing?"

"Boss, listen to me first, do these few appeal to you?"

Jiang Che kept silent with a dark face.

Special Assistant Qian: "There are so many types, so there isn't one?"

Special Assistant Qian pointed at each of them: "Look at this, it's pure and sweet."

Jiang Che's voice was cold: "Too pretentious."

Special Assistant Qian: "What about this, it's alluring and charming."

Jiang Che: "The makeup is too heavy."

Special Assistant Qian: "Gentle temperament hangs."

Jiang Che: "Too fake."

……

Special Assistant Qian motioned for the little girls to leave, pretending to have a headache and said, "This is all looking for the type of wife, why can't you do it?"

Hmph, I knew I didn't like any of them!

Jiang Che: "No."

Special Assistant Qian: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Che has calmed down now.

Leaning on the sofa, with her long legs stretched out on the glass coffee table in front of her, she appeared to be in a lazy state of watching a movie, her voice was faint.

"Gender is wrong."

When he raised his head, he really saw his capable assistant, who had a winning face, with a stiff smile on his face.

It took him a long time to hold back a single word: "Grass!"