After Online Dating to Your Immediate Boss

The next two bosses pushed very smoothly, the ghost witch's milk was accurate and steady, and the teammates hardly lost blood.

After the system rewards were distributed, May Junhaomeng quit the team immediately, even the dearest brother Qingxi stopped calling.

Qiu Ning took out his mobile phone, and opened the screenshot that he had carefully saved before. It was a WeChat account consisting of a string of letters.

He carefully typed in one word at a time, then clicked search.

Results came out quickly.

The other party's avatar is a certain piece of star sea in the universe, vast and vast, and his nickname only has the word Jin.

Qiu Ning couldn't help laughing, like Xing Jin's temper.

He clicked add to address book.

[You have added Jin, now you can start chatting. 】

Qiu Ning sat up straight, hesitated for a while, and sent an emoji.

QN: [Cats are cute.jpg]

QN: I am Qiu Ning.

The dynamic above the head changed to "typing", and the phone vibrated slightly after a while.

Jin: I see.

Qiu Ning filled in the remarks when applying.

Because of work, Qiu Ning's personality can be considered talkative, but after seeing these three words, he didn't know what to say for a while.

QN: Tomorrow the game will be updated, and there will be new fashions. Have you read the announcement on the official website?

The other party didn't reply immediately, Qiu Ning looked at the sea of ​​stars and clicked in.

Xingjin's group of friends is very clean, so clean that there is nothing there, even the personal signature is empty, and the field of the region is written as an address in a foreign country, and it seems to be filled in casually.

Pretty good, Qiu Ning thought.

Now that the Internet is too complicated, girls should carefully protect their privacy like this.

After Bi Yujin received several pictures of Qingxi, she forwarded them to her friend, and asked him to check carefully the IP address marked in red.

The phone would ring every few moments, and he would switch back to the main page after chatting with his friends. There were already many messages, including Qingxi's and Qiuning's.

He opened Qiu Ning's dialog box, fashion?

Jin: Didn't see the update.

QN: It’s rare to love Cheng Nan for modeling this time. Dumplings have been prepared in three colors. How about you, do you want to buy it?

Bi Yujin sneered, what's so interesting about fashion.

He typed: "Not interested..."

QN: Youleguo and Lv Huatao just said in the gang that they want to buy red. Girls really like these.

Bi Yujin frowned, read the passage twice, and then cleared the unsent content.

Jin: I didn't have time to watch it.

QN: Haha, look at my [picture] X3

QN: This time the girl is wearing a knee-length skirt. I'm not sure which color it is, so please give me a reference from your girls' perspective?

In the moving picture, the girl is wearing a new fashion, and the skirt curves beautifully with the movement, which is playful and cute.

Looking at the introduction marked in small print next to it, Bi Yujin frowned even deeper.

What is the difference between maple leaf red, mint green and silver, and the modeling is not the same?

After a long while, he gave a reply.

Jin: They all look good.

QN: [Picture] X3, what about the hairstyle?Which color to match?Black, white or red?

Bi Yujin: ...

White can still be understood, but why is there red in ancient games?Have you become obsessed with practicing?

Garbage game, sooner or later it will end!

There is an additional message prompt in the upper left corner of WeChat.

Qingxi Jidu: ​​Add to the guild group so that you can receive event notifications.

Bi Yujin didn't like to join groups, and there were not even many work groups. He was the boss, and his subordinates didn't dare to force him.

But now, there has never been a moment when he felt that the news of joining the group was so cute.

Jin: Qingxi asked us to join the gang, shall we go?

QN: Okay, you go in and pull me.

After successfully changing the topic, Bi Yujin rubbed the center of her brows. He finally understood why his father looked tired every time he came back from shopping with his mother.

Qingfeng moved quickly a few times, pulling people into the group in two or three strokes.

The group is very lively, and everyone welcomes the newcomers.

Qiu Ning chatted with everyone politely.

Xing Jin didn't come out to speak, so everyone didn't find it strange.

After interacting with the people in the group, it was almost twelve o'clock, and Qiu Ning felt a little sleepy.

He looked at the newly added friends on the interface with a smile on his lips.

QN: It's getting late, I'm going to bed.

QN: [Maomao good night.jpg]

Thinking that the other party would not reply, Qiu Ning was about to put down the phone when it vibrated.

Jin: Well, good night.

Qiu Ning was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously replied: Haven't slept yet?

Jin: No, my colleague sent a few urgent documents, and I went to sleep after processing them.

This news made Qiu Ning finally feel that he and Xing Jin were connected in the third dimension.

QN: Then don't stay up too late, it's not good for your skin.

After sending it out, I felt that this article was a bit preachy, so Qiu Ning sent a sentence: drink more hot water.

Bi Yujin just ground fresh coffee with a strong aroma. The beans were brought back from Cuba by a friend.

He picked up his phone and laughed when he saw the new news.

The coffee was put back, and Bi Yujin took the warm water from a clean cup again.

Jin: Hmm.

At this point in the topic, there is really nothing to say, Qiu Ning can only say good night again.

This year's dog days are longer than in previous years. Because of the geographical location, the temperature in Jingjiang is higher than other places. Standing in the hot sun is more uncomfortable than pancakes on the roadside.

Song Guocai was wearing a tight suit and stood in the shade of Ximen Square. Even though the coolness of the air conditioner was blowing out at the door, he was still sweating.

"It's true that the first rank of the official ranks crushes people to death." He took out his handkerchief and wiped his sweat, then turned to look at the young man next to him: "How long will President Pei arrive?"

Qiu Ning glanced at the phone, "His assistant just sent a message, there are still 10 minutes."

Song Guocai choked, and there seemed to be impatience in his eyes but he didn't dare to show it: "That's what he said half an hour ago."

Qiu Ning hummed in a calm tone.

He is also wearing a well-fitting suit and a neat tie today, his hair is combed meticulously, he is a bit more mature than usual, his eyes are bigger than ordinary boys, his nose bridge is straight and the wings are small, he looks very young His face blended perfectly with the clothes on his body, and a few scattered girls couldn't help but take a second look when they passed by.

Today they saw that the client had a lot of face, and there was no mistake in his appearance. Qiu Ning even made a special trip to go downstairs to the barber shop half an hour earlier to have his hair done.

Song Guocai looked at it twice, thinking that it was brought out by his subordinates, he couldn't help being a little proud.

"What's wrong with you, you're so depressed?"

Last night, Qiu Ning took the fun but dumplings and eucalyptus brushing materials until twelve o'clock.

Xingjin's equipment is good, but it's a pity that the strengthening materials are not enough, and the drop rate of some of them is so low that they can't be bought in trading houses, so he just brought someone to brush them himself.

"It's nothing," Qiu Ning resisted the urge to yawn, "It's too hot, I can't sleep well."

"This Li Yan is really ruthless, throwing difficult things to us to learn," Song Guocai sighed, "Why can't girls be gentle?"

Qiu Ning said quietly: "So he is the marketing manager of the headquarters, and you are just the district manager."

Song Guocai immediately widened his eyes: "You brat..."

Halfway through the words, he swallowed again, staring at the luxury car driving in the distance: "Is it this one?"

Qiu Ning looked down at the license plate and stood up straight: "Yes."

"It's finally here..."

The two of them have been standing here abruptly for almost an hour, waiting for one after another for 10 minutes. If I knew the other party was so procrastinating, I should have sat in the coffee shop next door for a while.

The car stopped at the door, and the driver wearing white gloves got out of the car, took out a black umbrella to prop it up, and opened the rear door.

A fat middle-aged man got out of the car, his suit was wide open, the watch and gold ring on his hand glistened under the scorching sun, almost blinding Qiu Ning and Song Guocai's eyes.

The driver hurriedly handed over the black parasol. Although most of the other party's body was still under the sun, he had to put on a good show.

But the two of them have worked in the marketing department for so many years, and they haven't seen any customers. Song Guocai's face remained unchanged, and he took a step forward: "Mr. Pei, we are from MR Group, and we have contacted you. My name is Song Guocai."

"Yeah." Boss Pei glanced at him, and then a pair of inverted triangular eyes passed him.

Qiu Ning stood not far away, his suit showed broad shoulders and narrow waist, and he stood straight with long legs. He didn't say anything, and his figure alone attracted attention.

He stepped forward and put on a professional smile: "Hi, I'm Qiu Ning from MR Group."

Boss Pei narrowed his eyes, the light in his eyes made people feel uncomfortable, and he stretched out his hand: "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Qiu Ning shook hands with him, but he didn't twitch when he pulled it back. The other party held his hand tightly and didn't let go, and even squeezed it very impolitely.

Qiu Ning frowned for a moment, but quickly let go.

Song Guocai's forehead had a twitch of veins. He happened to be standing next to Qiu Ning's other hand, and then he was lightly patted on the back.

Qiu Ning withdrew his hand with some strength, the skin on his right hand was red, and he made a "please" gesture, "We have already booked a private room, why don't we go in and discuss the cooperation in detail?"

"Hahaha, talk, talk." Boss Pei smiled inexplicably twice: "Talk to you."

A group of people took the elevator to their destination. Qiu Ning pressed the elevator switch for everyone. When he got out, he was already far behind the crowd.

He followed unhurriedly, always keeping a long distance.

Boss Pei's fat body paused in front of him, and the crowd stopped.

He turned around and said to the rear: "Xiao Qiu, come here, I have something to tell you."

Enduring the discomfort, Qiu Ning came to Mr. Pei's side, the smile on his mouth had faded: "Say it."

Mr. Pei frowned dissatisfiedly: "Why are you standing so far away, come here."

"I can hear you." Qiu Ning didn't move at all, and his tone was neither humble nor overbearing, "We are all our own people, there is nothing we can't say, you can rest assured."

Although there were all his own people around, but after all, he was in front of the public, Boss Pei endured and endured, snorted, gave Qiu Ning another look, and stepped forward.

Song Guocai took a deep breath, and whispered to Qiu Ning after the person walked away: "Let me come when we talk later, stay away from this old pervert."

"It's okay." Qiu Ning patted him on the shoulder reassuringly: "Soldiers come to cover up the water and soil, and I, a big man, can be afraid of suffering from him?"

Mr. Pei likes to drink tea, so Song Guocai booked the private room in a high-end teahouse, and there are tea masters making tea for several people.

After entering, President Pei didn't keep anyone, even the secretary and assistant withdrew, and finally fixed his eyes on Song Guocai.

"Manager Song," Mr. Pei leaned on the nanmu chair, his eyes gleamed with an unknown light, "You have worked hard, I asked the secretary to make an appointment for a foot massage for you, why don't you go and have a rest?"

"Thank you Boss Pei for your kindness, but you are working now, enjoy it after get off work." Song Guocai laughed, looking like he would never leave, and took out the information from his bag: "Why don't we start talking now? "

Boss Pei frowned. After all, the other party was sent by the MR headquarters. Even though he was dissatisfied, he couldn't save face. He pointed, "Xiaoqiu, tell me."

Qiu Ning took out the backup and said in a business-like tone, "We have made three plans for you to choose from this large-scale publicity event with Ximen Square. The first one..."

"I can't hear you." Boss Pei raised his chin, and his eyes wandered presumptuously on him: "Come here and talk."

Song Guocai's face darkened completely, and he even wanted to drag Qiu Ning away on the spot.

Qiu Ning stared fixedly, stood up, even the smile disappeared from his face, and the anger of getting up without enough sleep exploded at this moment.

With that expression, Song Guocai thought he was going to fight with someone.

However, Qiu Ning only said "wait a moment" and went out, leaving the two middle-aged men in the room staring.

A few minutes later, the man came back with something blue and white in his hand.

Song Guocai saw it and almost fainted.

What Qiu Ning held in his hand was no stranger to it, it was a must-have for every roadside vendor in the streets and alleys - a handheld megaphone!

This fucking!

Why is this kid still doing this? ! !

Mr. Pei frowned when he saw the things in his hand, but he still didn't react: "You..."

Qiu Ning pressed the switch, and the horn slapped him in the face, full of air:

"Boss Pei, can you hear me clearly now?"

understand?

Are you clear?

Yet?

?

The echo lingered in the private room for a long time.

Vibrate!deaf!hair!deaf!

……

At the other end of the restaurant, the assistant was reporting to Bi Yujin.

"We expect the new mobile phone to be launched at the end of the month. The spokesperson is the new actress Luo Shan. This is the quotation given by their studio..."

——"Boss Pei, can you hear me clearly now?"

The sudden sound of the trumpet startled the assistant, his heart even stopped beating for a moment, and the words were cut off abruptly in the middle of the speech.

And the culprit's hoarse yet kind, friendly yet enthusiastic voice...

It's the same speaker as the owner of the fruit stand downstairs, that's right!

The assistant was dumbfounded, and his soul went out of his body.

No, how could a high-end teahouse have such a thing? !

He subconsciously looked at the boss.

Boss Bi was staring at the source of the sound, his usually indifferent face became even more indifferent.