Qingqiu [Transmigration Book]

Mu Qingqiu woke up from the cold in the middle of the night.

With a quick start, he realized that he had fallen asleep while leaning against the toilet.

Mu Qingqiu supported the sink and stood up, his legs were a little numb.

"It's really embarrassing." Mu Qingqiu said to himself, and pressed the flush button.

"Yu, you don't remind me." Mu Qingqiu thought.

But he didn't wait for the familiar mechanical boy, "Your system is going to a meeting at this time, and it is temporarily absent. I am very sorry for the inconvenience. Sorry..."

Mu Qingqiu: ...

After tidying up for nearly an hour, Mu Qingqiu changed into his pajamas, and it was already 03:30 in the morning.

After setting off the alarm and charging the phone, Mu Qingqiu fell asleep.

When I woke up in the morning, I still had a headache.

This is presumably the result of a hangover.

Mu Qingqiu was worried that he would be called out for dinner at night, so when he was shopping for lunch, he bought an extra rice ball.

Sure enough, Mu Qingqiu was called to dinner again at night.

Fortunately, before going to the restaurant, Mu Qingqiu ate rice balls in the taxi to fill his stomach.After the dinner, Mu Qingqiu was still conscious, returned to the apartment and still had the energy to organize the recordings of the past two days.

Seeing that it is coming to November, the agreed audit day is getting closer and closer.

Mu Qingqiu had a lot of drinking games, and he didn't get home until after ten o'clock every day.

Working overtime with the department on Saturday, Mu Qingqiu felt that it was not an option to go on like this. During the 5-day dinner, the department's customer relationship had been heard a lot, but there was no strong evidence yet.

Fortunately, work is finally doing some practical work. The system is not available these days. If it is too boring, Mu Qingqiu will not even have someone to talk to.

While thinking, he went to the pantry and made a cup of coffee.

"...That's not true. Haha. Ma'am, don't worry, now that kid Mu Qingqiu is working like a cow and a horse under my hands, and I will never dare to go west if I ask him to go east. Maybe I will ask him to kowtow and call my father, but he won't dare Squeak... No, I didn't see anything. I guess he is the same as his bitch mother, hahaha... eh... don't worry..."

The plastic insulation sleeve on the porcelain cup was scratched three times by Mu Qingqiu.

Ghosts will call you father, next month I will let you call me grandpa!

The phone seemed to be hung up over there, but Wan Jianwen's thoughts could still be heard: "Oh, Mrs. Shen, I'm sorry. Your mother told me to pass the test almost, so she won me over. After all, I'm still a talent. .Mu Qingqiu also hates the Bai family in his bones. He hates Bai Yangyue and wants to bring down Bai Yu. This is something everyone knew before he left Voco."

Mu Qingqiu's hand that was about to pick up the boiling water stopped.

That is to say, Wan Jianwen didn't know that the original body had already investigated and found out that Shen Fan killed his mother, and he just vented his anger on his father?

That's it!

"Qiu, I'm back."

Yu suddenly appeared, feeling Mu Qingqiu's joy, and asked again: "Is there a breakthrough?"

"Yes. Wan Jianwen actually wanted to win me over."

"That's good. It seems to work." Yu said.

"Yeah. I just heard that Wan Jianwen is going to take me to meet a very important client." Mu Qingqiu thought in his heart that the dinners of the past few days were not in vain.

Although there were constant drinking sessions, Mu Qingqiu had indeed gained the trust of Wan Jianwen in the past two weeks.The original lonely office at the end of the corridor has now been shared with Rui Zhi.

Last Sunday, I played golf and sang with my client, and I didn't get any useful information, but she was also an important client. Mu Qingqiu saw the hope of getting in touch with the core of the sales department.

Kungfu does not obey those who have a heart.

On the sixth day of November, Mu Qingqiu finally got a key piece of information during the dinner conversation.

After Mu Qingqiu drank a bottle of Jiannanchun on an empty stomach and two cups of German imported dark beer, he finally heard Wan Jianwen say to the general manager of Chunming's intermediary sales company: "It's the end of the year, and the last KPI is close. Those European-style villas in the northern suburbs (ye ) I will put it in your place first, I have already greeted Xiaoqian from the finance department."

"Eh...Okay. Don't worry. It's still the same as last year, isn't it?"

"Hmm. Come on, Xiao Mu, toast Mr. Wang." Wan Jianwen greeted with a smile.

"Hey, no need. Next year's sales agent, I have to rely on your company!" Wang Xianfeng dared not say it, but he still picked up the wine glass and took the red wine poured by Wan Jianwen.

"That's out of the question. Business people pay attention to mutual benefits. Come on, Mr. Wang, I will toast you on behalf of Minister Wan. I'll do it first!" After Mu Qingqiu finished speaking, he raised his neck and filled the goblet with two-thirds of the red wine. Swallow it all.

Wang Xianfeng also followed suit.

It seemed like a final word.

Wan Jianwen nodded invisibly when he saw that both parties were red-hot, as if they had signed a contract.

Mu Qingqiu was not in the mood to taste this bottle of Bordeaux 86 dry red at all, his heart was full of disgust for his greasy words.

Heyuan City in early November was already surrounded by late autumn.

Under the dim street lights outside the hotel, Mu Qingqiu called a taxi for Chunming's manager secretary, and sent Wan Jianwen and the others to the taxi one by one.

There are only a few sparse yellow leaves left on the sycamore tree, swaying under the clear light.

it is finally over.

Mu Qingqiu looked at the affirmative answer just received from Jin Wanyin's lawyer and sighed.

The last tense nerve was also relaxed.

The autumn wind blowing from the northwest brought down two dry and wrinkled triangular leaves.

The leaves of the sycamore tree were curled with chill, and they floated past Mu Qingqiu's eyes alternately.Wearing a thin windbreaker, Mu Qingqiu couldn't help shivering.Immediately afterwards, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach as if someone had twisted it like a towel.

Mu Qingqiu squatted down, but the curled body did not relieve the twisted pain.

People came out of the revolving door one after another behind him.

"Mr. Xu, I'll ask Xiao Liu to take you to the hotel."

"Don't bother. The hotel is very close to here, so I went back after a stroll alone."

"Okay, then I won't force it. You said that you have also become the chairman, why don't you even deserve an assistant?"

"I'm used to dealing with it alone. Maybe I'm not busy yet. Haha. I'll go find you to sign the contract tomorrow morning."

"Okay, I'll ask Xiao Liu to pick you up at nine o'clock."

Mu Qingqiu heard the conversation behind him, endured the pain and stood up, ready to raise his hand to take a taxi.

What does it look like to squat outside and be seen by others.

Go home and find a hot water bottle to cover it.

It must have been caught by the wind, Mu Qingqiu thought.

He stopped a taxi, but the car was blocked by a black car that hadn't stopped in front of him.He had to stand up and walk a few steps forward.

At this time, the palms and neck were sweaty, and the wind blew, making it even colder.

With a distance of less than 20 meters, Mu Qingqiu seemed to have walked three thousand kilometers, as far away as an explorer in the Sahara desert chasing the oasis in front of him, and he couldn't reach the mirage in front of him no matter what.

Every time he took a step, Mu Qingqiu's stomach twitched, pulling his nerves and connecting tightly.

It's so fucking painful.

Mu Qingqiu couldn't help scolding his mother in his heart.

I don't know if it's because of the pain, or because I haven't had a good rest in the past few days, and I just stood up and caused hypoglycemia.

Mu Qingqiu's vision is a little dark at the moment, but he just has a general sense of direction.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sharp pain on his forehead, and his vision was completely dark.

Mu Qingqiu realized in a daze that he had fallen, but it was as if his body was no longer controlled by consciousness after falling from the 48th floor.Fear surged into my heart again, swallowing up my relaxed mind like a scourge.

Suddenly, a light ebony fragrance enveloped Mu Qingqiu, calm and elegant, like a modest gentleman standing in a bamboo forest, with a wide robe and wide sleeves, holding a red sandalwood flute horizontally, playing slowly and gently, with the breeze blowing, accompanied by the shadows of leaves. whirling.

A familiar voice came from my ears, anxiously saying, "Go to the hospital immediately!"

When Mu Qingqiu woke up again, there were a lot of people around him.

Mu Qingqiu knew he was in the hospital again when he smelled the familiar smell of disinfectant.

In the two months since I traveled through the book, I have been to the hospital twice, which is more than the number of times I have been to the previous year.

Surprisingly, the first face that came into view was the male protagonist: "Qingqiu, are you awake? Does your stomach still hurt? Would you like some water?"

What was even more unexpected was that a familiar figure handed over the water glass: "The water temperature is just right, I tried it."

Mu Qingqiu:? ! ?Xu Zhixian?

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