Ginger Flower

After finishing, they both lay on the bed. Cong Shen didn't ask Jiang Hua why he came or when he would leave. He just hugged Jiang Hua tightly, preferably embedded in his bones.

No one is born to live for others, so no one does anything for free.need to be paid.Jiang Hua interprets love with all her energy, so Cong Shen repays her love.

This is Jiang Hua's thought. Only when he loves Cong Shen more, will he try to love himself.When I dream back at midnight, I can think about the importance of Jiang Hua.

Cong Shen obviously doesn't have as many unfounded conclusions as Jiang Hua, he only knows that he likes it when the two live together sticky, without any third party intervening, and without worldly pressure.

"I originally took half a month's leave." Jiang Hua said, "But I want to go back tomorrow."

Cong Shen was taken aback, and asked, "Why?"

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid that I can't help but bring you back to City S when I see you working hard, I'm afraid that I will do things you don't want me to do, I'm afraid that you are working hard, and I stay where I am. I also want to... try to be chased by you once."

Cong Shen laughed softly, looked away from Jiang Hua's eyes, reflected his own face, and said, "I love you."

Jiang Hua's eyes flickered slightly, biting her lower lip, tears streaming down her face to her ears.

"Big man, why are you still crying like a little girl?"

"I'm fucking happy!"

"All right, all right, you are my ancestor, you can do whatever you say."

"Cong Shen... you have to come back quickly."

Cong Shen wiped away Jiang Hua's tears, hugged him tightly and said, "If you don't come back within a year, it will be your grandson."

The next day Jiang Hua left early in the morning, and Cong Shen was still sleeping on the bed, his smooth back was as slippery as a bluestone slab.

Jiang Hua didn't miss it, and went out with her luggage. The autumn sun was very comfortable and warm.

The journey home is easier than it was when we came.

After getting off the plane with the suitcase, Jiang Hua got into a taxi and went straight to the company.

"Manager Jiang? Aren't you on vacation?" Sister Qiu walked to the elevator door and looked at Jiang Hua in front of her. The sweater was ripped into shape, and there were obviously many pink marks on her neck, as if she was still awake during the Spring Festival yesterday.

Jiang Hua hummed, handed the suitcase to Sister Qiu and said, "The vacation is sold out, and I'm back to work early. Have you done the tasks assigned to you yesterday? Where's the proposal?"

Sister Qiu complained secretly, you don't have to come back so early.

"The planning book has been prepared, but it hasn't been printed yet. I will discuss a new round of product promotion with the people in the advertising department soon."

Jiang Hua nodded and said, "Print out the plan and give it to me."

Sister Qiu carried Jiang Hua's suitcase to the office, while Jiang Hua leaned against the stair compartment to smoke a cigarette, then wandered to the marketing department to have a look.

Everyone didn't know that Jiang Hua was back, and most of them were still working hard.A handful of people are already wandering Angry Birds.

Jiang Hua was smoking a cigarette, her leather boots stepped on the carpet without the slightest sound, and walked behind the player playing the game step by step.

The people around all exclaimed when they saw Jiang Hua, but it was not enough to arouse the interest of the game players.

"Fuck...why didn't I hit..."

Jiang Hua was still watching the man play the game seriously, shaking ashes in the ashtray one after another.

After the man finished typing, he almost dropped the keyboard. He secretly lamented why the noisy office was so quiet today. When he turned around, he saw Jiang Hua sitting on the desk with one foot on the ground, and the other foot dangling back and forth. After noticing his gaze Press the cigarette butt into the ashtray.The man almost knelt down to Jiang Hua, and felt that the cigarette butt was not pressed into the ashtray, but himself.

"Manager Jiang, it's time for a meeting." Fortunately, sister Qiu made a relief.

Jiang Hua stared at the man, stood up and walked outside, took a look at the proposal from sister Qiu's hand, and then walked to the meeting room.

"Why didn't you notify me?!" The game player was a rare girl from the marketing department, and she was saying in pain at this time.

Colleagues around said.

"Manager Jiang is watching, do I dare?"

"Walking silently like a cat, buddy only saw it."

"You pray that Manager Jiang is in a good mood today..."

Zhang Yichi was taken aback when he saw Jiang Hua when he entered the conference room, and then his eyes lit up again, and he sat on the chair and said, "Manager Jiang's face...is really... more than enough for the entertainment industry. You can't see it in a suit normally." With a fresh and refined look, this change of clothes is really a handsome young man."

Zhang Yichi has connections in the entertainment industry, and has always been known for his vicious eyes. This sudden exaggeration of Jiang Hua also attracted everyone to look at Jiang Hua, but compared to that feminine and clean face, people focused more on that Small strawberries at the neck.

Yo yo yo yo, this girlfriend is quite heroic.

Only the marketing department smiled and said nothing.

Jiang Hua looked up at Zhang Yichi, flipped through a few pages of the proposal and said, "Manager Zhang is absurd."

The company's products have always been targeted at female audiences, such as cosmetics, clothes, perfume, and high-heeled shoes, but I didn't expect the company's marketing department to have a lot of men, and I don't know how to sell them.

The product this time is the key product of this season, full of antique new beauty makeup, the most important of which is the eyebrow pencil, which uses the ancient Chinese aesthetic black color as the main color, and a series of foundation lip gloss and blush.

On the issue of advertising, the two departments have different opinions.

Zhang Yichi believes that the times are changing faster and faster, and it is not easy to highlight the audience of the product with ancient costumes as the advertising scene. It is easier to resonate with the audience if the ancient products are interpreted in a modern way.

Jiang Hua believes that since the selling point lies in the ancient traditional culture, ancient times should be used as the background.

The two quarreled violently, Zhang Yichi spoke sharply, and pointed out that Jiang Hua's inexperienced junior should not be afraid. Jiang Hua replied slowly, with a cool tone that did not show weakness at all, summarizing his polite and twisted words, It's just four words, you know what a fart.

Jing Jue, who was late, clapped his hands at the door, finally letting the two of them stop arguing.

Jing Jue looked at Jiang Hua who came back early and didn't say anything. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Since neither of you accepts the other, let's do this. You two change jobs, Zhang Yichi is in charge of all marketing matters, and Jiang Hua is in charge of advertising." Shooting. This time, I have handed over the full authority of this case to you. If the case is successful, your salary will be doubled, and the year-end bonus will be tripled. If you fail, the whole year’s salary will be deducted."

Jiang Hua, like a kindergarten kid, obediently raised her hand when encountering a problem, and said, "Can you change the people in that department?"

Jing Jue thought for a while and said, "Change! The marketing department does the work of the advertising department, and the advertising department does the work of the marketing department."

After speaking, Jing Jue left with a smile, as if he was not the one to make such a big bet.

Jiang Hua didn't bother to be vague, and handed over all the marketing plans in his hand to Zhang Yichi.

Zhang Yichi wanted to say something else, but he shook his head after all. When he was about to give Jiang Hua the proposal for the advertisement, Jiang Hua refused.

"No, we don't need your plan."

Jiang Hua was more excited than unfamiliar with advertising for the first time. Even sister Qiu who followed behind him felt that Jiang Hua's walking steps were too big.

The author has something to say: Cong Erhuo【If you don’t come back within a year, it will be your grandson】

One year later

Cong Erhuo [Grandpa Jiang! 】

Little Ginger Flower [Get lost! ! ! ! ! 】

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Above, Cong Erhuo set up a death flag for himself

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