Indecisive Survival Guide

"Haha, I said I have a lot of things." Being stared at by three people like this, even Lu Qianqian with a thick skin can't stand it.

Is this a bit much?This is the bedroom as a warehouse.Massage chairs, foot baths, moxa sticks, black wolfberry, chrysanthemum, essential oils, dumbbells, yoga mats, yoga bricks, yoga balls, fascia guns, etc., are so full that there is no room for your feet.

At this time, Song Wanwan and the three regretted it very much.However, what else can be done after the words have been spoken.

However, Lu Qianqian, who still had a conscience, finally called a moving company.Seeing the boxes being carried onto the car, the four of them couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It was really not easy to move for a whole morning.

"Sister Qianqian, the place where I go to school happens to be near your apartment, can I go and play with you later?" Fang Xin was extremely excited when he accidentally saw the address Lu Qianqian had given to the moving company.Does such a short distance mean that he can often go to Cengfan in the future?

"Of course, just let me know in advance when you go." Lu Qianqian responded straightforwardly. She didn't plan to live in a dormitory this semester, and the small apartment that Zhou's father and mother gave her could just be used.

"Qianqian, you can't be partial, we're going too!"

"All go, all go!"

In Ling'an Temple, Lu Qianqian worshiped each Buddha statue devoutly, muttering words.The three of Gu Zhenzhen, who had already finished offering incense and got the peace talisman, waited for Lu Qianqian while looking at the handicrafts in the Foyuan shop.

"Wanwan, why do Qianqian worship every Buddha statue?" Gu Zhenzhen put down the prayer beads in his hand and asked curiously.

Song Wanwan looked at the opened ornaments in front of her and couldn't put it down, "Maybe it's because you want something?"

"Then Miss Qianqian wants to have a baby?"

The three of them looked at Lu Qianqian, who was kneeling in front of the Guanyin, and were speechless...

At this time, Lu Qianqian, who was kneeling in front of Guanyin, was introducing himself in a low voice, "Hello, Guanyin Bodhisattva, I am Lu Qianqian, a contract worker in the underworld, rounded up, we are also colleagues. Newcomers, please take care of me... ...."

That's right, it's not that Gu Zhenzhen and the others wanted to pray for Buddha, but that new employees were giving introductions.

Compared with the relaxed and happy atmosphere at Ling'an Temple, Zhou Tingchen's side is not so happy.

Zhou Tingchen, who was originally full of enthusiasm and wanted to use the live broadcast program to strike while the iron was hot, was informed by his secretary that the program had been unilaterally terminated by Zhou Zhener, and he felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him—a chill in his heart.

"Suddenly terminate the program, what's the online reaction?" Although the plan was broken, Zhou Tingchen, who has been immersed in the society for several years, immediately reacted. What he has to do now is to minimize the impact of the matter.

Thinking of the strange reactions of the netizens, the secretary's face became very exciting, "Mr. Zhou, at present, except for a few netizens calling the program group 'dogs', most netizens are discussing how much Miss Qianqian and the guests can get for participating in the program." salary?"

Zhou Tingchen, who originally thought he was about to face a public opinion war, looked at his secretary in surprise, "Why do netizens pay attention to this?"

The secretary, who didn't know how to explain it, showed the video recorded by the netizen to his boss.

Zhou Tingchen couldn't help laughing when he saw the soul of his own sister asking, his sister is always so unexpected, "You contact the program team now and ask them to post an official letter of apology on Weibo and organize a voting event to divert netizens. Attention, the remuneration of the guests participating in the program will be determined by the votes of the netizens."

"Okay, boss." The secretary, who was once again impressed by her boss's ability to work, took the order to leave.

Soon, netizens who were still gathering under the official blog to discuss wages discovered the activities organized by the program group. Like bees seeing honey, they rushed to it, and the program group's Weibo instantly exploded.

Tiantian 857: Votes have been voted, I want to register a Weibo account for my parents, sisters, let’s go first.

Sweet and sour is me: Father Zhou will pay for this activity, everyone go!

Cutie Fu: Since the program group is so strong, I won't diss them for stopping the program suddenly.I'm going to ask my little sister to vote for my husband and make a contribution to my husband's world tour.

Did you get rich today: It's all Lu Qianqian's fault for causing our Zhen'er to bleed so much.

Cutie who grew up so cute: I have asked my students to vote for Qianqian, lead fans rush!

The keyboard has become a master: Brother Fa Cai, your family lives in the Pacific Ocean, right?

Xingyao Media Boss's Wife: Cubs come for me, my husband must have a meeting.

Sincerely: Call for Zhenzhen!

Jinjin Jinzi: My younger brother must have what others have!

Wanwan wholeheartedly: Wanwan rush!I also bought your family's medical fund, support me quickly!

The Zhou family's little girl: If the fat and water don't flow into outsiders' fields, the meat must rot in my brother's pot!

Just when a new round of head-grabbing battles started on the Internet, Zhou Zhener was posing like a proprietress at the headquarters of Shining Star Media.

"Sister Su, you should wear longer skirts in the future, after all, you should pay attention to health care when you are older." Zhou Zhen'er said displeasedly, squinting at the secretary who was handing her water.

Looking at the professional skirt ten centimeters above her knee, Su Su's smiling expression froze on her face.This is the most formal professional skirt. Does she need to wear a trailing skirt at work?Also, she is only three years older than her, so she needs to keep healthy.

"Thank you, Ms. Zhou, for your kindness. It's a pity that I'm getting old, and it's too late for maintenance now. Unlike you who are young now, the maintenance is just right." Su Su, who only graduated a year ago to be the secretary to the president of Shining Star Media, is not Vegetarians, everyone is a thousand-year-old fox, and no one should treat anyone as a white rabbit.

Zhou Zhen'er gave the water a hand, this Su Su, she will let brother Zheyuan fire her sooner or later, "Thank you sister Su for reminding, brother Zheyuan is really lucky to have such a good assistant like you."

Remember, you are only an assistant.

"Thank you Miss Zhou for your compliment." Gritting her teeth and giving her the last smile, Su Su turned and left the lounge. She was afraid that she would lose control of her hands if she stayed here any longer.

Sitting on the soft sofa in the lounge, Zhou Zhener suddenly blushed. She remembered that in her dream, something indescribable happened between her and brother Zheyuan on this sofa.However, the most urgent task now is to win brother Zheyuan's favor.

"Zhen'er, did you cook this porridge yourself?" Ever since he came to the company, Ning Zheyuan left Zhou Zhener alone in the lounge under the pretext of a meeting, and stayed there until noon.

Tucking her slightly messy hair behind her ears, Zhou Zhener showed an embarrassed smile, "Yes, brother Zheyuan, I'm sorry I didn't let you drink preserved egg and lean meat porridge this morning, so I'll use the kitchen in the lounge to give it to you." Make a portion, hurry up and taste if it's good."

Against the backdrop of the delicate and moist white porcelain bowl, the black, white, white, yellow and yellow things inside were even more terrifying. For the sake of the relationship between the two groups, he endured and tasted it cautiously.A soul smell rushed straight to Tianling Gai. How should I put it, he finally found a dish scarier than Song Wanwan's stinky tofu sandwich.

Although the sandwiches made by Song Wanwan taste strange, at least they still have texture and appearance, and the bowl of so-called preserved egg and lean meat porridge in front of me has nothing to do with color, flavor or taste.

"Zhen'er, let Secretary Su buy whatever you want to eat in the future, don't do it yourself." He believed that with Secretary Su's taste, he would never buy such a strange "porridge".

Hearing what Ning Zheyuan said, little pink bubbles popped up all over Zhou Zhener's body, "Thank you Brother Zheyuan, I'm not tired, it's okay for Zhener to suffer a little to let you eat the freshly baked porridge .”

Ning Zheyuan: Excuseme?Did I tell you you're tired?

Glancing at Zhou Zhen'er, whose brain circuits are different from ordinary people, Ning Zheyuan silently took out his phone and sent a message.