One Hundred Ways the Uncle Collapsed

My personality is too different, she doesn't care if she shows her flaws, the stress reaction after the car accident is a good excuse.

It's just that it's better to have information about the original body for her to understand than to have black eyes now.

Weng Jing, who stayed in the room on the pretext of exhaustion, did not leave the room until dark.

Except for Michael who came to deliver dinner once, no one came to her room again.Her righteous brother doesn't seem to like her righteous sister very much?

As the night approached, Weng Jing finally stepped out of the room.

When I went out, I heard a long cry, very small, very subtle, but close at hand.

Almost instantly, Weng Jing felt that the hairs all over his body were bursting. Hearing such crying in such a big house in the middle of the night may not be a good thing.

It's just that this voice is a little...familiar?

He looked around and carefully identified the source of the sound. It seemed to be coming from the third floor?

Isn't the third floor where my nominal nephew lives?Why is there crying?Weng Jing unconsciously put his right hand on his left arm, tapping his index finger and middle finger back and forth on the skin of his arm.

When I made up my mind to go upstairs to have a look, I was stopped by someone.

The old but energetic old man had a little anger on his face: "Miss Jing, please go back to your room."

"I know, but the crying in the house kept me from sleeping. Butler Michael, shouldn't you check what's going on and ask me first instead?"

"Sorry, Ms. Jing, I was also confused for a moment. Please go back to your room and I'll be fine in a while." Butler Michael held his breath, and after a while, he smiled again and greeted her.

"Okay. But tomorrow, I will ask the housekeeper Michael to help me with some decorations in the room. I am a little upset after looking at it for a long time."

"Good Miss Jing."

"Good night then."

Weng Jing turned around and entered the door quickly, and closed the door.

The grey-haired old butler saw the woman enter the room, and he let out a sigh of relief, looking towards the third floor with worry and distress in his eyes.

Weng Jing lay down on the bed, thinking about what he had just heard.

This time it was very interesting.

49.03

Weng Jing had a dream.

In her dream, she had a big flower garden, where she planted her favorite daisies. In spring, the white flowers unfolded their tender petals, giving off a delicate fragrance.

In the dream, there was another person beside her.The man planted daisy seeds with her, saying that he would accompany her to watch the flowers bloom together next year.

The man was very close to her, because she could feel his breath, warm and comforting.It seemed that he was far away from her again, and she still couldn't see his face clearly.Suddenly far and near, hanging her heart.

Something is jumping in my mind, I feel like I can blurt it out at any time, but it is always firmly blocked by a film.

It's just that she woke up before the flowers in the dream bloomed.

Opening her eyes the next day, Weng Jing hadn't woken up from the dream yet. The peaceful and intoxicating breath in the dream made her feel like she was soaking in a honey vat, and the sweetness spread from the tip of her tongue to her throat, which was evocative.

This dream is weird, but very real.

For example, her favorite flower is indeed a daisy, but in the real world, it is true that she has been single for 18 years, so who is the person who planted daisies with her?

After pondering for a long time and unable to get an answer, Weng Jing temporarily suppressed these questions, got up, washed and went downstairs.

In the restaurant with exquisite and elegant decoration, long tables occupy almost half of the restaurant.

Weng Jing stepped forward and sat down in front of the stool opened by the maid, then turned his face and said hello to the people on both sides of the main seat: "Brother, sister-in-law, good day."

"Good day, Jingwu."

"Yeah." The president of Atobu closed the financial newspaper in his hand, "Let's eat."

"Good day." Mrs. Atobe also replied in a neutral tone.

"Good day, Auntie." Keigo Atobe was the only one with a slightly better attitude.

Stirring the soup in the delicate white porcelain bowl, the woman lowered her eyes and said as if unintentionally: "Brother, how long will Dad's coffin be buried?"

The president of the trace department was putting a spoonful of soup into his mouth, but his righteous sister's words made it hard for him to swallow, so he simply put down the spoon: "The day after tomorrow. Also, don't ask these questions when you eat in the future, it's disgusting." After finishing speaking , the president of the trace department put down the bowl and left.

Weng Jing didn't seem to feel it, lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, enjoying his breakfast quietly.

For a while, only the slight rustling of clothes could be heard in the dining room.The clinking of bowls and spoons could not be heard at all, which showed that the family was strict.

Mrs. Atobe drank the last sip of soup, wiped the soup stains from the corner of her mouth with a cloth towel, and then raised her eyes: "Ah Jing, my father just passed away, and I am in a bad mood, so please take care of me."

Weng Jing smiled secretly, "I understand, sister-in-law."

"Just understand." Mrs. Atobe beckoned, and asked Michael to take a stack of things and put it in Weng Jing's hand, "Since you have come back, you should learn it in the company first. Some data reports, if you don’t understand, you can ask Jing Wu, I still have something to do, so I’m leaving first.”

A trace of disapproval flashed in the eyes of the man opposite, but he never spoke.

"Thank you, sister-in-law."

"Yes." Mrs. Atobe left gracefully.

Only she, Keigo Atobe, and a few servants were left in the dining room.

Even Keigo Atobe finished the last sip of soup: "Auntie, are you going to the company today?" It was said to be an inquiry, but she was actually sure that she would not go on the first day.

And she really won't go, the background of the characters in this world is completely opposite to the previous world, and the undercurrent within the company must be more fierce than the previous world.If she went there without knowing anything, she might be one of those little shrimps who were being fed to the hungry piranhas waiting to eat.

"No, I'll look at the financial statement first." Weng Jing refused, and the man opposite looked over, his sea-blue eyes were a little sneering.

"Then I'll take my leave first, aunt take it easy."

"Walk slowly."

The restaurant where she is alone makes her more relaxed than before.It's not that she didn't see the look in Atobe Keigo's eyes before, but she just didn't bother to say it.Mrs. Atobe told her about the financial statements to let her understand the company's accounts, but it actually didn't help her at all.

When she first joined the company, what she needed most was a list of the company's top management personnel and a relationship table. Only by understanding the relationship between the people in the company and clarifying her thoughts, could she better understand where she should start and whom to tell. What words.Which joints need to be used by whom?Which people play what role in this is what she needs most.

And the Atobe couple didn't seem to intend to let her intervene in the internal affairs of the company, and gave her a stack of financial statements symbolically, so what?

However, the indifference of the president of Atobe, the seemingly kind help of Mrs. Atobe, and Keigo Atobe's cold eyes are not a good development for her now.

This Atobe house is like the mouth of a beast with its bloody mouth wide open, ready to bite down and cut people's throats at any time.

This time the Raiders mission, I can't figure it out.

After reading the stack of financial statements, Weng Jing stuffed them directly into the drawer.

Just as she thought, apart from looking at the company's ostensibly profitable accounts, there is no more information.

[System, can you help me collect and sort out the current internal personnel information of Atobe Company? 】

[Yes, but because this help is not in the list of the system mall, players need to pay 30 points. 】

[No problem, pay. 】

【Ding--】

【payment successful! 】

[Current remaining points: 135. 】

[The database is being collected and organized, the total time spent is estimated: 6 hours! 】

[Current progress: 0%. 】

Weng Jing yawned handsomely. In the first two worlds, she had a preliminary understanding of the Jibu family's company, and she knew very well that the Jibu family had a big business, and the company was involved in various fields.Moreover, in this world, the background of the Atobe family is even bigger, so she can understand that it will take so long to fully understand it now.

Idle is also idle, Weng Jing got up and went out, and called Michael.

"Please housekeeper, please help me remove the arrangement in the room, I don't like it."

The old housekeeper was a little surprised, but he still responded in a gentle voice: "Okay, Miss Jing."

"I'm going out now. If someone brings something back later, just put it in the room for me."

"I understand."

"Thank you."

After politely thanking him, Weng Jing left Atobe House with his backpack on his back.

Asking the driver to take her to Ginza, Weng Jing called and purchased the curtains and wallpapers she needed from two private furniture. Personality has the greatest contrast.

So it's better to replace it early.

After choosing the furniture, the young woman just stepped out of the store when she heard someone shouting loudly, full of vitality.

"Wow! Xiaojing! You're back!"

Weng Jing stood still and didn't respond, because she didn't think that this person coming and going must be calling her.

Just as she was thinking, someone patted her on the shoulder: "Hey! Xiaojing, I told you that you won't agree to me?"

Turning his head, he saw a very strange face, with a chubby face and small dimples, which was extraordinarily lovable.It seems that this person is also acquainted with Yuan Bo?

Weng Jing raised his eyebrows: "I didn't hear that, sorry."

"Yeah? You actually said sorry." The young woman tilted her head, her big dark green eyes showing a mockery, "I haven't seen you for two years, and your personality is getting more and more like Tezuka-senpai."

Senior Tezuka?I heard this person means the original body's boyfriend?

"Really? I don't think so." Weng Jing changed the subject.

"Yes