Acting like a baby is shameful but useful

Zhou Heng looked up at Jian Chunsheng, and said, "Editor Jian, didn't you say you have a contract and you want him to sign it?"

Jian Chunsheng, who was suddenly named, let out an oh, and hurriedly took out the contract and handed it to Zhou Liang, complaining in his heart: Didn't you still scold your brother just now?Why did it suddenly connect to me seamlessly?

Zhou Liang read the contract from beginning to end with a bitter face, and signed it after confirming that it was correct.

Jian Chunsheng accepted the contract and said, "Thanks for your hard work, then I'll go back to the company first."

He glanced at Zhou Heng for the last time, and couldn't help but think in his heart, for such a handsome and domineering man, his girlfriend should be beautiful too.

When he returned to the company, handed over the contract to the minister, and sat back in his seat, he suddenly remembered that he forgot to thank Zhou Heng.

He scolded himself for being too careless, but there was still a lot of work to do, and he would soon have to put it all behind and continue working.

After finishing all the work, he raised his head and rubbed his numb neck. Looking at the time, it was already seven o'clock in the evening.

The night outside the window had already fallen, and most of the people in the company had already left.

Jian Chunsheng took a sip of water, packed his things, walked out of the company, and walked to the subway station in front.

After walking for a while, he suddenly heard two horns on the side of the road.

He turned his head and took a look, only to find that it was Zhou Heng's car.

Then the two horns just now...were calling him?

Jian Chunsheng frowned suspiciously, and when he was about to walk over, suddenly, a figure ran past him.

A woman in a white dress.

She clicked her slim high heels and smiled.

She opened the co-pilot's door and got in.

The car restarted and quickly left Jian Chunsheng's sight.

Jian Chunsheng laughed at himself.

"Jian Chunsheng, what are you thinking!" He muttered, sighed, and approached the subway station. The figure of the woman just now appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help thinking that she was so pretty.

Is she Zhou Heng's girlfriend?

Quite well-matched, talented and beautiful.

Jian Chunsheng swiped his card, entered the station, and followed the crowd down.

This man pales in comparison.

Look at people, drive luxury cars, wear high-end suits, and customize leather shoes.

Looking at myself again, he looked like a hard-working migrant worker everywhere.

Jian Chunsheng suddenly became frustrated with his life.

When he returned to the rental house, he ordered a bag of instant noodles for himself, and after a casual dinner, he sat in front of the computer, opened a new TV series, and watched while eating potato chips.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Ji Qianfan, who shared the rent with him, came back.

He shouted outside: "Jian Chunsheng, I packed some supper for you, do you want to eat?"

Jian Chunsheng was already hungry, and immediately jumped up when he heard the sound, and ran out, "Eat!"

"Two chicken legs, a box of fried noodles." Ji Qianfan took off his shiny clothes, and took out a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator.

Jian Chunsheng squinted at Ji Qianfan's firm upper body while gnawing on the chicken leg, "Tsk tsk, it's a pity that you don't have a figure like a star."

Ji Qianfan drank some water and lay down on the sofa, "Don't talk about it, I took a job in the studio today, and I'm going to be a backup dancer for a party, and I'm going to be tired after that. You have to be low and small."

Ji Qianfan is a dancer who makes a living by dancing.

He is handsome and has a good figure, and he goes in and out of the wealthy class.

If it wasn't for his unwillingness to be taken care of by others, he wouldn't have to share the rent with Jian Chunsheng now.