Chapter 4 Flowers have a day to bloom (4)

This time, the matchmaking process solved the current dilemma for her.

Gao Minglang just pretended that nothing had happened before, and smiled at her and asked her about her well-being.

Wen Yining secretly admired him, and he also climbed down the steps on the surface, fulfilling this harmony.

Mr. Hu even said that the high-speed rail project was not launched so quickly, but the promotion of some small projects was really handed over.

Half a month passed, and at the end of the month, her performance bonus was the highest in the company.

On the day of salary payment, Fu Qingqing insisted on treating her to dinner. She ordered two large pots of spicy crayfish. The two girls ate the lips as red as blood and their throats were smoked.

"I can't stand it anymore, the rest will be you."

Wen Yining's tears were so spicy that he looked for water to drink on the ground.

"Sister Ning, you are not a qualified H person. Province H is quite good at eating spicy food."

"From university, I have been in Shanghai for almost eight years and my taste has been modified."

Wen Yining took a big mouthful of water and handed Fu Qingqing another cup.

"Sister Wen, is your hometown beautiful?"

"pretty."

The spicy spirit has slowed down, Wen Yining said: "There is a river at our doorstep. It is very cool in summer and you don't need to turn on the air conditioner at night."

"Wow! Will you go back in the future?"

Wen Yining smiled, "I don't know."

Fu Qingqing sighed: "The cost of survival in Shanghai is too high. I rent for 2,000 yuan a month, and I have to transfer to the subway twice to work, so I am exhausted!"

The last crayfish was solved. She didn't take off her disposable gloves and twisted the lobster shells on the table to play with it.

"And our little one is in Wuhan, so far away. He came to see me and the air tickets were 1,800 yuan a day. I couldn't bear to bear to work hard, but I really missed him. When I came to my aunt, I missed him when the faucet in the rental house broke down, and I missed him when the power went out - Well, long-distance relationship is so hateful."

Wen Yining listened to her mumblings, telling the difficulties of life, the hardships of love, the gap between ideals and reality, and the hopes that are still immortal in her eyes.

Fu Qingqing's topic was endless, and she suddenly asked: "Sister Wen, why did you change careers?"

She accidentally read Wen Yining's resume, Fudan University's English Department, with a major of Level 8. After graduation, she worked in a very famous foreign translation institute for two years. She was highly valued by her leaders. She had the opportunity to recommend her to study at Beijing Foreign Translation Institute.

But when the job resume ended at a bright and bright future, she voluntarily resigned and returned to Shanghai, changing industries across industries, and everything started from scratch.

Fu Qingqing talked while playing with the lobster shells, placing them one by one, filling the empty tabletop.

That is the word "Wang".

Fu Qingqing took off her gloves, folded her hands together and made a wish in the lobster shell: "Bless our family Wangwang raises their salary!"

Wen Yining smiled, did not answer her question, but stood up and said, "I'll go to the bathroom."

Then he paid the order on his own initiative.

The moon was relatively leisurely at the beginning of the year, and the next day was Friday. My colleagues discussed early where to go to play on the weekend.

Wen Yining was also preparing to leave in the afternoon, but after receiving a call from Mr. Hu, he politely invited her to the bureau in the evening.

Mr. Hu was very nice to have a small banquet and sincerely recommended Wen Yining. The advertising industry is popular to build connections. After a round, Wen Yining received a lot of business cards.

"Old Hu always takes special care of beauty. How long has it been not until you have brought someone out?"

The speaker's surname is Zeng, and the trader's presence is full of smiling faces.

Mr. Hu said: "Where are you talking about it? Take young people out to see the world."

"Mr. Hu cherishes talent, understands, understands."

Mr. Zeng's tone was bright, but his deep feelings remained in his eyes.

Wen Yining stretched out his hand: "Hello Mr. Zeng."

"well.

Miss Wen is very young, hey, he is about the same age as Lao Li's son?"

"That should be the same age."

Mr. Hu said.

"What are you talking about me?

I heard it from afar.”

The parties involved came over.

"It's just right. Lao Li and Xiao Bo have returned to China. It's better to bring him out more and get to know some girls."

Mr. Zeng is really a goblin. After drinking some wine, he made a splash with mandarin couples, pointing at Wen Yining and said, "I think it's quite appropriate for Miss Wen."

How many years have you been?"

Wen Yining said: "92."

President Li said tactfully: "That's bigger than Xiaobo."

"What's the matter? I'm three years older than I'm holding a gold brick, and Xiaobo has gone to the next level."

The words became more and more deviant, and Mr. Hu patted Mr. Zeng on the shoulder: "Your Zeng Siming is also suitable for your age. I didn't think about his son, but I was worried about Lao Li, and I was selfless."

Mr. Zeng was drunk and couldn't control his big tongue, "Our family doesn't want this."

The voice was very small, and Mr. Hu had already pulled him around, with his back facing away.

Wen Yining still heard it.

There were still four or five people around, and they all heard it.

But everyone smiled, this was just a common joke. I don’t think anything was wrong. Wen Yining is one of the thousands of background boards, and his youthful appearance became the original sin in the eyes of others.

Mr. Hu said a few words to Mr. Zeng, and Mr. Zeng said, "Oh, oh, is she Mr. Tang's person?"

He was stunned for a moment, and had a clear expression: "No wonder."

I don’t know which nerve is wrong, or Mr. Zeng’s smile that was too understanding the corner of his mouth stung his eyes, or maybe a certain surname hit the ignition point.

Wen Yining restrained his calm emotions overnight and broke the fuse with a "bang".

She asked: "Mr. Zeng, what kind of thing do you want in your family?"

The sound was not loud, but every word was sonorous. Everyone silenced, turned around, and for a moment quiet.

Mr. Zeng was obsessed for a while and his eyes suddenly lit up: “Hey?

!”

Unbelievable her seriousness.

Wen Yining: "You said, your family should not do this."

She looked around seriously and nodded, "I'll take the seat for now.

So—it’s only ten minutes for the first time. Do you know what kind of person I am?”

She said these words with a smile, her smile soaked the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, and her eyes swept over, calm and firm.

Mr. Zeng was speechless by her questioning, and his face turned ugly.

"Just, not take it seriously.

Okay, Xiao Wen..." Mr. Hu, who was about to smooth things over, had not finished speaking, and Wen Yining interrupted, "Mr. Hu, there is another thing you may have misunderstood. I am not familiar with Mr. Tang Qichen.

I have never met him in the past few years.

I don’t want to borrow anyone’s face, and I don’t want you to misunderstand.

You trust me and let me do things, and I will do it well, that's that simple."

Wen Yining knew that these words were not worthy of giving face, just because she was not good at it, and even rejected these prejudiced topics of conversation in her heart.

The ridiculous concept of male superiority and female inferiority, and regarding "self-conception" as the truth is an injustice.

It would be boring if you stay any longer. Wen Yining turned around and suddenly met someone with his eyes.

Tang Qichen was not very formal today. His white shirt and black suit were opened, and the lines of his waist and abdomen could be seen extending down, and the pants in the same color as his jacket were just integrated, so he could afford the word "long body and handsome".

Standing in the bright red light, his eyes with gentle outlines, looked light and heartless.

Wen Yining looked at him, neither humble nor arrogant, and had clear moral standards.

Tang Qichen has been standing for a long time, and he didn't hear any of the speeches just now.

The individual spirits present smelled the subtlety in the atmosphere.

After a brief stalemate, Tang Qichen stopped looking at her, but walked forward, "Xiaodongzhuang was playing cards, Ke Li said he had an acquaintance, I'll come down to take a look."

This sound is heavy and powerful, very textured, and overlaps with a part of the memory.

Before Wen Yining could experience it, Tang Qichen's voice came again: "I'm not very familiar with it, and I misunderstood Uncle Hu."

He smiled, "Mr. Zeng is still angry?
To be continued...