Guiqiu the Hostess Let Go of the Salted Fish - MTL

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Gong Zhi has been very happy recently. She lives a regular life of nine to five every day. She can never work overtime without working overtime. She gets up on time, turns around and leaves.

That's right, Gong Zhi has graduated.

Between own company, Gong family enterprise, Song family enterprise and good friend Jiang family enterprise. Gong Zhi went ashore without any hesitation, and took the test for the public.

This time it scared everyone's eyes, and Gong Zhi had a clear goal, where to go in leisure.

As for the money?

Gong Zhi was at a loss: "Ah? Do I still care about the money?"

Huh! The evil rich man.

Therefore, when relatives and friends worked hard overtime and struggling for China's GDP, Gong Zhi held the health tea in his hand, and looked at the documents in the office peacefully with his unrestricted eyes. When relatives and friends worked overtime until they got gastritis, Gong Zhi had already returned home to cook, cook soup, and post a circle of friends, feeling that the years are quiet.

Today is no exception.

Shen Ying raised her head from her busy work, and when the lanterns first came on, the sky outside the window was pitch black, but it was dyed a different color by the city lights. This means that she has forgotten dinner again today. Shen Ying picked up the phone, she squeezed the bridge of her nose, her stomach was hungry, but she didn't feel hunger, only her stomach was flat, it seemed that her stomach was missing a piece, and it was a little faintly painful.

Gong Zhi in the circle of friends just posted a paragraph, stewed corn ribs soup, milky white soup, with a little green onion embellishment, it looks very appetizing. The following text is also very plain, Versailles in the plain.

"Today's get off work was completed ahead of schedule, so I got off work early, and the soup that took 2 hours to boil over a slow fire, the taste is not bad, it seems that I can be a teacher."

The following Yishui's comment style is very brutal.

Song Zhi: Ha ha

Jiang Ran: Don't send anything like this anymore. Our friendship is already crumbling. Do you know what to do?

Gong Yi: Sister, do it well.

Gong Dad: Bring it to your father!

Palace Mother: And your mother!

Shen Ying stared at the wailing circle of friends and took a deep breath. Although she likes Gongzhi very much, she still feels unworthy in the world at this moment. And the stomach, which had no sensation before, is now slightly distorted, as if it hurts more.

Shen Ying pressed her temples and was silent for a short while, then stood up, picked up the small suit on the side and walked out. The sound of opening the door made the secretary raise her head. She quickly browsed her memo and said, "President Shen, you have another meeting to be held in half an hour!"

"Push it away!"

Shen Ying said, she kept walking and had already gone far. He didn't stop until he got to the exclusive elevator, and looked back at his secretary: "It's quite late today, so go back and rest soon."

After speaking, she stepped into the elevator, leaving a blank secretary to check the time.

Is the sun coming out from the west today? It's only 7 o'clock, and Mr. Shen, who has led a group of people to work overtime until 12 o'clock, actually said that today is quite late? ?