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Sheng Qianwei ran to Yangshu, smiling sweetly, "Senior Brother Yang, did you bring shampoo today?"

Yang Shu, who is twenty-seven or eight years old, has been around Guangshi for more than three years. He is wearing a pair of elegant frameless glasses, with a handsome facial features, a standard science and engineering man. He likes to wear blue and white shirts and jeans. His expression is dull when he talks to him. For example, the new girl borrows shampoo from his hair. He hesitates for a moment. He pushes his index finger and then takes out a shampoo wrapped in tin foil from his pocket and handed it to her: "Just one pack."

Sheng Qianwei was overjoyed and carefully put it in her arms as if she had received the treasure. She thanked her loudly, and said with a clear voice: "Thank you, senior brother."

Poplar cleaned his ears, "Why are you so angry as a girl?"

The two are considered senior brothers and sisters, who graduated from the same university, and they are particularly friendly as soon as they meet. Sheng Qianwei likes to call him senior brother. Yang Shu is particularly close to her, so she takes care of this young junior sister who has just arrived in private. After all, she came from an alma mater. In this Guangshi Building, there are more students from 211,985 universities, and it is rare to see them as ordinary undergraduates.

Poplar trees were selected through layers of selection.

Yang Shu is a monk who has become a monk at the middle of the journey. He has good grades since childhood, but his mental quality is not good. He fails every major exam, fails in junior high school, fails in junior high school, fails in junior high school, and fails in college entrance examinations. He usually takes the lead in the basic exams. When he arrives in the major exams, he will stop immediately. He forgets all the questions he usually does, and his mind is blank.

After going to college, he suddenly became obsessed with playing games, then decoded, encoded, temporarily transferred to the department, changed his career, and entered Guangshi as soon as he graduated.

It’s pretty good. Guangshi’s interview is humane. He has the ability, but his psychological quality is poor. In this regard, the human resources are all human-minded. You can tell which talents are and which ones are just a bucket of money with a glance.

But this Sheng Qianwei is a real family of relationships.

I heard that this girl has a tough background, and her parents are both big officials in the city.

Yang Shu pushed her glasses and knocked down a bunch of incomprehensible codes, and remembered another little girl.

If Sheng Qianwei relied on the back door to enter Guangshi, then the other little girl wouldn't be a tough backstage person? She is so beautiful and her skin is so tender that it can pop up. Can such a beautiful little girl be used as a material for this industry?

Everyone knows that the IT industry is inverted day and night, and it is not divided during the day, and it makes all the money of youth and life. When girls first come in with a passion, most of them leave with regrets and grievances.

Poplar shook his head while thinking.

Alas—I guess he is another difficult person to serve.

...

After washing his bangs, Sheng Qianwei blew in front of the dryer in the sink, and pounded in front of the mirror for half an hour. She refused to let go of a strand of hair and straightened it out of the toilet in a regular manner.

When Su Zhan held the cup to the lounge to pour water, he heard several girls from the Propaganda Department talking about Sheng Qianwei:

"She grew up in the north and is a child under the imperial city. My father was just transferred to the Education Bureau of our city some time ago. Otherwise, she would be able to join our company with her education?"

"The family background is so good, I should have sent it abroad to study long ago, and I'm sending it to such a company. What did her father think?"

"Our industries are all sunrise industries. After studying abroad, you have to look for a job? You don't know how many people are trying to join Mr. Shen's company."

"By the way, where is the little girl coming in with her? What's the origin?"

The girl sitting among the three of them took a sip of coffee, sagged her mouth, and said mysteriously: "This one is more magical."

The two were curious: "What do you say?"

"It is said that this person was appointed by President Chen-"

"Damn, the prince ordered it?"

The gossiped girl nodded and said as if she had seen it with her own eyes: "Captain Chen ordered me. I heard that this girl is so awesome. I let our interviewer go once, but I won't come if I don't say I can."

Su Zhan remembered that the afternoon when Guangshi called her for the first time and asked her to go to the interview, Xu Jia had a high fever and she pushed her.

Two weeks later, Guangshi called her again, reconciled her time, and asked her if she had time. Su Zhan agreed without thinking too much. As for who Prince Chen was, she really didn't know.

But obviously, to outsiders, things have changed a long time ago.

The three of them were having a good chat.

"Anyway, when the Human Resources CEO asked the prince for his opinion, the prince said, Su Zhan decided, and you decided the rest."

"Damn it, the prince doesn't like the beautiful girl, I want to chase her?"

The girl disdained and snorted coldly: "Don't you know the virtues of our prince? Last time I got Feifei to the company, but it turned out that the whole company was in chaos. This girl is more beautiful than Sun Feifei and has a good figure. I guess she is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Just use it as a vase, don't be a vase for making trouble."

"You are naked\nubly\nubly jealous." A colleague teased, "To be honest, if the prince came to chase you like this, you would have pounced on you long ago?"

"Tsk, whoever you like to pursue?" He spoke with disdain and dissatisfaction.

...

In the afternoon, the originally quiet and lazy company suddenly caused a big commotion. Sheng Qianwei immediately shared the news that she had found with the girl at the front desk with Su Zhan:

"It's the great god here."

At that time, Su Zhan was leaning on his chair and staring at the web page on the computer in a daze. He was a fan forum of pot.

Since that night, the two of them have not seen each other for many days. Su Zhan has been working these days, going out early and returning late. She couldn't help but look at the next door when she went out and entered. The door was always closed. The two had never met each other before, and even the Ming Dynasty appeared less often.

The page was spotted by Sheng Qianwei and shouted in surprise: "Are you searching for the great god?"

"Look at it casually."

"This cannot be seen casually. My great master is really the kind that people fall in love with just one glance."

“…”

Your great master?

Annoying.

Sheng Qianwei's phone rang, and the girl at the front desk came to the information again: "Pot and Meng Chen have already taken the exclusive elevator of the Prince's Master. I see that the elevator is parked on the 20th floor. It should be the Prince's Office. The Prince's Master is going out at four o'clock. It should be the time, so hurry up."

Su Zhan pricked his ears and listened to the girl's report, glanced at her sideways, and said, "How much did you spend to bribe the girl at the front desk?"

Sheng Qianwei stretched out five fingers: "This number is not cheap, it can't be wasted. Let's go up."

In his house, in the night when there was no one around, Su Zhan could be unscrupulous, but here, she suddenly became awkward.

"What am I going to do? I won't go."

Sheng Qianwei is eager to introduce her idol to her good friends, so that they can be so funny together.

"Why don't you go? Are you not curious about how handsome my idol is?"

handsome?

I've seen all the naked ones, so what's there to be curious about?

She said quietly, "Isn't it just two noses and one eye? What's so curious? Does he have one eye or one nose?"

Sheng Qianwei pouted in anger and said before leaving, "You will regret it if you missed my great master!"

Su Zhan snorted and continued to watch the forum.

Regret? Sorry, she doesn't have it in her dictionary.

...

At that time, Xu Jiayan and Meng Chen were in Shen Xingzhou's office about the implementation of "T3" next year. T3 is a major project in Guangshi next year. It has been three years since its launch. It will be completed in the later stage and enter the testing stage at the end of the year. The server will be opened at the beginning of next year. The ted team is the first batch of test players. Shen Xingzhou got up to answer the phone. Meng Chen turned around and looked around, looking at a row of exquisitely carved ancient porcelain vases: "Damn, are capitalists so extravagant and wasteful?"

Xu Jiayan was wearing casual clothes today. He took off his coat on the sofa, leaning on him casually, picked up the cup in front of him and took a sip, gently pursed his lower lip, and put the cup back on the shorter table, "Have you ever been to his house?"

Those rows of old antiques in Beijing were enough to buy a rough one from the outer ring.

Shen Xingzhou closed the thread, walked back, sat down beside Xu Jiayan, leaned over and carried a grape, raised his head and stuffed it into his mouth, and asked the two of them in a daze: "I've read the news. You've been on the hot search these days, and I've been following you all the best--"

Xu Jiayan shrugged.

Shen Xingzhou smoked a cigarette from the short table and put it in his mouth. He lay on the sofa with his feet raised like a second uncle, and said meaningfully: "The grudge between you and Daguang is not over yet? That's right, who the hell will break my marriage, I will dig his ancestral grave in minutes."

Xu Jiayan leaned against the sofa, raised his hand lazily and rubbed his hair, his voice slackening: "It's really not what you thought."

Shen Xingzhou tsk, turned around and lit Meng Chen with a cigarette, "Where is Daming? Why didn't you come? I miss him."

Meng Chen pursed his lips and said quietly: "I'm being confined to the boss--"

Just as Shen Xingzhou was about to say to Xu Jiayan, the knock on the door rang out, and he smiled, looked at the door, and ordered in a deep voice: "Come in."

Sheng Qianwei walked in with a document in her arms. She cleaned herself up and looked radiant. She didn't even have a hair mess. She walked from the door as steady as a mountain in high heels. Her eyes immediately grabbed Xu Jiayan sitting on the sofa. He was leaning against the sofa with his hands in his hair, lazy and leisurely, and the jacket on the sofa was loosely placed.

When I heard someone coming in, my eyelids raised my eyelids to her and quickly turned back, not paying attention at all.

Sheng Qianwei felt that this person was so lazy in private, so handsome and delicious! She tried hard to suppress her voice: "Mr. Shen, I'll send the documents."

Shen Xingzhou saw countless people, and with just a glance, the little girl was thinking about something in her heart, and she could see it at a glance.

He frowned his eyebrows and pretended to scold: "Where is Xiao Zhao? I'm here to send documents?"

Sheng Qianwei was not afraid at all, "Xiao Zhao has a stomachache, I'll give it a moment, and colleagues can help each other."

In terms of acting skills, Sheng Qianwei is not even as good as a 18-tier star. Her eyes are staring at the person next to him. Anyone with discerning eyes knows what is going on in her mind.

Shen Xingzhou is a little bad, but he doesn't expose her now, and tells her to put down the things and drive her out.

Sheng Qianwei was slow and finally turned around the moment she was about to leave the door, and said vigorously: "Mr. Chen, can I ask for an autograph from the great god?"

“…”

Shen Xingzhou didn't speak, held his eyebrows and looked at her with a smile.

It was obvious that Xu Jiayan, who realized that he was named, slowly put down his hand.

The little girl said again, "I have loved pot for many years. Today I am honored to meet you, boss."

This is how Sheng Qianwei is. She has a thick skin that is close to the city wall. Even if she is seen through, she doesn’t feel embarrassed at all. She is frank, likes it if she likes it, and appreciates it if she appreciates it.

She admires pot, treats him as an idol, that's all.
To be continued...