Pounding Stars: Good morning, national male god

"Okay, I will obediently take medicine and sleep, and try not to delay my work on Monday. Our company will deduct money for taking leave!" Qi Zishi swallowed those pills, gulped down a glass of water, covered himself with a quilt to sleep.

After sleeping for a day and a night, Qi Zishi felt that she was alive again. Although her heart seemed to be crushed by a stone mill, she still cheered herself up and decided to face this deceitful world again with confidence.

The company Qi Zishi works for is an e-commerce website, and Qi Zishi is the legendary gold medal customer service - he may be scolded by customers at any time until his ancestral grave smokes, but this is nothing to Qi Zishi. He has a big heart, and the five elements lack a heart. Except for being too sour on Saturday, the day of breaking up with a lovelorn, Qi Zishi has almost never cried so much.

"Qi Zishi, come to my office!" Director Hu Wenhan knocked on Qi Zishi's desk, then turned around coolly, and walked towards his office.

In Qi Zishi's eyes, Hu Wenhan is a flower picker. Although he is only the director of this company, his father is actually the company's president, and his father owns more than just this company. Hu Wenhan is a standard rich second generation.

Qi Zishi had been doing his own job in obscurity three months ago, but in the past three months, Hu Wenhan seemed to have a convulsion, and suddenly dug out Qi Zishi's wonderful flower from more than 20 customer service personnel, and If you want to pick it up, it will be quick.

All this was unexpected for Qi Zishi, and he had to reopen the titanium alloy dog ​​eyes to get to know Hu Wenhan well - after all, not every little white girl can encounter such a thing as being spotted by the rich second generation of.

After careful observation, Qi Zishi found that Hu Wenhan was only tired of smelling all kinds of fragrant and noble flowers, so he also wanted to make a move on the small wild flowers in the corners occasionally.

"You're working part-time, and there's more than one job, right?" Hu Wenhan pushed Jin Sibian's eyes, and at the same time pushed the company's labor contract in front of Qi Zishi.

"Comeon... Hu Boss, the whole world knows about my part-time job, okay? You also know that I'm short of money in five elements." Qi Zishi retorted, rolling his eyes.

"Before you delivered coffee, sold shoe polish, etc. I turned a blind eye, but what did you do on Saturday?" Hu Wenhan's eyes looked like he was going to have an X-ray on Qi Zishi.

"It's still the same on Saturday, teach the children to do their homework, and then serve the dishes!" Qi Zishi still didn't realize the seriousness of the problem.

"Hmph, it seems that you don't cry when you see the coffin!" Hu Wenhan said, throwing a photo on the table.

Qi Zishi picked up the photo suspiciously, and took a random breath of air—I don't know who was so bored and paid so much attention to her, and actually took a picture of her dancing with a little apple in a bunny girl's clothes, and what's more, the bunny girl's clothes matched that night The ambiguous pink lights don't look like a serious part-time job, especially the two balls of rabbit fur on the chest, which seem to tell all the audience: please pet, please shed hair...

Qi Zishi threw the photo back on the table, and said confidently: "Tell me who gave you the photo first, I will smash his body to pieces!"

"It's an anonymous letter. It was sent directly to me. It contains nothing but photos. However, I think this person's motives are good. He wants me to warn you to rein in the precipice and return to normal life." Hu Wenhan's tone was as if Qi Zishi was already a sure-fire woman.