100 ways to be a scumbag boss

"Hey."

Song Guizhou's original good mood stagnated: "You are."

"Jian Qizhao."

The voice on the other end of the phone was young and pleasant. He found fragments of impressions about Jian Qizhao from his memory storage. He was a descendant of the Jian family, a self-made man, the leader of Haishi real estate. He sat next to Yuan Dahai yesterday and was one of her predecessors.

"Huanhuan."

"Huan'er is booking a car with me. If you don't have anything to do, I'll hang up." Jian Qizhao didn't add any exaggeration. The more prosaic it is, the more it can irritate a man like Song Guizhou.

Song Guizhou is still domineering at heart and has a strong self-esteem, so when dealing with this kind of person, if you are anxious, he will not be anxious; if you are not anxious, he will be anxious.

Jian Qizhao's words would make Song Guizhou subconsciously feel that he was close to Huan'er, and he wanted to hang up the phone because he wanted to accompany her.

"Jian Qizhao, you'd better stay away from her."

His words were cold and frightening.

But Jian Qizhao chuckled: "In what capacity is Commander Song talking to me? If I remember correctly, Huan'er broke up with you yesterday, and I seem to have served as a witness."

"Dudududu..." The other party cut off the phone, and a trace of contempt flashed in Jian Qizhao's eyes. People who are too strong in relationships are easy to break!

Isn't that why I let these people take advantage of the situation one by one?

"Zhaozhao, come here."

Jin Huan called him.

"What's wrong?" Jian Qizhao put away his thoughts and walked over.

"She was the one who suggested that I get installment. I said to ask you."

Jian Qizhao gave the saleswoman a cold look: "This order has nothing to do with you, just go out and do your work."

The man suddenly turned pale.

Jian Qizhao first asked Jinhuan to take the full amount. The bank installment seemed easy, but for people with sufficient funds, there is no need to apply for installment, so why pay more interest.

This salesperson just wanted to take a commission, and he dared to do this under his nose. Jian Qizhao asked the staff here what the name of the salesperson was, then turned around and called the human resources department and asked them to prepare. After that person finished this month, he asked her to leave.

Pang Xiao had already checked that there was nothing wrong with the car, but Jinhuan threw him the key and asked him to drive to the store. Assistant Jian Qizhao drove the [-] Series with Pang Xiao and sent the car back.

"What about you, Miss Jinhuan? Do you need me to pick you up later?"

"No, I'll go back to the hotel later."

"Ok."

Jian Qizhao saved her so much money, she must treat him to a meal.

His Cullinan was a black car. I didn't like it at first, but after riding in it a lot, I seemed to get used to it. There were stickers and little flowers she put on the passenger seat.

"Why don't you clean these things up?"

It looked like it was done by a girl.

"You posted them all, I can't bear to part with them." Even when he lost that memory for no reason, he subconsciously didn't want to tear it up.

Later Jian Qizhao also went to see a doctor.

The doctor said he had selective amnesia. When a person is in too much pain, the brain will forcefully forget the source of the pain in order to protect the body.

It's a good thing that Jin Huan didn't hear this, otherwise he would have scolded the doctor as a quackery. This was clearly the love-living water your aunt exchanged with her tears for Mrs. Meng. Now you have selective amnesia, which is fucking outrageous. Open the door for outrageousness, outrageousness is home.

Jin Huan didn't answer. She never looked back unless the other party could have power again, but it was essentially impossible. After all, the men Shen Huan Zhu would react to usually had their yang intact and had slept with her. Yuanyang is also broken, so there will basically be no chance of lighting up Shen Huanzhu for the second time.

What we had was hot pot, with his own special ingredients.

But in the past, she was always tired of being around him, asking for this and that, but now she is eating quietly by herself.

Jian Qizhao felt a little sour in his heart, but he had no choice but to force himself to smile and talk to her several times.

After eating and shopping together, Jian Qizhao sent her back to the hotel.

She had just unbuckled her seatbelt.

Jian Qizhao stopped her.

"what happened?"

"I'm very happy today, but also a little unhappy. Can Huan'er give me a hug?"

"can."

She didn't hesitate, hugged Jian Qizhao generously, and patted his back gently: "Don't be unhappy. When you are unhappy, come to my store and I will treat you to hot pot. No." Collect money.”

Jian Qizhao was amused by her words and replied softly: "Okay."

"Okay, I'm getting off the car. You go back and rest early."

"I send you."

"Ok."

Unexpectedly, Jin Huan met Song Guizhou's cold eyes as soon as he got off the car. He seemed to have been standing here for a long time...