The eldest daughter is committing suicide, and the marriage partner comes to redeem her

"Is the person next to Assistant Mote a partner of the company?"

Vivian had already changed back into her eight-centimeter high heels, transforming herself into a cool female assistant in the workplace again. She had just put her car keys back into her bag, and when she heard the words, she looked towards the elevator, only to see Assistant Mott and a woman in fur walking into the elevator from behind.

The elevator door closed, revealing only a small half of the woman's face beneath her sunglasses; it was not clear.

"It seems that she is a daughter of an old friend of Mr. Pei. Assistant Mo will go and pick her up. Sorry, ma'am, I'm not sure where she came from."

Vivian did not lie. After all, the task of arranging the dance troupe for Qin Yushan was previously assigned to Assistant Mo. She joined the company later than Assistant Mo and had never heard of this woman.

I guess it’s not important.

Vivian said seriously, "Madam, do you want to check?"

Jiang Ruoli was amused by her serious look. He entered his fingerprint in the exclusive elevator and walked in with Vivian.

"Compared to investigating her, I think you have more important things to do right now."

"You say."

"Practice your driving skills on the weekend. Your driving skills don't match your face."

With her cool and indifferent face, Vivian should be the type who can drive at 130 mph without blushing or getting nervous. But she only likes driving at 30 mph.

Vivian's eyes flashed with uneasiness, and a blush slowly climbed up her face.

"..."

"Yes ma'am, I understand."

She forced Mo Ming to accompany her in driving practice on the weekend!

——｜｜

As she followed Assistant Mote forward, the uneasiness on Qin Yushan's face became more and more obvious, but underneath the uneasiness, there was also a bit of anticipation.

She hadn't seen Pei Zigui for a long time since graduation, and she only saw news about him occasionally, also through the Internet.

Even when she approached him for help, hoping that he could help her enter the ballet company, Pei Zigui only agreed indifferently and turned around to let the assistant beside him take full charge of her affairs.

In fact, at that time, Assistant Mott was just a small second assistant.

But so what, how many women don't even have the contact information of Pei Zigui's assistant. Facing Pei Zigui, who is cold and ruthless and aloof from women, she firmly believes that she is an exception.

She will definitely work hard to get better and better, keep up with his pace, and become a match for him.

During the past few years in the dance troupe, the confidence I had at the beginning had long been shaken to the ground, not to mention seeing the news that Pei Zigui was getting married.

She fled in panic and returned to her country like a deserter.

She would start over again and stand by Pei Zigui at all costs.

Feeling the gazes of the employees around her occasionally looking up at her, she tilted her neck and pretended to be calm and arrogant.

"Ms. Qin, please wait outside for a moment. I will go in and ask Mr. Pei for instructions."

If anyone can be put in, then why does he still want this job?

Qin Yushan didn't expect to be stopped even at the door. She was stunned for a moment, and then she smiled again.

"Assistant Mo, Zigui and I are so familiar with each other, do I need to report it as well?"

"The president has instructed that anyone entering, except the madam and the old man, must report."

Qin Yushan couldn't hold the smile on her face anymore. She clasped her red bag tightly with her fingers and said a few words: "Then go in quickly."

Assistant Mott knocked on the door, and a cold and familiar voice came from inside: "Come in."

Qin Yushan's face showed a hint of impatience. Just as she was about to reach in, Assistant Mo, who had just stepped into the president's office, turned around and pressed the close button next to him.

Isolation of sight.

"Boss Pei, Miss Qin is here."

Pei Zigui looked down at the document in his hand and signed without any pause.

"Didn't I ask you to send it back to the Qin family?"

Assistant Mott roared madly in his heart, who knows why this crazy woman insisted on coming to the company, after all, it was you who caused the trouble.

"Ms. Qin said she wanted to thank you in person."

"Tell her it's just a small favor, and I did it for Qin Zisen's sake."

Qin Zisen, the eldest son of the Qin family, and Pei Zigui can be considered friends. It's just that he was seriously injured in an accident a few years ago and was confined to a wheelchair, which was a pity.

Qin Yushan is Qin Zisen's sister, with the same father as her mother. As the illegitimate daughter of the Qin family, Qin Yushan was raised outside since she was a child. They found a nice way to describe it, saying that she was living outside before.

Qin Zisen felt sorry for his sister, so he sought the help of Pei Zigui to recognize her.

It was just a small favor, and since Qin Zisen had helped him before, Pei Zigui did not refuse.

Assistant Mott understood what the boss meant, which was to allow Miss Qin outside to go home.

"Okay, got it."

Thinking of something, Pei Zigui raised his head from the pile of documents, the curve of his mouth more obvious than before: "Is she home?"

She? There is only one person who can make President Pei ask this.

"I've asked Vivian to pick her up at the gym. Judging from the speed she's driving, the lady should be home by now."

Pei Zigui nodded, the smile on his face still there: "I'll ask someone to go to Manyun and pack a portion of Hong Kong-style mango sago."

Before going out in the morning, Jiang Ruoli asked him to bring it home after get off work, for fear that if he forgot, the squeamish guy would make a fuss for half a day.

"Okay, got it. Do you want something cold?"

The hot mango sago doesn’t seem to taste very good.

“Buy it cold and bring it to room temperature.”

"OK……"

Just as he finished speaking, the office door was pushed open from the outside. Assistant Mott was startled, thinking that Miss Qin couldn't wait to rush in.

Hearing the wanton footsteps, he felt a sense of security. Apart from Mr. Pei's little ancestor, there would be no other person.

"You're so good. Every time I buy something, you say it's only available at room temperature. Turns out you did it on purpose!" Jiang Ruoli glared at Assistant Mo angrily and punished him for his involvement.

"You too! You are helping the evildoers at such a young age! Next time I won't buy you a limited edition action figure! I won't even buy you any snacks!"

Special Assistant Mo almost knelt down, his eyes were filled with tears, and he just wanted to sing a song of Dancer's Tears on the spot. Who can understand the sadness of the special assistant!

"Madam, Mr. Pei is doing this for your health." He lowered his voice and blinked at Jiang Ruoli: "It's not room temperature, and there's a little bit of ice, just right~"

"Okay, I forgive you."

Jiang Ruoli wanted to say something, but Pei Zigui pulled him and held him on his lap.

"Buy him a limited edition action figure? When did that happen? How come I didn't know about it?"

The magnetic voice carried a chilling tone, and he glanced at the shivering Assistant Mott, as if he wanted to freeze him and throw him to Africa.

Jiang Ruoli hugged Pei Zigui's neck and sniffed, deliberately joking: "Assistant Mo, do you smell a sour smell? Husband, didn't you take a shower after working out this morning? Why does it smell sour?"

She whispered in Pei Zigui's ear: "Don't worry, I put together the figurine, otherwise it wouldn't be shipped directly overseas."

"Oh, I see."

Pei Zigui, who was coaxed, pinched the little troublemaker's chin and couldn't let go of the soft flesh. Just as he was about to kiss it, he realized that the annoying person was still standing there without knowing what was going on.

"Aren't you going out yet?"

Mo·Sad Dancer's Tears·The special assistant's legs trembled, and he boldly pointed to the documents on the desk.

"Boss Pei, have you signed this document?"

Jiang Ruoli pushed the man who was close to her back and twisted his thigh out of sight.

"Sign first, don't make Assistant Mott wait anxiously."

Mo·Dancing Girl Happy·Special Assistant: "Madam, I'm not in a hurry."

Pei Zigui lifted his eyelids and glanced at him calmly, silence was better than words at this moment.

"Okay, Mr. Pei, I'll leave right away!"

Assistant Mott turned around and took two steps when another woman's voice came from the door.

"Zigui."

Oh no!