Leng beauty accidentally bends vinegar essence

Xiaochen was hooked up by others

He Ling sat on the chair of the photography department with Erlang tilted up and directed the assistants to work. The sound of hurried footsteps came from far to near, and he knew who it was without looking.

"He sir, why did you cancel my filming?" Qi Dong stood still in front of him and asked dissatisfied.

"Why? Because your skills are not good enough." He Lingxian said it very easily and naturally, as if it should be taken for granted.

Qi Dong was puzzled: "But you said yesterday that I have made great progress and I am fully qualified for promotion."

"Huh?" He Lingxian was unhurried, and his contemptuous attitude made the person opposite him feel greatly insulted, "Really? Did I say that, I forgot."

Qi Dong frowned and said abruptly: "It's the company's decision to be a photographer. Why do you cancel the shoot if you say nothing?"

He Lingxian: "I'm the technical director, who has the final say if what I say doesn't matter?"

"You..." Qi Dong's chest heaved a few times, and he clenched his fists and wanted to beat him up, "I'm going to find the store manager, and vice president Duan to comment."

"Go! Vice President Duan is just here, hurry up, don't waste time, or you will leave later, and you won't see each other for ten days and half a month." He Lingxian didn't care at all, and didn't take it seriously at all.

His arm couldn't twist his thigh, and Qi Dong also understood that it would be of no benefit to him to offend him completely, so he forcibly restrained the indignation in his heart, and said in a compromising tone: "Okay, I know Director He, I will continue to work hard and study hard. "

"Very well, let's go!"

He Lingxian gave a disdainful snort towards Qi Dong's leaving figure, and he didn't know which nerve it touched the young master.

Ou Chen's day was very ordinary, without someone's harassment, even the work was much faster than usual, when he got off work at [-] o'clock and just walked out of the company gate, he saw Qi Dong who was sitting on the steps and meditating.

"Ou Chen," Qi Dong saw him standing up, and asked with a smile: "Going back? Let's take a company."

Ou Chen nodded, "Well, you will leave first after get off work, don't wait for me deliberately."

"I'm worried about being lonely on the road. I can still talk with you. It's okay to wait." Qi Dong said in a natural tone, and he had a good impression of Ou Chen.

"How does it feel to be promoted to photographer? Is it going well?" Ou Chen asked.

"Hey, don't mention it," Qi Dong became angry when he mentioned this, holding it in his heart for a day, and he found someone to complain, "I don't know how to offend He Lingxian. When I just went this morning, he thought I was not good at technology. Deferred by promotion."

"Huh?" Ou Chen was also quite surprised, "How could this be?"

Qi Dong clenched his fists, his teeth itching with hatred, "It's not that He Lingxian is bullying others, relying on his family's wealth and background to see him show off his wealth every day, and no one will pay attention to him. If he is not good at technology, I will Your efforts are all in vain, what?"

Talking behind his back and speaking harshly, Ou Chen was calm on the surface and extremely uncomfortable in his heart. Although he did not agree with He Lingxian's actions, overall he was already very good.

A young master who was born in a wealthy family and pampered himself, did not take advantage of his advantages to choose the most comfortable way of life, and came to work outside alone.

Starting out as an Apprentice Assistant and working your way up to the next level is something everyone can learn from.

Seeing that Ou Chen has been indifferent, Qi Dong may also realize that he was about to say the wrong thing outspokenly, and began to try to redeem: "I just complained, but in my heart I still admire Director He, I just want to fight for another five years." Even in eight years, he may not be able to reach his technical level."

Ou Chen had no expression on his face, and didn't really want to continue this topic. He raised his eyes and saw the shadow of the bus not far away, and said lightly, "The bus is here."

The two got into the car one after the other. There were still a lot of people during the rush hour, so they squeezed to the back and stopped.

He Lingxian had followed the two of them all the way since they left the company's gate. For this reason, he specially changed into inconspicuous shorts and a vest, with a peaked cap on his head, and a mask. He was sneaky like a thief.

Seeing that the bus couldn't keep up, he hurriedly stopped the taxi on the side of the road, "Master, follow the bus ahead."

He Ling gritted his teeth angrily, he said why Xiaochen ignored him, it turned out that he had a new love, and he was not so angry when he wanted to find a decent one, Qi Dong was dark, ugly and short, he had no money and had an impulsive personality , This is simply an insult to him.

I went to work together this morning and thought it was a chance encounter, and we got together again after get off work. This is obviously not the way for Xiaochen to go home. That bastard Qi Dong will not trick Xiaochen back to his home.

Soon the bus stopped next to a stop sign, Ou Chen and Qi Dong got off the bus one after another, and walked to the opposite apartment building at the same time.

He Lingxian's eyes were red, his veins were bulging, and his whole body was trembling with anger. His Xiaochen was so pure, lovely and beautiful, Qi Dong couldn't even compare to a strand of hair, why?

He suddenly raised his fists and hit the seat hard, his chest heaved violently, and it took him a long time to recover.

The driver in front of him was startled, and he didn't dare to disturb him. He waited until his mood calmed down before he tentatively asked, "Sir... are you getting out of the car?"

"Drive." He Lingxian closed his eyes and tried to restrain himself, "Go to Lan K."

If Ou Chen knew that he was so misunderstood, he would probably be so angry that he vomited blood.

He Lingxian didn't sleep well all night, his mind was full of pictures of Xiao Chen being bullied by Qi Dong, and he almost collapsed.

As a result, he was in poor condition when he went to work the next day, and his face was extremely bad. His colleagues thought he was sick, so they asked him about his health and concern.

At nine o'clock, the store manager is in charge of the morning meeting, and all employees must gather in the lobby on the first floor based on the department.

At the front are the sales department, make-up department, photography department, design department...

Today's morning meeting has one more content than usual, which is the final announcement regarding He Lingxian's beating of customers: all bonuses and commissions for this month will be deducted.

"Director He, do you have anything to say?" the store manager asked.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on him...

He Lingxian waved his hand, and was about to speak with a hippie smile, when he suddenly smelled a pungent smell, and his whole body felt bad for a moment, and subconsciously grabbed Lu Hengqi's arm beside him, "I... have no objection."

This smell quickly entered everyone's nostrils, and the store manager's face changed suddenly, and he shouted: "Who, who applied the essential oil?"

The whole company knows that He Lingxian is severely allergic to the smell of essential oils. Generally, as long as he is around, everyone pays more attention, and colleagues who have been with him for a long time simply don't use it in the company.

Everyone looked in different directions, but before anyone stood up, He Lingxian's whole body weakened, and he was on the verge of falling.

Fortunately, Lu Hengqi had quick eyesight and quick hands, and worked together with another photographer next to him to help him to the ventilated place at the door.

Sitting on the chair, He Lingxian was so uncomfortable that he slumped directly in front of the table, unable to exert any strength, not to mention his arms, he couldn't even lift his head.The whole face was washed like water, and the broken hair on the forehead was soaked.

Colleagues present rarely saw such a fragile He Lingxian. They were nervous, at a loss, and unable to help, so they could only stand around and worry about anxiety.

The author says:

Happy Labor day! !