Jiang Yaling, who was sitting next to her, couldn't wait to ask about her son.
"It has been added, but whether it passes or not is not my problem." Jiang Qi casually threw his phone on the coffee table, lay lazily on the sofa, and asked absently: "Mom, what are you doing with Aunt Song?
Are you best friends? The age difference between you is a bit big."
Jiang Yaling rolled her eyes and angrily yelled: "What Aunt Song? This is your Sister Song! She is only thirty-one, how come she becomes an aunt in your mouth?"
"no way."
"After all, seniority is there." Jiang Qi shrugged, and then asked: "How did you and Aunt Song meet? I heard Aunt Song said that you and her met in the hospital, and you made friends in the hospital because of your illness.
? Discuss each other’s condition?”
As soon as the words fell,
His thigh was slapped hard, and a crisp sound broke the atmosphere in the bedroom.
"Why are you making friends with illness? Do you, a brat, know how to speak?" Jiang Yaling glared at her son and said angrily: "Don't ask about whether there are so many. Anyway, your mission now is to give me the beautiful moon."
If you catch her and make her my daughter-in-law, you don't have to worry about other things."
Jiang Qi pursed his lips and said sincerely: "Mom, there are so many rich people in the world, why do you let me fall in love with your bestie? Besides, Aunt Song is already thirty-one. I have the energy to pursue her, so why not?"
It's better to find a girl who is in her prime."
"You know nothing!"
"Mei Yue is considerate and well-educated. She has such a dignified and virtuous image. How can those little girls outside compare to her?" Jiang Yaling said seriously: "Anyway, if you bring other women into the house, our mother-son relationship will be over.
"
for a time,
Jiang Qi was speechless. He was ready to end the relationship between mother and son. He felt that the relationship between mother and son between himself and his mother was thinner than a piece of A4 paper.
But to be honest, Song Meiyue's image is indeed a bit hard to extricate oneself from. I have only met her once, and her charming face, curvy body, and graceful temperament are constantly in my mind like a slideshow.
flashed by.
If you ignore the fact that she is his mother-in-law's best friend and that she is his immediate boss, these two fatal elements, Song Meiyue feels to her like the English teacher she was when she was a student, full of fantasy and beauty.
"Mom is going to take a bath first. Wait for Meiyue to apply for your friend. Chat with her more and care more about others. Apart from love at first sight, the rest is love over time." Jiang Yaling said seriously:
"Perform your performance well and don't let your guard down."
After saying that,
Then he went to the bathroom by himself, and Jiang Qi was the only one left in the living room.
However, in the face of his mother's advice, Jiang Qi didn't listen to a word. He held the back of his head and stared at the ceiling. Theoretically, Song Meiyue should reject his friend application, but it wasn't necessarily. Maybe because
In order to maintain the sisterly relationship with my mother, I reluctantly passed.
Sudden,
The breathing light on the mobile phone placed on the coffee table flashed.
Jiang Qi, who noticed this situation, picked up his mobile phone and took a look at the situation. Sure enough, the friend application was approved.
what to do?
Do you want a friendly opening?
So how should we call her? Aunt Song or President Song? Or Sister Song?
A moment of contemplation,
Jiang Qi held his mobile phone and edited messages.
Young Master Jiang: Aunt Song, I know you were forced to apply as a friend out of helplessness. Let’s just pretend that nothing has happened and we can be familiar strangers. What do you think?
After a while,
Song Meiyue sent her reply.
Xiao Yue'er: OK
It's very concise and clear, without any sloppiness, and one word goes straight to the center.
Jiang Qi was about to put down his phone when he suddenly received another WeChat message from Song Meiyue.
Xiaoyue'er: Come to my office tomorrow morning. I'm on the tenth floor.
Seeing this message from her, Jiang Qi felt something bad deep down in his heart. He sent her an 'Oh' and then locked the screen of his phone, staring at the ceiling above his head with melancholy.
.
tomorrow morning
Should I step in with my left foot or my right foot?
The next morning,
Jiang Qi arrived at the company building early. After punching in, he sat in his seat and used the work computer to check the list of senior executives within the company. Then he discovered Song Meiyue's basic information.
"No way?"
"In charge of human resources, finance and technology research and development?"
Seeing Song Meiyue's responsibilities within the company, Jiang Qi felt that his head was about to burst. However, what happened next shocked him even more, because he discovered that the chairman's surname was also Song, and he had never noticed this problem before.
Now it seems that the two people have a father-daughter relationship.
"Xiaojiang?"
"What a rare day today!"
A middle-aged man wearing glasses stood beside Jiang Qi with a smile and said: "You usually enter the company on the spot, but I didn't expect you to be the first one today. By the way, Xiao Xie invited you to go yesterday.
Why don’t you come for a late-night snack? Let me tell you, yesterday’s event was very good.”
This middle-aged man wearing glasses is Wu Zheng, the head of the technical department. He often wanders around various bathing centers and foot-washing cities with Jiang Qi and Xie Buchen. The three of them have a very strong friendship, and
As the supervisor, Wu Zheng would often invite the two of them to spend money.
"Why"
"Brother, I feel miserable!" Jiang Qi sighed and said to himself sadly.
"Well?"
"It feels like you are worried." Wu Zheng noticed that his good brother was a little worried, so he moved a chair to sit next to him and said seriously: "Speak out and I will analyze it for you."
Jiang Qi pursed his lips, turned to look at Wu Zheng, and asked: "If Brother Ang gives you two choices, one is to work hard, be self-reliant, fight for your dreams, and then become a master, and the other is to get married to a pretty rich woman."
, you have reached the pinnacle of your life, but you have to bear the title of son-in-law, what will you choose?"
"the second!"
Wu Zheng gave the answer directly without even thinking about it.
"ah?"
"Isn't it so direct?" Jiang Qi looked at him with confusion on his face.
"Brother!"
"Life only lasts a few decades, and every second you can be happy is a second." Wu Zheng said sincerely: "And you said she is a pretty rich woman. Her temperament, which has experienced the baptism of wind and frost, is simply incomparable to a little girl. I am
Without your conditions, if I were, I would still be working here? What the hell! I’ll go straight to heaven.”
As soon as the words fell,
Wu Zheng thought of something and smiled meaningfully: "You sound like you have an idea?"
"No."
"I, Jiang Qi, have always adhered to the principle of self-improvement and will never sell my soul." Jiang Qi shook his head, looked at the time, stood up silently, and said to Wu Zheng: "Brother Ang, I'm asking for half an hour's leave. I have something to do.
Needs to be dealt with."
After saying that, he left directly.
Looking at the back of his good brother, Wu Zheng couldn't help but frown, secretly cursing in his heart why Xiao Jiang was a bit weird today?
Jiang Qi had been standing in front of an office door for three minutes, staring at the door handle but not having the courage to hold it.
Although this is an ordinary door, you never know what you will get when you open it.
Take a deep breath, reach out and hold the door handle, and then press it gently.