Jun Zetian, dressed in a long black windbreaker, strode over with stern brows and calm eyes: "Miss Song, long time no see."
He looked at Song's father in the ward, was silent for a moment, and said, "It seems that you are in a bit of a dilemma lately."
Song Lan rolled down his sleeves in embarrassment and used a thin sweater to cover up his body and mind that were riddled with holes.
She silently closed the door to the ward, not wanting anyone to spy on her father in the hospital bed.
"If Mr. Jun is here to laugh at me, there is no need. Mr. Jun and I have no enmity. If nothing happens, Mr. Jun, just leave."
Song Lan and Jun Zetian only met once at the Jun family banquet, and there was no special impression between them.
Naturally, she didn't expect Jun Zetian to have anything nice to say about her.
Jun Zetian raised his long eyebrows: "Who said I'm fine? Does Miss Song think I'm someone who will cause trouble for me when I'm free?"
Song Lan was speechless for three seconds: "I dare to ask, what is the purpose of you looking for me..."
Jun Zetian didn't beat around the bush, took out a gold-gilded business card from his arms and handed it to Song Lan.
"It's like this. Our Jun family wants to hire you as a member of the project department. I heard that Miss Song has been having trouble finding a job recently. Why don't you take a look at our Jun family."
Jun Zetian's business card is extraordinary. In the plain white atmosphere of the hospital, his business card seems to glow.
Song Lan was stunned for more than ten seconds before clenching his sleeves defensively: "Of course I believe in the strength of the Jun Group, but why did Mr. Jun choose me? As far as I know, there are so many talents who want to join the Jun Group that they can squeeze through
Head, although I am confident that I have the ability to do a good job, but in terms of reputation, I do—"
"We, the Jun family, don't care about reputation." Jun Zetian interrupted Song Lan lightly.
"As long as they are not cunning villains with a history of murder and arson, our Jun family can only admit them according to our ability. Besides, to be honest, this proposal was made by my mother."
"Mrs. Jun?" Song Lan called softly.
I thought of that kind and kind lady.
Jun Zetian nodded, narrowed his narrow black eyes, and spoke in a business-like tone, without any prejudice.
This made Song Lan feel a good impression inexplicably.
"I have investigated you and found that you are indeed as qualified as my mother said. Then I will make a special trip to deliver an olive branch."
Although Jun Zetian looked cold, his attitude was not contemptuous or contemptuous.
Song Lan thought for a while, took the business card, raised his head and said seriously: "Thank you, Mrs. Jun and Mr. Jun, for your trust. You believe in me, and I won't let you down. Today is already Saturday...next Monday
, I will go to work on time, okay?"
Seeing how neatly she agreed, Jun Zetian's lips finally showed a rare arc.
"Well, let's do it on Monday. Remember, if you are even one minute late at nine in the morning, you will be disqualified from applying for a job."
"Don't worry, Mr. Jun, I won't give up any opportunity."
Song Lan raised a confident smile and said calmly and calmly.
As long as there is a chance to climb up, she will never give up even if her palm is pricked and her body is covered in blood.
Her appearance was as delicate and fragile as precious porcelain, but she had such firmness that surprised Jun Zetian.
Jun Zetian's eyes flashed with admiration, and he raised his lips: "Then I'm looking forward to your performance."
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"Young Master He, this is a newly sent document from the project department. Regarding the cooperation with the Jun family, you need to personally review and approve it."
Zhou Qu walked into the office and placed a document in front of He Chaozhi.
He Chaozhi seemed as if he had never heard of it.
He stared intently at a thin photo in his palm.
The photo was only half the size of a palm, and there were still traces of being burned by fire, but he was able to save it.
It's not like he never thought about burning everything related to Song Lan, but he found that he couldn't do it.
Song Lan's scar has grown on his heart. It won't heal and he can only suffer from pain day and night.
Song Lan in the photo is cold and distant, like a flower on a high mountain that is too far away to be picked.
He Chaozhi raised the corners of his mouth and said in a low voice: "Song Lan, don't you regret it?"
Will you really not regret choosing to leave him?
It was clearly her who provoked him first, her motives were impure, and it was she who stabbed him in the heart first.
Why did he feel heartbroken when the woman slapped him in the nursing home and told him to get out?
This is simply unfair.
Zhou Qu lowered his head and did not dare to look at He Chaozhi's expression, but he knew that his young master was thinking about Miss Song again.
When his subordinates called to urge the contract, Zhou Qu cut it off and cleared his throat: "Mr. He, it's time for you to approve the documents. Jun's will go to negotiate in person in half an hour."
He Chaozhi came to his senses, put the photo in his palm, and picked up the contract coldly.
"Go prepare the car. I'll go to Jun's in a moment."
In a flash, Song Lan had been working at Jun's for three days.
Jun's people were indeed as Jun Zetian said, without prejudice and very kind to her.
Maybe it's because Jun's is famous for its charity, so the employees it recruits are also very harmonious and easy to get along with.
In the morning, Song Lan sent the documents from the project department to Jun Zetian's office as usual.
"Mr. Jun, the project department concluded the seminar just now and decided to expand the DC Financial Company's business to a few more points..."
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Jun Zetian's secretary said: "Mr. Jun, Mr. He is here to discuss the project with you."
Song Lan was stunned for a moment, then pinched the corners of the document hard with his fingertips, leaving a deep white mark.
Mr. He, is it He Chaozhi or He Mingchuan?
How could it be such a coincidence that wherever she worked, there were He family projects.
The He family's involvement... is too broad!
During the few seconds when Song Lan was secretly nervous, the man outside the door strode in.
Wearing a suit and leather shoes, he looked arrogant and pressed his thin lips into a straight line.
He Chaozhi casually glanced at the corner, and when he caught a glimpse of Song Lan's equally tense face, his dark eyes darkened.
"Song Lan?" He Chaozhi ignored Jun Zetian sitting in the center of the office.
After a few steps, he came to Song Lan and grabbed her slender wrist: "Why are you here?"
Song Lan was forced into a corner by him, and the work permit with the blue ribbon on his chest swayed slightly with the force.
He Chaozhi's eyes fell on her work ID, and he glanced at the words "Employee Song Lan" with a sarcastic smile on his lips.
"I really underestimated you, Song Lan. You are really capable. Last time it was Qin Haifeng, but this time it's Jun Zetian? You are so clever. In just a few days, you have climbed into the Jun family?"
Song Lan's wrist hurt when he pinched her, and her eyes were filled with moisture: "He Chaozhi, why are you so crazy? I'm working, please let me go!"
Jun Zetian didn't expect He Chaozhi to be so rude to women, so he stood up with a sullen face and stopped in front of He Chaozhi.
"He Chaozhi, please be respectful. Song Lan is an employee of our company, and he is not someone you can insult casually!"
Gentleman Jun Zetian grabbed Song Lan's other wrist through his sleeve and wanted to send her out: "Song Lan, you go out first, Mr. He and I will talk alone."
