Chapter 370

Fu Zhiyan stopped his work, picked up the document she had done and turned it over. His brow was almost tied. Put the paper on the desk, expressionless, "is that your summary?"

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Han Xiaoye was depressed by his attitude and didn't have a good face, "yes, what advice does the president have?"

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Han Xiaoye is really angry, slapped on his desk, "Fu Zhiyan, what do you mean?"

"The record is barely qualified, and I don't know what the summary is." He took half of the documents he had just read and looked down without looking at her. "Andy didn't teach you how to write a summary?"

Han Xiaoye clenched his fist, and finally could not help holding back the grievance of the whole day, "yes, he taught me. But I didn't receive the summary of previous meetings at all. It's my first time. Want to ask others, we are very busy, I do not know people, sorry to disturb others. Only their own Internet Baidu under the answer, groping to write. Yes, I may not write very well, but are you going to throw it directly into the garbage can? "

She sniffed and picked up the papers in the trash can. "I won't do it again! Why should I! What am I from your company? Have you paid me? Why should I listen to you? You said that if you let me be a temporary secretary, I will be a temporary secretary. If you let me rewrite the summary, I will rewrite the summary? "

Fu Zhiyan pursed his thin lips, "because I am..."

"Little uncle?" Han Xiaoye answered quickly. "I know you're my little uncle. Anyway, you're not my little uncle. You're either Professor Fu or the president of YG. In a word, it won't be me, just a man. "

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Fu Zhiyan put the document on his desk again, tensed his face, calmed down his mood, and was very alienated. "I put the things here, and I don't want to use them. There are so many Xueba in YG group. You can find any one who writes a summary better than me. I'm really not satisfied with what I wrote. Please ask someone to write a new one. Anyway, a lot of girls outside are looking forward to serving president Fu. "

"Han Xiaoye." When was Fu Zhiyan so alienated and perfunctory treated by her, plus the Ye Chen that she met before, the thorn in her heart plunges into her heart. There was a storm in his hawk Falcon's eyes. He restrained it and called out to the man who was carrying his bag. "Where are you going?"

"To Sichuan Tibet line!"

Fu Zhiyan's eyebrows suddenly jumped, "don't go!"

Bang.

The angry man left a stubborn figure for him and slammed the door out.

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Han Xiaoye angrily rushed out of the YG group and stood blankly on the street.

Standing for a while, she looked back at the high-rise buildings and the elites in and out, and her heart was blocked.

Although I knew that Fu Zhiyan would not catch up with him, no one could catch up with him, so I was lost. She clenched her teeth, dialed the telephone Ye Chen gave her professor Sam, stopped a taxi and went downtown.

After all, it's a treat for dinner, and it's a mentor plus foreign friends, so I can't take them to the roadside stall. not bad

It's the time for lunch. It's a famous shop, and many people come to eat. Rao is in the box, you can also hear the lively chat in the lobby, which is quite different from her cold here.

Han Xiaoye turns over her mobile phone, but no phone comes in. Her heart is cold. Press the name on the phone book, heart a horizontal press the delete key.

A dialog box pops up on the phone immediately, asking if you want to delete the selected number. She looked down for a few minutes, clenched her lower lip and pressed yes.

Telephone number

Just then.

The door of the box opened, and the beautiful waiter led the party in.

"Hi, Ono." man care

Han Xiaoye has not answered, someone has answered instead of her, "can she live a bad life? As for her character, it's better if she doesn't make trouble. What's more, she's making a lot of noise now, and some people are wiping her ass, so I guess she's even more unscrupulous. "

One of the foreigners in the same trade is guoyutong, who translates with Professor Sam with smile. It made people laugh.

Han Xiaoye gnashed his teeth and glared at the speaker, grinning his teeth. "Xueba, if you don't despise me one day, you will die?"

It's not who ye Chen is talking about.

Han Xiaoye turned his eyes at the once clean and beautiful boy, but now the clean man has no image, with a look of disgust, "and, how did you come here? I didn't say I'd invite you to dinner. "

Ye Chen consciously sat down and despised, "I'm afraid that with your IQ, you'll forget to bring your wallet, or the money has been stolen, or the money hasn't been lost, or someone has lost it on the way. Just in case, they came with the professor. After all, the professor went abroad with me, and the doctoral advisor always asked me to take care of my friends. "

"Can't you say a good word to me?" What's the shame of losing money? He almost said she was retarded. Han Xiaoye was so agitated by him that he was in a strange mood. He waved his hand and said, "waiter, bring two more menus."

"All right."

After a while, I got two new menus. More than a dozen people ordered the food they wanted to eat, and they began to chat in a lively atmosphere.

This time, all of the students who came with Professor Sam were masters of photography in Cambridge. This series is also their expected master's degree works. Most of them got to know Han Xiaoye because of Professor Sam. when they chatted with each other, many gentlemen pulled her in to chat with them.

Artists are mostly fanatical lunatics. Even at dinner, they often talk about art related topics.