Chapter 8

The kraft paper bag slid in front of Cen Qinghe, and the new and sharp corner of the bag happened to scratch the back of Cen Qinghe's hand. She only felt a stabbing pain in her hand. When she looked down, a red mark appeared. In a few seconds, the edge became swollen.

Eyebrow subconscious a Cu, originally ache, cen Qinghe looked up again, opposite the woman on the sofa still holding arms, a face who owe her appearance.

CEN Qinghe suddenly fire big, looked at her one eye, step is about to go to the door.

Seeing this, the woman immediately stood up, stopped Cen Qinghe's way, picked her eyebrows and looked at her: "let you take things away, can't you hear me?"

CEN Qinghe was the one who bothered others to yell in front of her when she grew up. She looked disgusted in her eyes. She said in a voice, "can't you hear me? I'm only responsible for delivering things. You don't want them. You give them back yourself. "

Say, cen Qinghe wants to bypass the person in front of. But the woman grabbed her arm, raised her chin and said, "who are you from shangshao city? When did you two hook up? "

"What's wrong with you? Pay attention to what you say CEN Qinghe frowned.

The woman sneered and continued, "why? When a third party gets involved in other people's feelings and exposes them, are you still angry? I'm afraid people say you don't want to do it. Do you want to build a memorial archway when you're mounting? "

Her words had already touched Cen Qinghe's head. Cen Qinghe immediately threw her arm. The woman was stunned and let her throw it. She staggered back two steps. She reaches for the table and stares at Cen Qinghe. Yu Guang catches a glimpse of the drink on the table, so she grabs the cup and raises her hand to Cen Qinghe.

CEN Qinghe didn't expect that she had this action. Although she hid, two-thirds of the whole drink was spilled on her face and body. At this moment, all the patience and self-cultivation are gone, a fire rushed to the top of her head, she lost her sense, staring at the opposite woman.

The woman was frightened by Cen Qinghe's momentum, but she couldn't stand in the same place and wait to fight. She had to wave her bag and try to start first.

It's not that Cen Qinghe looks down on her. How can he win a fight with 10 cm high heels? Her eyes show boredom and disdain, look at the neutral, a foot, directly kick in the woman's stomach.

She is wearing flat shoes, this foot kick is not light, straight women overturned to the ground.

The woman's "ah" screamed. Maybe her high-heeled shoes sprained to her feet, so she didn't stand up immediately. She covered her stomach. After a long time, she raised her head and glared angrily at Cen Qinghe. She stretched out her hand and pointed to her and cried: "you're dead, how dare you beat me?"

CEN Qinghe strides to her side. The woman's face changes and her shoulder shrinks.

Conveniently picked up another drink from the table, cen Qinghe stood in front of her, looked down at her, without saying a word, directly turned his wrist, a whole cup of iced coffee head down.

"Ah..." the screams of women filled the room.

And Cen Qinghe just said coldly: "I give you money to look up to you. If you dare to do it again, it's toasting instead of drinking. Don't say that I didn't warn you. Don't wait until you're out of money. You'll know what's not doing and you won't die!"

After that, she deliberately smashed the cup to the woman's side. The broken glass fragments were everywhere. The woman sitting on the ground was so scared that she screamed repeatedly.

With the orange juice on her face, cen Qinghe could see the large stains on her white T-shirt as soon as she lowered her head. Her mood suddenly became very bad. Before she left the club, she was always looked down and looked down at by people nearby.

Out of the door of the club, black face to the street, on the way, the mobile phone rang, is a strange number.

CEN Qinghe connected, inside came the familiar male voice: "I'm diagonally opposite you."

It's the voice of shangshao city. Cen Qinghe instinctively raises his eyes and looks across. The silver McLaren sports car is parked on the opposite street.

She did not say anything, press the hang up button, with a share of anger to the opposite.

When Cen Qinghe came to the opposite car, he didn't get on the bus. Instead, he stood by the door of the driver's seat and knocked on the window.

The window came down, revealing the handsome but angry face of shangshaocheng. She immediately glared at her eyes and said, "director of business, what I'm applying for in Shengtian is real estate sales, not Xiao saner Er Er Nai! If you... "

"It's also part of your future work."

CEN Qinghe's words haven't finished, see Shang Shaocheng suddenly from the window handed out a containing bank card of A4 paper.

CEN Qinghe is also curious, so he swallows the unfinished words back to his stomach.

She took a look, A4 paper top is a row of relatively large font, read: confidentiality contract.

The content of the contract is very simple. Shang Shaocheng hired her as his personal assistant. She helped him deal with some personal "affairs" and kept it secret. He offered her a separate salary and guaranteed that she would not worry about her formal job in Shengtian. That is to say, she won a golden rice bowl and a gold medal at the same time.

There are few words on the paper. Cen Qinghe almost finished reading it, but the contract came too suddenly, and she didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Sitting in the car, Shang Shaocheng looked up at her and said, "you can solve things much faster than I expected. I think you will be very suitable for this position."

What position? Help him deal with emotional disputes, and send people with money?

CEN Qinghe inevitably took a far-reaching look at Shaocheng.

And Shang Shaocheng showed today's first smile, arm out of the car, handed her a tissue, thin lips open, voice: "Miss Cen, I need your help."