Chapter 1772

Su Haofeng said: "after Weiwei's promotion, her cultural level is also increasingly bullish, and her speaking is becoming more and more level."

"Brother-in-law, you are making fun of me, too."

Su Haofeng smiled: "it doesn't mean that, but it's also a sincere hope. After all, the position of store manager is above several people. You can't be as casual as before. You really need to learn to improve your business level."

"I see. Thank you brother-in-law."

Ye Jia nodded: "it seems that you should have been entrusted with a heavy responsibility for a long time. Suddenly, I found that when I became a store manager, I grew up to be sensible."

Ye Weiwei blushed: "you make fun of me and bully me. I don't want to treat you."

"OK, today is my meal." "Congratulations on your promotion," ye said generously

"Then I'll thank my cousin first." Ye Weiwei said with a smile.

"Here, have a drink first." Ye Jia tilts up her glass and says with a smile.

"Well, cheers."

A group of people clinked their glasses, and Su Haofeng finally offered to send Ye Weiwei back, but ye Weiwei said, "don't use it. You've all had a drink. Find a substitute driver. I'll just go back to the subway myself. It's close to where I live."

Ye Jia praised: "I'm really grown up. If I do well in this way, I can consider matching a car for you later."

"Really, I'll thank my cousin first. It's up to me. I can't go back."

"It depends on your performance." Ye Jia leans.

"Well, I'll go first. Be careful when you go back."

There are not many people on the subway in the evening. After getting on the train, ye Weiwei has a seat to sit down. When she rummages for a tissue in her bag, she accidentally turns over the pen again.

I didn't expect that ye Fei, such a trendy person, would still use something as old-fashioned as a pen. In Ye Weiwei's impression, it should be something that cultural talents like. It's written with a beautiful small seal or a small regular script. It's wearing glasses, with a gentle face, and it's a collection of books at home. How can it not match Ye Fei's idea? But it seems that the pen is often worn, not like it is He used it to pretend.

I still remember that he asked her to put the pen back on his desk, but the next morning, there were many things in the store. When the salary of the store manager needed to be increased, but the corresponding responsibility also became heavy. She didn't want to be honest when she was just in office, and she was really not familiar with the business, so she did everything by herself and tried to adapt as soon as possible. When she was free and could drink tea, It's past the meal.

There is a canteen in the shop. The food is not bad, but there is no food at this time.

She touched her stomach, which was very uncomfortable. She didn't eat for a long time. It seemed that she didn't listen to her hands and feet. She decided to return her pen to Yefei's office first, and then go to the bar to find something to eat.

Come to Ye Fei's office, only the finance department is busy in the office.

She asked, "is Ye always in it?"

"Haven't come yet. Do you have something to look for him?"

"No, I just came to return something."

Financial nodded: "then you go in, the door is unlocked."

"Good." Push the door to enter ye Fei's office. The decoration is simple and luxurious. It doesn't match his own image. It should have cost a lot of money for designers to design.

She put her pen on his desk, and without stopping much, she went out. But when she got to the door, the door was pushed open from the outside. She had to step back and meet the people outside.

It was Ye Fei who came to work bleary eyed.

Seeing ye Weiwei in it, he was also shocked. But when ye Weiwei saw him like this, he could not help sneering at him: "boss ye, you don't see what time it is now. You come to work and don't say it. You still don't wake up. Are you going to be a thief every night?"

When ye Fei heard the words, he grinned with a wicked smile: "don't Ye shopkeeper know what it's called a midnight snack worth a thousand gold? It's a pity that such a beautiful day will be used for sleeping."

"You --" Ye Weiwei is immediately angry blush, "don't want face!"

"I don't want to be ashamed. Why are you blushing? Why are you in my office? I have something to do."

"Return your pen." Ye Weiwei said angrily, "and I seriously doubt whether the pen is yours. Do you look like you can use a pen at all?"

"Don't I look like a pen user?"

"Not at all."

"Then you are wrong." Ye Fei pointed to a pair of brush words hanging on the wall and said, "do you see that word?"

There is only one big forbearance character on the big rice paper, and there is no sign or seal. It can't be seen who wrote it. But the pen is hard and powerful. Ye Weiwei doesn't know calligraphy, but he also knows that the calligraphy skill of this character is good. It must have been practiced. Maybe it comes from a famous man.

"I see. What do you think? Do you want to tell me that it was written by you?" She gave a sneer.

Ye Fei nodded: "yes, I didn't write it. Is it difficult or you wrote it?"Ye Weiwei is still sniffing: "do you think I'll believe it if you say that? Don't put gold on your face. You are good at drilling into a woman's arms. I won't believe this."

"Don't believe it? Come on, I'll show you. "

Unexpectedly, he dragged Ye Weiwei back to the office and took out the four treasures from the desk drawer.

Yes, four treasures of study. He even had this thing in his desk. To be honest, at this moment, ye Weiwei really believed it.

Spread out the rice paper, and ye Fei said, "come and grind ink for me."

Ye Weiwei came to him and silently studied ink in the inkstone for him. Ye Fei smiled: "today, let's see what it means to look down on others. Let's talk about it and write about it."

"Write whatever you like."

"What are you going to do if I write it out."

"What can I do? I didn't ask you to write it. Then don't write it well." Ye Weiwei put down her object and was ready to leave.

Ye Fei stops her: "Hey, since this is the case, I have to write more, you look at it well."

He took up the brush, looked at her, dipped it in ink, and then waved it with a big stroke, which meant to scold Fang Qiu. The writing was clean and neat, without any drag. He wrote a kind of forbearance like the wall.

At this moment, all the questions are gone. She does not admit it and must admit it. He writes in a handsome manner, much more handsome than usual.

"Well, I have nothing to say." He put down his pen and began to look like a charlatan again.

The worship in yeweiwei's eyes also disappeared: "I didn't say I didn't believe it. You have to show off. I went to work and you can play by yourself."

"Wait a minute, Manager Ye. On the first day of your new official's appointment, my boss is here. I still need to pay attention to how I feel. Do you think I'm very happy when I'm under ten thousand people?"