Chapter 552

Thinking of Shu Qi's various practices, Ouyang Jin suddenly felt that the woman's plan was too heavy. An idea flashed through Ouyang Jin's mind. Ouyang Jin parked his car on the side of the road.

Recalling all kinds of things, Ouyang Jin, who calmed down, always felt that there was still a problem with the child in Yan Nuoqi's stomach. Why did he stubbornly suspect that Yan Nuoqi had something to do with Liu Feng? Why do you believe that the child in Yan Nuoqi's belly is Liu Feng's?

All the questions finally point to Shu Qi. Just because Shu Qi is Yan Nuoqi's good friend, now think about it. If all this is overthrown, the last thing exposed is Shu Qi, Yan Nuoqi's best friend at that time.

Contacted a private detective. Ouyang Jin asked someone to check the child in Yan Nuoqi's stomach again. He wanted to see who it was.

The private detective contacted is a little embarrassed. It's been so long that it's difficult to find out. The implication is to charge more money.

Ouyang Jin doesn't care about the money. He just needs to find out whose child Yan Nuoqi was pregnant with.

Ouyang Jin closes his eyes and leans back on the chair behind him. Even if things are found out, what can he do? If the child is his own, how should Ouyang Jin face it?

Contact the company's chief financial officer. Shu Qi, as an assistant to the president, used to contact everything. Now I suddenly received a phone call from the president in person, which surprised the CFO.

"Now come to the company and find some effective and reliable employees in your department. According to the standard of overtime pay, I'll give you five times more. " After hanging up the phone, Ouyang Jin drove back to his company.

Ouyang Jin came to the company. Several people have come from the Ministry of finance of the company. Seeing Ouyang Jin Lai, they got up one after another: "president."

It's absolutely important to call them here so late, and it's five times the overtime pay.

As soon as Ouyang Jin entered the house, he went straight to the theme: "check all the accounts handled by Shu Qi in the last five months."

"Five months, all?" The CFO is a little embarrassed. However, he had thought that today's task would not be too easy. Fortunately, he was prepared in his heart. Now he would not be too surprised.

Several people quickly turned on the computer and began to query Shu Qi's accounts in recent months.

It took a night for several people to find out Shu Qi's menstrual expenses one by one before dawn. The financial controller looked at the display on the computer and printed the document. He took the sorted documents and handed them to Ouyang Jin: "president, I found them all."

Ouyang Jin took the documents in each other's hands and scanned them column by column. Almost every pen showed signs of moving privately.

Looking at the poor complexion of his president, the financial controller tried to reduce his sense of existence for fear that his anger would affect him.

Ouyang Jin put down the material: "wait... Five times the overtime pay, go back and add it yourself. It's hard for you. "

The financial director withdrew, leaving Ouyang Jin alone in the room. Sitting on the president's sofa, it was foggy and it was almost dawn.

At eight o'clock, all the employees of the company went to work. Ouyang Jin chose a man as his new assistant among the young talents newly selected by the company.

When Shu Qi came to the company and saw a strange man sitting in her seat, she already knew what had happened.

The qualification of boys entering the company is far less than that of Shu Qi. In addition, the other party has been Ouyang Jin's assistant for a long time. He can be regarded as his predecessor. At this time, seeing Shu Qi, the boy got up and shouted respectfully: "sister Shu Qi."

Shu Qi smiled: "I want to see President Ouyang. Please inform me."

The boy was not nervous: "the president has already said that sister Shu Qi can go in directly when she arrives."

"OK." Shu Qi nodded and walked into the president's office with her bag in her hand.

High heels make a pleasant sound when they step on the high-grade marble floor. Shu Qi came all the way from the door to Ouyang Jin's desk: "President Ouyang's efficiency is really fast. My former assistant has not received the resignation letter, and the new assistant to the president has taken office."

Ouyang Jin looked at Shu Qi coldly. In the past, he always felt that the other party was just greedy for money and was at least sincere to himself. Now it seems that everything is just a disguise. Ouyang Jin threw out the printed bill given to him by the chief financial officer this morning: "I wonder if the former assistant president can explain this bill to me."

Shu Qi didn't take the bill in Ouyang Jin's hand. She just glanced at it gently, and then smiled: "I can take out the contract about each sum of money recorded above. Each copy of it is signed with your name as president Ouyang. I just did it according to your instructions."

Ouyang Jin looked at Shu Qi coldly. At this time, the other party's smile was only four words in his eyes: "snake and scorpion heart".

Without looking at Ouyang Jin's expression, Shu Qi took out the printed resignation report from her bag: "this is my resignation letter. Have a look. You have a new assistant anyway, and I'm useless here. "

Ouyang Jin opened Shu Qi's resignation letter for a very aboveboard reason. Ouyang Jin was stunned: "are you pregnant?"

"Yes, we're going to get married in a few days. President Ouyang will be there at that time." Shu Qi smiled.

Ouyang Jin didn't know what kind of expression he should have now: "congratulations."

Let Shu Qi leave. Ouyang Jin locks himself in the room. There were so many things that he couldn't accept it.

He took out his mobile phone and slid it back and forth on the contact. Looking at the phone number in Yan Nuoqi's column, Ouyang Jin struggled for a long time and didn't dial out.

In the room, Yan Nuoqi packed her things. When she came, she only brought a suitcase. Now when I move out, I just have a suitcase.

An Zichen also asked for a day off to help Yan Nuoqi move. Yan Nuoqi put her luggage in the trunk of an Zichen's car and the two left the villa.

Yan Nuoqi sat in the car and looked at the scenery outside the window: "in fact, the villa is yours."

An Zichen looked at Yan Nuoqi beside him in surprise: "how do you know?"

Yan Nuoqi smiled and didn't speak. She knew all the friends around him. Who can afford the villa here except himself.

No matter how an Zichen asked along the way, Yan Nuoqi didn't talk.

The apartment building rented by Yan Nuoqi is not far from an Zichen's house. It's only twenty minutes by bus. An Zichen helped Yan Nuoqi take her suitcase upstairs: "you might as well move directly to my house."

Yan Nuoqi said, "don't live with you."

While talking, the speaker has already reached the upstairs. When you open the door, you will find all the furniture inside. It belongs to a house where you can live with your bag.

The landlady is a 50 year old woman. Her husband died a few years ago. She has a son in his twenties who works in a large company.

Yan Nuoqi looked at the environment inside and asked an Zichen to send the suitcase to the bedroom.

"Don't clean up. Let's go out for a meal first." Yan Nuoqi picked up an Zichen who was carrying a suitcase from behind: "I'm hungry."

Yan Nuoqi's breath blew behind an Zichen's ear, which made an Zichen itch: "OK, let's go to dinner."

The two closed the door and planned to go out for dinner. As soon as they went out, they saw the landlady coming back. They saw Yan Nuoqi say hello to her: "go out."

"Yes." Yan Nuoqi replied.

Yan Nuoqi has just come here and is not familiar with the surrounding environment. Sign an Zichen's hand and stroll downstairs: "I don't know which one is delicious."

A shop with chic decoration suddenly appeared in sight. Yan Nuoqi pulled an Zichen's sleeve: "let's eat that."

Before an Zichen could see the sign in front of the store, Yan Nuoqi had already pulled him in. At 1:30 p.m., there were not many people in the shop, but it was quiet.

"How do you like eating these things?" An Zichen looked at the food patterns hanging on the wall of the room. Spicy hot again

"Try something fresh."

After a few minutes, the spicy hot of the two people had been brought to the table. Yan Nuoqi couldn't wait to clip a meatball: "not bad."

An Zichen looked at Yan Nuoqi who was eating silently and shook his head spoiled.