C7 Why Did You Think of Calling Me

On Monday, Jiang Wenshu woke up early. She didn't have the habit of eating breakfast, so after washing up, she put on some makeup in front of the mirror, changed into a small suit, and put on a pair of flat shoes.

The pretty girl opposite the door yawned and went to the kitchen to get a drink of water. When she saw Jiang Wenshu dressed up, she smiled. "You're going to work on your first day?"

Jiang Wenshu replied, "Yes, I've brought the trash by the door with me."

The girl said there was no need for that, "Hurry up and go to work. I'll throw it away in a bit. Oh right, you don't need to wake up so early in the future. The bus will arrive in ten minutes from here to your company."

"How do you know where I work?"

"When you moved out that day, your resume was placed in the living room. There was a card for your company's HR manager on it."

This seemed to be the case. The name card was given to her by Teacher Zhou, who was Teacher Zhou's friend. She accepted the name card and did not use Zhou's face to make a phone call, thus forgetting about this after the interview.

It didn't matter if she was arrogant or fake. After entering society, she couldn't wait to use her strength to prove herself. If she could rely on herself, then of course she had to rely on herself.

No one could make her depend on him all the time.

A person popped up in her mind. She shook her head and her figure disappeared. The bus stopped right in front of her, and there weren't many people there yet. She found a seat by the window and sat down, feeling uneasy about the future.

She had just arrived and had some business to familiarize herself with. The supervisor did not assign her any work tasks, and after a day of work, she only felt relaxed and experienced quite well.

After work, she received a text message from Yu An asking when she had moved out of school.

She said two days ago.

There was no news on the other end. Soon, the phone call came in.

Jiang Wangshu turned off his computer as he plugged in his earphones to pick up the call. He walked out of the booth and asked, "What happened?"

"Where did you move to?"

She gave him an approximate address and said in a light tone, "My colleagues are all very good, and the working environment is also not bad. I'll be able to make money soon. Hahaha."

Fu Yuan, however, was very worried about her, "Who are the roommates?" Is the house safe? What about the security situation of the residential complex? "How far is it from the company?"

She didn't dare to tell all of these things to Fu Yunan. She was the one who told him everything. The first step, it was all up to her, and she didn't want to have the courage to leave the first step of his protection and his participation.

She was no longer a child. She had a sense of propriety and could take good care of herself.

"They're all pretty good." Jiang Wangshu smiled perfunctorily and once again changed the topic.

Fu Yuan remained silent for a moment before saying, "Give me the address, I'll go take a look."

Jiang Wangshu muttered as he refused, "Your roommates are all women, but you're a man. Is it appropriate for you to come?"

"I'll go downstairs."

"No need."

"Fu Yuan …"

Jiang Wenshu's voice came to an abrupt halt. On the other end of the phone, a brisk female voice was calling Fu Yuan's name.

She was stunned for a moment and clicked her tongue twice. "You go ahead. I'll call you back when I get off work."

"Send me your current address when you get back."

She was a girl who had just entered society. Her experience as a student wasn't enough to support her in facing the dangers of this society.

He quickly hung up and put his phone back in his pocket. He looked at his car and then at the red Martha. He took out a cigarette case and handed it to Yang Qing. "Not bad. Is Miss Meng satisfied?"

Meng Fan patted the front of the car and nodded. "Not bad. Very satisfied."

He said it was good as long as he was satisfied. He chatted with Yang Qing for a while, took the car keys from him and got on the car to leave.

Hello," Meng said as she knocked on the window. Her new hairstyle was the most popular air conditioner today. She wore a dress suit and was dressed like a professional woman. However, she had a pearl hairpin stuck to her temples.

Fu Yuan lowered the car window. "Is there anything else, Miss Meng?"

"I'll treat you to a meal." She half leaned against the window, her makeup was exquisite, flickering, and filled with anticipation. "Just be it as a friend. I just came back, so I'm not too familiar with this place. Do you have any good restaurant recommendations?"

"I still have things to do today." He raised his wrist to look at his watch and bluntly refused, "I'll treat you another day."

I will treat you to a meal another day. It's a common way of saying procrastinating. If we don't set an exact time, who knows when we'll have to wait?

Meng Fan was still smiling. He took out his cell phone from his bag. "Then I'll add you to WeChat. When you have time, you can contact me anytime."

In the rearview mirror, Yang Qing's mouth was so wide that it almost reached the back of his head. Fu Yuan couldn't refuse, so he could only take out his phone and add each other as friends before driving away. Meng Fan sat in the car and browsed through his Moments.

Fu Yuan drove on the road and randomly turned on two traffic lights. He put on his Bluetooth earpiece and dialed Ling Ling.

It took a while for the other side to quiet down. Ling Ling came out of the private box with the receiver held in hand. Seeing that it was Yu An's number, he was at a loss for a while before speaking, "Big brother, why did you remember to call me? What can I do for you? "