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I feel a little queasy on the touch

Hospital.

When Su Xiaomi saw the warmth from her triumphant return, her eyes actually turned red.

With the same white shirt and tie, Wen Liang suddenly thought of Qi Ye …

True forgetfulness does not require effort.

In front of him, Zhang Liguo asked a certain question, and Qi Ye's image appeared in Wen Liang's mind. The moment he was distracted, he ignored Zhang Liguo's question.

Therefore, Wen Liang could only look at Zhang Liguo apologetically, "I'm sorry, Chairman Zhang. What did you just say?"

"When I said that Miss Wen's conditions were so good, for her to be hired as a receptionist, I'm afraid that it would be a waste of her talent!" Zhang Liguo said.

From Zhang Liguo's greasy smile, Wen Leng saw the deep meaning behind it. She asked Zhang Liguo back with a smile, "Then I wonder if there is a suitable position for me here, Chief Zhang?"

"It's like this. We still lack a personnel assistant who can work directly under my command. I only gave you this special chance because of Editor Su. Think about it … "

Without waiting for Zhang Liguo to finish his sentence, he looked at Zhang Liguo with a gentle smile and asked, "I wonder if Chairman Zhang can tell me the contents of the work?"

"About this..." Zhang Liguo's salted pig hand moved closer to the finger on the table and landed on the back of the hand, gently rubbing it.

Wen Liang took in a deep breath. After all, the job was done by Su Xiaomi, and if she stood up and slapped Zhang Liguo, he would be giving her too much face.

Thus …

"I'm sorry, Chairman Zhang. Your hands are too rough. It makes me feel a bit disgusted just by touching them."

After saying that, he withdrew his hand without leaving a trace, took out a tissue from his bag, carefully wiped his fingers, then stood up, turned around, and proudly walked out.

She was short of money, and indeed of work. For the sake of money and work, she could give up her self-esteem, but that didn't mean she didn't love herself.

Just as Wen Liang walked out of the magazine, a low-key white Jaguar stopped in front of her.