"Uh... Well, the results are clear at a glance. If everyone has no objections, this project will be handed over to Yu Qiao, and the others will cooperate."
Manager Sun was also surprised by the result.
In fact, he was also very interested in Mu Wanqing's plan. He originally thought that she should be ranked second. In that case, he would let her and Yu Qiao be responsible for the publicity of this project, just as a way of learning.
Unexpectedly, her colleagues unanimously rejected her.
Mu Wanqing was still immersed in the shock of being at the bottom of the vote, and had no reaction when she heard Manager Sun speak.
Unexpectedly, Yu Qiao stood up and said neatly: "Since I am responsible for this project, I will select the team members. Mu Wanqing, I like your plan very much. Let's talk about it later."
Before he finished speaking, his colleagues were startled and looked at Mu Wanqing, who had a very low sense of presence.
She was also overjoyed and looked up at Yu Qiao. She was stunned for two seconds before reacting. She quickly stood up and nodded: "Okay! Everything will be arranged by Sister Qiao."
Manager Sun smiled, very satisfied with the result.
When Mu Wanqing went to see Yu Qiao, the two made an appointment at the Terrace Garden Coffee Shop on the roof of the office building.
This is a place where employees relax, and many teams come here to have meetings and talk about work.
When Yu Qiao saw her, he smiled and nodded: "Sit."
Mu Wanqing put down the folder in her arms, sat down and said gratefully: "Thank you, Sister Qiao, for making me not so embarrassed."
Yu Qiao lit a lady's cigarette, exhaled gracefully and then said calmly: "What a shame, even fools know that your plan is better than those two old fritters."
"But my colleagues didn't approve."
"They're jealous."
"envy?"
"Yes..." Yu Qiao stood up and dusted off the cigarette, looked at her and explained, "There are many female colleagues in the department, so we are secretly competing with each other. You are so beautiful, you are married and have children, and you seem to be married well - —Who wouldn’t be jealous?”
Mu Wanqing panicked and looked uncomfortable, "How...how can you tell whether I'm marrying well or not?"
She thought her marriage to Wen Zhan had been found out.
Yu Qiao felt very strange and asked, "I don't know the price of the clothes and shoes you are wearing. Just the short boots on your feet are enough for you to work for two months, right?"
Mu Wanqing looked down at her shoes.
In a hurry to go out in the morning, she casually stepped on a pair of black short boots and ran away without paying attention to the brand she was wearing.
Now I lowered my head and looked at it, and realized that the short boots seemed to be new.
Thinking about it carefully, she remembered that the designer came to the house a while ago when the season was about to change.
I have been with Wen Zhan for more than two years, and it has always been like this - whenever the season is about to change, a designer will come to the house to take measurements for them.
Then after a while, tailor-made new clothes will appear in the cloakroom.
The same goes for shoes.
She estimated that the shoes she was wearing were newly made by designers this season. They were sent and put directly into the shoe cabinet, but she accidentally took them out and wore them today.
Uncomfortably hiding her feet, she lied: "These... are all fake, high imitation, not expensive."
Yu Qiao didn't believe it and said, "It's not cheap to be able to achieve this level of imitation."
Mu Wanqing didn't want to talk more about her private life for fear of revealing her secrets, so she had to open the folder: "Sister Qiao, let's talk about business. You said you like my plan, which part do you like?"
Yu Qiao also didn't like to pry into other people's private lives. Seeing this, she sat up, took her plan and read it carefully, and expressed her own opinion...
When the work chat was about to end, Mu Wanqing's cell phone rang.
She took it out and looked at it, her face changed slightly.
Brother Zhou!
"Sister Qiao, let me answer the phone." She stood up and said apologetically.
Yu Qiao nodded, stood up and said, "I've finished speaking. You can think about it again. I'll go down first."
Mu Wanqing nodded repeatedly, and after watching Yu Qiao leave, she answered the call: "Hello, Brother Zhou."
Zhou Yiru asked with a gentle tone and a warm smile: "Xiaoqing, are you busy and disturbing you?"
"No, no." She also laughed and explained, "I just came out to work recently, and I was just chatting with my colleagues about something, so I was late."
Zhou Yiru was surprised, "Are you at work?"
"Um."
"Is it convenient to come out and sit down?"
"Today...I'm afraid I don't have time. It's almost time to get off work. I have to go back quickly."
Zhou Yiru didn't ask why he was in a hurry to go back. He was silent for a moment and asked: "What about that weekend? Are you free? I want to go back to Xu Zhen for a visit, but I haven't been back for so many years that I can't even remember the way. I want to invite you to come with me... lead the way."
Speaking of her hometown, Mu Wanqing also missed her. She replied without much hesitation: "Okay, okay! I haven't been back for almost two years, so we just happened to be together."
This is the truth.
After her grandparents passed away, she returned to her hometown less frequently.
Except for the anniversary of the death of her grandparents and father every year, and the Tomb Sweeping Festival, she basically never goes back.
For more than a year, due to pregnancy and childbirth, she was heavy and inconvenient, and Wen Zhan couldn't accompany her, so she didn't dare to bother.
A few days ago, I thought about finding time to go back and tell Grandpa that they had given birth to a baby and became a mother. The plan has not yet come true, but I didn't expect Brother Zhou to come back.
It’s best to have someone to hang out with.
Zhou Yiru was also very happy: "Saturday or Sunday? It's your time."
"Saturday."
"Okay, I'll contact you on Saturday."
"Um."
After hanging up the phone, Mu Wanqing immediately looked forward to Saturday.
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On the way home from get off work, she took a nap on the subway and accidentally fell asleep.
When she walked out of the subway station, she reached into her coat pocket to get her mobile phone. She couldn't find it no matter how hard she tried, and she suddenly panicked!
Not in my pockets, not in my trouser pockets, not in my bag.
She stood on the street, at a loss. Her eyes turned red when she thought that her phone had probably been stolen.
After being depressed for a while, she returned home listlessly.
As soon as he entered the house, Wen Zhan's anger fell like a torrential rain: "Mu Wanqing, is your mobile phone a decoration? I called you five or six times, why didn't you answer it?"
She raised her eyes and looked at the man with a gloomy expression. She was silent for two seconds before saying, "I lost my phone."
"Lost?" Wen Zhan was surprised.
"Maybe it was stolen... Anyway, it's gone as soon as you get off the subway." She was in a bad mood and spoke very sadly.
First, I feel distressed when I lose my mobile phone and have to spend money to buy it again.
Secondly, there are many photos and videos of babies on the mobile phone, which are extremely precious records.
Wen Zhan saw her eyes were red and her attitude had changed a lot for no apparent reason. He took a step closer and frowned slightly, and comforted stiffly: "If you lose it, just throw it away. I will buy you a new one tomorrow."
She opened her big watery eyes, looked at the man eagerly, and said, "I don't want a new phone... Can you help me get my phone back?"
Wen Zhan looked at her sad look as if she had been abandoned, and his heart suddenly softened, and he couldn't say no.
"You go wash up and get ready for dinner. I'll make a call."
Knowing that he had agreed, Mu Wanqing instantly became energetic: "Thank you, I'll go right away."
She took a deep breath, cheered up, and quickly went upstairs to take a shower and change clothes.
When she came down again, she saw that Wen Zhan was still on the phone in the side hall, sounding like he was communicating with the police.
She stood aside, waiting for the man to finish the call, and asked expectantly: "Can you find it?"
