No matter how she looked at it, Qiao Wan felt that the word "Mr. Song" was too alienating, so she simply deleted it.
Song Jinnan replied with two words in seconds: It's up to you.
In fact, what she cared about was not breakfast, but wanting to play a good relationship card with Song Jinnan.
She is a novice in the kitchen, and cooking is easy.
White water eggs, slices of bread and a glass of milk will make it delicious.
She made an appointment with Gao Bo yesterday afternoon. She and Director Zhang are going to the Bureau of Culture and Tourism today.
When she scanned the QR code to pay the fare at the entrance of the Cultural Tourism Bureau, Qiao Wan looked at the bank card balance that popped up and felt very sad.
Since her car was rear-ended, she has been taking taxis instead, which costs more than maintaining a car.
Her monthly salary is pitiful, and she is ready to stay away from the "night" completely. She can only meet her daily expenses by finding a part-time job that pays quickly.
"Wanwan is here."
Zhou Ting'an's greeting interrupted her thoughts.
She turned around quickly and saw Zhou Ting'an getting out of a black car.
Zhou Ting'an has impeccable facial features and figure. Today he wore a dark jacket and white shirt with good quality. He is handsome and gentle.
"I made an appointment with Gao Bo yesterday." Qiao Wan replied quietly.
Zhou Ting'an's eyes quickly slipped from her body, "I have two meetings to hold today, so I can't keep you company."
She didn't even raise her eyelids, "Director Zhang, Gao Bo and I don't feel comfortable with you following us. You go and do your work and don't worry about us."
At this time, employees from the Cultural Tourism Bureau who came to work passed by the two of them one after another, and each of them greeted Zhou Ting'an politely.
Qiao Wan didn't want to take an elevator with Zhou Tingan, so she deliberately quickened her pace to distance herself from him.
"Wanwan." Zhou Ting'an called her name in a deep voice, "come to my office."
She was stunned and couldn't think of anything to say to Zhou Ting'an.
"There is something very important that I must tell you." Zhou Ting'an's face became more solemn.
She believed that she didn't have much interaction with Zhou Ting'an. Zhou Ting'an would probably say something she didn't want to hear, so she refused directly: "If you have anything to say, let's talk here. I won't go to your office."
Zhou Ting'an's life has always been smooth, and he is rarely rejected by others. He immediately darkened his face and said, "There are people coming and going here. If you don't want outsiders to hear about it, come to my office immediately."
After much consideration, she followed Zhou Ting'an into an independent office on the sixth floor.
Zhou Tingan closed the door first, then took out a light yellow envelope from his pocket and put it on the table.
"This is?"
She picked up the envelope and saw that the words on it were printed, and the recipient's name was Zhou Ting'an.
Zhou Ting'an poured a glass of water for her and put it on the table, "This morning, you were reported anonymously."
She gasped!
He took out two pieces of thin letter paper from the envelope and breathed a sigh of relief after reading them.
When she heard that she was reported, she thought that her part-time singing job at night was revealed. In fact, it was said that she used her beauty to seduce Song Jing, and Song Jing spent money to hire a large number of trolls to speak for her on the Internet, making her Be popular.
The informant focused on her character, saying that her style was unscrupulous and her moral integrity was not up to par. If the TV station dared to reuse her, they would expose the bed photos of her and Song Jing, and then the whole network would be destroyed.
Qiao Wan was very calm because there was no one with anything shady between her and Song Jing.
"You must tell the truth to me, have you ever -" Zhou Tinggan looked away from her, his voice dark, "Bed photos?"
"No." She straightened her back and blushed, "Song Jing has never touched me."
Zhou Tingan's eyebrows immediately widened, "I believe you, Wanwan. I will handle this matter, and you can just pretend that nothing happened."
"Song Jing and I have nothing to do with each other. Since I have been reported, just follow the normal process. You don't have to put pressure on me."
After all, she didn't want to owe Zhou Ting'an any favors.
"I am sensible." Zhou Ting'an took the letter out of her hand, put it in the letter and sealed it in the drawer. "From now on, no matter who asks you, just say you don't know."
She knew she couldn't convince Zhou Ting'an, so she just wanted to escape quickly, "Gao Bo should be here, I'll go and get busy first."
"Go." Zhou Ting'an nodded, already thinking about how to deal with this matter.
Qiao Wan believed that the Qing Dynasty would self-qing Dynasty and did not take this matter to heart.
When they met Gao Bo, director Zhang Yi also came, and the three continued yesterday's topic to discuss the topic of the show.
At noon, they had a working meal at the Bureau of Culture and Tourism and got into work without taking a break.
To Qiao Wan's relief, Zhou Ting'an didn't show up all day long.
When leaving the Cultural Tourism Bureau, Zhang Yi said he could give her a ride, but she declined and walked to the nearest bus stop.
At this point, Song Jinnan was most likely not off work yet. Before she found a new part-time job, she wanted to increase revenue and reduce expenditure, so whatever she could save would be enough.
Because she wanted to control her weight, after arriving at Jiuheyuan, she only found some green leafy vegetables in the refrigerator to cook, and added a small bottle of yogurt for dinner.
She deliberately found a stylish plate, adjusted the angle, took a beautiful photo and sent it to Song Jinnan.
After waiting for ten full minutes, Song Jinnan did not respond.
She was a little disappointed and finished her low-calorie dinner while scrolling through her phone.
Back in the bedroom, the bare window sill and desk made her realize that she had been so busy these past two days that she had forgotten to buy succulents and green plants.
Checking the time, it was only half past seven, so she found a pair of flat shoes to change into and go downstairs.
There was a flower supermarket opposite Jiuhe Garden, and she was going to choose some green plants and discounted flowers to decorate the bedroom and dining room.
The vegetation in Jiuhe Garden is very good. Qiao Wan walked and felt the cool breeze, just like wandering in a natural oxygen bar, which was very pleasant.
When the call rang, she thought it was Song Jinnan and hurriedly pressed the answer button without even looking.
"Is it Miss Qiao?"
A calm middle-aged woman's voice came.
As Qiao Wan said, "I'm Qiao Wan," she glanced at the screen of her phone. It was a phone number she had never seen before.
"I am Mo Qingli, Song Jing's mother." The woman said slowly, "Is it convenient for Miss Qiao now? I want to meet Miss Qiao."
Qiao Wan was suddenly speechless.
A while ago, she went to the Song family's old house with Song Jing. She saw Mr. Song, the third son of the Song family and Song Jinnan, but she did not see Mo Qingli.
Song Jing said that Mo Qingli was on a business trip in the capital and would introduce her to her when she came back.
Although she has never met Mo Qingli, Qiao Wan also knows the importance of this name in Jiangcheng's business world and the circle of rich and powerful people.
Less than a year after giving birth to Song Jing, Mo Qingli became a widow because her husband died unexpectedly.
Destiny played a big joke on Mo Qingli. She did not remarry. She passed the CPA exam in three years and became the financial director of the Song family.
In recent years, in addition to serving as the financial officer of the Song family, she also opened up her own health care products business in the capital, and her business was prosperous.
Qiao Wan heard colleagues making fun of the Song family more than once. What they commented on most about Mo Qingli was that no matter how powerful she was, she couldn't help Song Jing, who was like mud, up the wall.
"Miss Qiao, tell me your address. I have to see you today." Mo Qingli had a strong attitude and left no room for Qiao Wan to think.
Qiao Wan didn't want to see her, so she lied: "I'm not in Jiangcheng now, so I can't meet you. If you have anything to do, just say it -"
