The bereavement boss, he is crooked behind my back

Chapter 184 Xie Ji Has Overdrawn His Life
The meeting lasted until two o'clock in the morning.

Withdrawing the PPT, the man leaned over to organize the documents on the conference table.

The people who participated in the meeting dispersed one after another, and finally only one secretary was left leaning over: "Mr. Xie, I'll do the rest. You can just go back and rest."

In the past few months, Zhengqi Entertainment Co., Ltd. has faced unprecedented pressure from its peers.

Not only were many artists under the banner frequently exposed by a professional paparazzi, but the marketing methods in some aspects were also questioned by the public, and the reputation once fell to the bottom.

But what she knew very well in her heart was that Mr. Xie's greatest pressure was not this.

But -

Xie Shu, who just came to the meeting with the intention of caring about his brother's health, thanked the boss.

The recent turnover of Zhengqi Gaoshe Jewelry Company, which was taken over by him, was several percentage points higher than that of Zhengqi Entertainment Company.

Normally, this is simply impossible.

"Then it's hard work for you."

The tiredness in Xie Ji's brows and eyes couldn't be concealed, and under the strong Tuoba posture, the slight constriction of blood vessels issued a warning.

There are tidal pains in the head from time to time, and there will be a little tinnitus in the ears.

After several months of high-intensity emergency meetings, analysis and public relations, even if his body is made of iron, at his age, it will be difficult for him to sustain it as he did in his heyday.

"I'll call you the driver." As he spoke, the secretary had already dialed the number.

Her professionalism does not allow herself to waste a little extra time.

Three minutes later, the driver who had been waiting outside the office area appeared outside the meeting room.

Without further explanation, he spontaneously stepped forward to support Xie Ji who was leaning on the desk.

"I also ask Mr. Xie to rest in time after returning home," the secretary said with concern at the door, "the old saying is true, the body is the capital of the revolution."

At the age of less than 40, it should be the best among people, such as plum, orchid, bamboo, chrysanthemum, maple, and pine among things.

But Mr. Xie, who was under tremendous pressure, had already begun to overdraw his own life.

She saw this in her eyes and felt uncomfortable in her heart.

After following him for so many years, she knew that if he went on like this, sooner or later his body would turn red.

Xie Ji stopped slightly, and handed her a faint smile, "Okay."

Go down to the parking lot and find the car.

The driver helped adjust the car seat for Xie Ji to lie down on, then sat back in the front seat and started the car, ready to send him back.

But when the car just got out of the parking lot, there was a sudden vibration from the phone in the back seat.

He glanced at the front-view mirror, and saw his boss picked it up casually, pressing his temples without even looking at the name: "Hello...well, I see."

Ten seconds later, a new instruction sounded from behind: "Go to Qing Yun's private residence."

"Okay." The answer sounded, but his heart was heavy.

As for the boss and his girlfriend, he always felt that the two were incompatible, not so much as boyfriend and girlfriend, but as a partner.

But now that this point has passed, it's either to cope with something, or something happened to Miss Zhou.

After turning on the right turn signal, he stepped on the accelerator and started to speed on the almost deserted lane.

So in less than 10 minutes, he stopped the car: "Mr. Xie, we are here, you can go up and rest."

Xie Ji raised his eyelids reluctantly, hummed, and strode down with strength.

It's just that at the moment when I straightened my body, I felt a little dizzy.

So under the protection of the night, he relaxed his body a bit, and his always perfect back unexpectedly gave him a feeling of walking alone.

But when he switched on the intercom in the villa, he returned to his usual graceful and gentle appearance.

The door was quickly passed, and he entered the living room to change his shoes at the entrance.

The villa has not changed for several years.

The clear architectural lines and polished cold tiles do not give people any feeling of home at all.

But this time, something is a little different.

The hostess of this villa is lying on the glass table in the living room and getting drunk.

The two bottles of red wine next to him have already been drunk.

There is still half a bottle, which is dripping on the tiles, and it is a glass-like crimson.

"Qing Yun?"

Hearing someone calling, Zhou Qingyun poked her head out from the crook of her arm, her cat's eyes curved slightly: "Why are you here?"

"Your assistant, Xiao An, said that you will drink red wine as soon as you come back. No matter how much she persuades you, it will be useless." He picked up the poured red wine bottle and put it back on the glass table, warming his pulse.

She giggled, uncharacteristically childish: "No wonder I couldn't drive her away no matter what I did before, but she just left after making a phone call by herself, so she called you over."

"She is also worried about you. I heard that you have a commercial to shoot at 08:30 tomorrow."

"Oh...advertisement," Zhou Qingyun flicked her five scallion-like fingers, looked at it again and again, "What is an advertisement? Can I get rich if I shoot it, can I buy a lot of things, can I Make everyone think highly of me?"

"Qing Yun..." Xie Ji sighed, sat on the sofa and covered her with a thin blanket, "You are drunk, go to sleep."

"Am I drunk?" She pinched her nose and touched her eyelids again, "Then are my eyes and nose also drunk? Can I throw them away and find them again?" Come to my old two."

"Plastic surgery is irreversible, and you will never be able to get back your original appearance."

"Can't find it?" The tip of her nose was already red, and she couldn't tell whether it was due to external force or internal materials, but she looked innocent and seductive, "Yeah, I can't find it, and I don't want to go back. Well, don't go back."

The foreword does not match the afterword.

Xie Ji thought, Zhou Qingyun was not only drunk, but also drunk and confused.

It made him think of someone.

Drunk or not, it's all so childish.

However, that was just before growing up.

And now... only the sense of distance remains.

"Xie Ji, do you still remember the first time we met?" She suddenly lifted the thin blanket and hit the edge of the glass table with her whole back, as if she didn't know the pain, she just looked straight at him, her eyes converging Do not get together, say not to disperse.

"Remember." His throat was dry, a hangover from the hours-long meeting.

Zhou Qingyun seemed to be aware of it, so she raised a finger in the air, with a very serious expression, "Stop talking, let me tell."

He couldn't help smiling, and felt that he saw someone's shadow: "Okay, tell me."

"The first time we met, you saved me. No, to be precise, you saved my dignity."

"It was so hot that day, but it was so cool inside the nightclub, it felt like I was going to freeze to death. But I didn't go there to work, but to find someone, no, no, no! He is not a person, he Just a bastard!"

(End of this chapter)