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Chapter 5 The price of love

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    After returning from the hotel, Wen Qing didn't ask whether he knew the handsome guy drinking for him, but went online to send an email to Han Dong as soon as he got home.  Now she is still preoccupied with Han Dong's wish to come back and marry her.  She has long forgotten that she is actually a woman who is a wife.

    However, Zhang Xiaojun couldn't sleep that night.  Is it because of Wen Qing's delicate appearance, or her unfamiliar eyes towards him, or because of his deep affection for her.  He couldn't tell the reason, tossed and turned, unable to take a good rest.  It was almost dawn before he fell asleep in a daze.  When I opened my eyes, the sky was already bright.  Zhang Xiaojun picked up the phone and called the general manager, telling him that he drank too much at night and that he would go to work in the afternoon.  He hung up the phone again and went back to sleep.

    This job is really good, I can go whenever I want.  In fact, Zhang Xiaojun put his mind to it.  Because this is the marketing department, we need a lot of people who can speak well and can drink a thousand glasses without getting drunk.  Although Xiaojun can't talk about a thousand cups, but he can be regarded as the master who can drink.  And at the wine table, he can not only drink, but also persuade others to drink.  So on the wine table on the first night of going to work, it showed its power.

    It was a group of 5 Northeast men, each of whom could drink. The people from the company probably drank and fell down, and they were fine.  But if everyone in the company is drunk, who will negotiate the contract?  But these Northeast people said again, if you don't drink to your heart's content, there is no need to talk about the contract.  This is a million-dollar contract, what should I do?  The general manager was worried, and the newcomer Zhang Xiaojun volunteered, suggesting that he go into battle, and then someone else would replace him after he fell down.  The general manager had no choice but to treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.  So I agreed.

    Who knew that the 5 people from the Northeast were actually drunk by a skinny Zhang Xiaojun.  Zhang Xiaojun also drank too much that day. After drinking, he went to the toilet and vomited non-stop, and he almost had stomach bleeding.  But he unexpectedly completed the task of the general manager.  It made the general manager happy, like picking up a treasure.  Not only for the contract, but also excited for the addition of talents under his command.  Because the contract is easy to sign, talent is hard to find!  If there is a problem in the future, I am not afraid that no one will solve it.

    So, at that time, I sent a message that as long as Zhang Xiaojun was drunk at the banquet, he didn't have to go to work the next day, and he could just rest at home.  You know, the general manager is very stingy with employees, and they have to deduct money for every minute they are late.  But in front of talents, he also had to change his policy.  Privileges were given to Zhang Xiaojun and several other Jiuxian-level figures.  That's why Zhang Xiaojun can continue to dream his sweet dreams on the bed so leisurely today.

    Zhang Xiaojun slept in a daze until noon and didn't get up. He still felt a little sick and didn't bother to go out to eat.  I found the leftover noodles at home and threw them into the pot to cook.  Looking at the boiling water in the pot, Zhang Xiaojun remembered the scene at the beginning: it was also a time when he competed with others for business.  At that time, I was still very young, and for the sake of Wen Qing, I wanted to do a good job in my business, so I went all out.

    He drank a lot that day, and at that time he didn't have the amount of alcohol he has now.  When I returned to the place where I lived, I vomited wildly, and finally fell unconscious.  Until the next day, which happened to be the weekend, Wen Qing came back to see him and saw him lying in the bathroom like mud.  Help him back to the room quickly, help him change clothes, mop the floor, and wash clothes.

    When he woke up, there was a bowl of hot noodles in front of the bed.  Wen Qing said to him with tears in his eyes: "Brother, you drink so much wine to make money for me. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have left home to suffer. What should I do if you fall ill!  I just made these noodles, you vomited so much at first, you still need to eat something. The noodles are very soft, I soaked them in water, let me feed you!"

    For the first time, Zhang Xiaojun felt that the arrogant Wenqing still had a gentle side, and it was the first time that he was so tender to himself, so he was very happy. He left all his troubles and depression behind him, and obediently ate noodles bite by bite.

    The past is like smoke, and everything in front of you is real when it floats back to your eyes with the wind.  How could Zhang Xiaojun admit that the past was just a cloud, a dream of his own.  He really couldn't imagine how many years later, Wen Qing didn't know him anymore.

    The former lover has become like this, is it worth it for me to do so?  In the past days, did Wenqing love herself or was she just grateful for herself and regarded herself as a brother she could rely on.  He couldn't imagine it, and he didn't dare to think about it.  I just wiped my eyes that were smudged by the steam, picked up the cooked noodles, mixed some hot sauce, and ate them with big mouthfuls.

    And Wen Qing, who fell asleep late yesterday because of writing emails, got up early in the morning.  Because after she fell asleep, she kept having nightmares.  I always dreamed that my husband came to find me, and dreamed that my parents came to scold me for having no conscience, and I didn't sleep well all night.

    Woke up early in the morning, my eyes were a little swollen, so I hurriedly used the overnight tea water to apply.  Although Wen Qing is naturally beautiful, she still knows that a woman's youth is very short, so she has always taken care of herself.  no?Going out by myself has a little flaw.  Including some small beauty methods and food, she recorded them bit by bit in her little book, and she is sensitive to many things and objects, and she can't touch anything that can't be touched or eaten.

    So she was nicknamed "Porcelain Doll" by her colleagues in the company.  As the name suggests, you can't touch it, you can only watch it from a distance.  So although she is considered the prettiest in the company, many male colleagues dare not get close to her because of her personality and these little habits.

    But Wen Qing doesn't care, she thinks that she belongs to the preeminent beauty, spring and snow, others dare not and have no qualification to pursue.  And without knowing her personality, people can't get close to her.  She always felt that it was enough for Han Dong to love her anyway.  As long as he waited for Han Dong to divorce his wife, he would be able to divorce the man in the family without much effort.  This way I have a good home.

    She always felt that she had to be prettier than Han Dong's wife, and only young.  So no matter how expensive cosmetics or health food.  As long as it works, she will definitely pay a big price to buy it back.  Fortunately, her salary is not bad, and her boss also favors her, and often helps her reimburse some things that cannot be reimbursed, so that her small habits can be maintained for a long time.

    Wen Qing, who was applying tea, suddenly remembered something, which was the email to Han Dong last night.  I remembered that some of my words in it were a bit extreme.  It's about his wife's illness.  Originally, I wanted to pretend to care about it, but it's because I haven't contacted Han Dong for a long time!  But I wrote another meaning, which is to tell Han Dong that if my wife fails, don't treat her, and come back quickly to clean up the funeral or something.

    It was a bit too much, and she was a little annoyed, afraid that if Han Dong read the email, it would add fuel to the fire.  Will he be mad, not answer my emails, or something.  Why!  I am really pitiful, obviously that man loves me, but he can't leave because his wife is sick, but I have to miss him all the time.  I hope God will take away the woman who got in the way sooner and let us meet sooner.

    Thinking about it, she opened her eyes and looked at the clock, it was getting late.  She quickly tidied up, washed her face, put on her makeup lightly, changed her clothes, and went to work.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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