Jin Yurong hung up her mother's phone and looked at Wang Yiming.
Wang Yiming had probably guessed what was going on from Jin Yurong's phone conversation just now, and he took the initiative to say, "You want to deal with Ye Changqing, right? It's a small matter. I'll find an opportunity to beat him up to avenge your brother. Actually, these are minor issues. The top priority right now is to cooperate with the Zhao family. I know a friend at the Fengnian Group, and we can go to him tomorrow."
Jin Yurong nodded. The more she looked at Wang Yiming, the more she liked him. Wang Yiming knew what she wanted and took the initiative to do things for her. Moreover, he had a wide network of contacts, and he even had connections at the Fengnian Group. This was something Ye Changqing could never match. Thinking about it this way, she felt that divorcing Ye Changqing and choosing Wang Yiming was like losing a sesame seed but picking up a watermelon. Her mood suddenly improved.
It was a new day. After Ye Changqing sent Lingling to kindergarten, he went to the Fengnian Group.
When he left home, his mother repeatedly told him to be more proactive and speak more sweetly, and said that Zhao Qiuyan was a nice girl.
He agreed readily just to make his mother happy.
However, he knew he couldn't do it. Jin Yurong had broken his heart, and it was hard for him to throw himself into a relationship with a woman again.
This time, when getting to know Zhao Qiuyan, he wouldn't force himself.
As for marriage, he would let it be.
In the president's office of the Fengnian Group, Zhao Qiuyan, whose expression was usually as cold as an iceberg, now had a hint of worry on her face.
It was like a crack appearing on a frozen lake.
"Tingting, what should I do? Ye Changqing is a lecher. The first time we met, he unbuttoned my third button. Today he's coming to have further contact with me. I really don't want to have further contact with such a person, but I need his help, so I can't just drive him away."
Liu Yuting was Jin Yurong's secretary and also her best friend. She comforted Zhao Qiuyan, "Just bear with it. If he dares to misbehave towards you, I'll throw him out without waiting for you to say anything!"
As she spoke, she swung her small fist, looking like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on. She looked quite fierce.
Seeing this, Zhao Qiuyan felt a bit more at ease. "What job should we arrange for him?"
Liu Yuting was also a bit worried. "We are a pharmaceutical company. For a doctor, there doesn't seem to be a suitable position. How about making him your driver?"
Zhao Qiuyan looked disgusted. "I don't want to share a car with him. What if he gets carried away and tries something on the road? Wouldn't I be asking for trouble?"
Liu Yuting giggled. "You're old enough but haven't experienced men. Why don't you take this opportunity to have a taste?"
Zhao Qiuyan blushed. "You naughty girl, what are you talking about?"
Liu Yuting said with a smile, "You're just being stubborn. In fact, you've thought about it in your heart."
Zhao Qiuyan was so angry that she pretended to hit Liu Yuting. "You naughty girl, you're the one who wants a man. Don't drag me into it. Are you crazy?"
Liu Yuting shrank her neck. "Okay, okay, I won't talk about it. Let's get back to business. I still think Ye Changqing should be your driver. If you want to see him, you can have him drive you. If you don't want to see him, you can drive another car. You can decide whether to see him or not."
Zhao Qiuyan thought about it and said, "Okay, that's the arrangement."
Ding - dong~
The elevator door opened.
Ye Changqing walked out of the elevator. Seeing the general manager's office, he walked straight towards it.
When he reached the door, he saw Zhao Qiuyan writing something. Today, Zhao Qiuyan wore light makeup, and her red lips were very attractive. She seemed more confident and beautiful than yesterday.
He stood there for a long time, not knowing what to say first.
Zhao Qiuyan accidentally looked up and saw Ye Changqing. She was stunned for a moment, and then her face immediately turned as cold as frost. "You're here."
Ye Changqing replied, "Yes," and walked into the office and sat down opposite Zhao Qiuyan. "You look very beautiful today."
He tried to follow his mother's advice and be sweet - talking.
Zhao Qiuyan's face became even colder. "Oh."
Ye Changqing subconsciously glanced at Zhao Qiuyan's chest and looked at the third button.
Zhao Qiuyan raised her eyebrows. He really was a rascal, with his eyes still so dishonest. "Where are you looking?"
Ye Changqing had been misunderstood last time, and now he was like a person who had been bitten by a snake and was afraid of a rope for ten years. He just subconsciously glanced at Zhao Qiuyan's third button.
Today, Zhao Qiuyan was still wearing a white shirt. The shirt was stretched tightly, and the buttons seemed to be on the verge of popping open.
Realizing that the other party had misunderstood, he said, "Let me remind you that you'd better not wear shirts. Sometimes they're too... large... and the buttons easily pop open."
Zhao Qiuyan's face turned red with anger. "Don't say that again!"
Ye Changqing saw her reaction and knew he had been misunderstood again. He quickly changed the topic. "I came to get to know you better, but I can't just sit around doing nothing. Can you arrange a job for me?"
Zhao Qiuyan gritted her teeth. "Driver. You'll be my personal driver. Here are the car keys."
She pushed the keys forward, and they slid towards Ye Changqing.
Ye Changqing picked up the car keys. "Where's the car?"
Zhao Qiuyan was very disgusted with Ye Changqing and wanted him to leave quickly. "It's on the basement level - 1, in the underground parking lot."
"Oh~"
Ye Changqing stood up and left. When he reached the door, he turned back and said again, "It's too large. Shirts really aren't suitable."
"You!"
Zhao Qiuyan was breathing heavily, her chest heaving. "Stinky rascal!"
Liu Yuting walked in. "What did you talk about? Why are you so angry?"
Zhao Qiuyan said angrily, "That stinky rascal said I'm... too large and not suitable for wearing shirts."
Liu Yuting stared at Zhao Qiuyan's chest for a while and said in an uncertain tone, "It seems... even larger? How did you do that?"
Zhao Qiuyan snapped, "Get out!"
Liu Yuting giggled. "Okay, I'm leaving. Rolling away~" (After 511wx.com)
Then she trotted away.
Ye Changqing took the elevator to the basement level - 1. He pressed the key, and the lights of a brand - new pink car started blinking.
Pink?
Ye Changqing frowned. For a grown man, driving such a car was too girly and flashy.
He was too embarrassed to drive this car out.
At this time, a car drove into the parking lot at the entrance and stopped beside the pink car. The door opened, and Jin Yurong got out of the car. She saw Ye Changqing at a glance. "Why are you here?"
Ye Changqing gave Jin Yurong a cold glance and didn't say a word.
After getting divorced, he didn't want to have any contact with her. If possible, he hoped they would never see each other again.
Seeing that Ye Changqing didn't speak, Jin Yurong suddenly remembered that her brother had been beaten. "Ye Changqing, you used to be a man. At least you wouldn't fight. I didn't expect that just after signing the divorce agreement, you showed your true colors. Even if you didn't want to divorce and were angry, you shouldn't have taken it out on my brother!"
"Take it out on him?"
Ye Changqing's eyes became colder when he heard this. "You're wrong. I beat him because he deserved it. I think I didn't hit him hard enough."
Jin Yurong was shaking with anger. Ye Changqing had completely changed. He was arrogant, unreasonable, violent, and cold - blooded.
He just became her ex - brother - in - law and he hit someone. "You're so disappointing! You should never have touched my brother. Although he's a bit of a jerk, he's my own brother!"
The angrier Ye Changqing heard, the angrier he got. "Even if he were your father, I'd still hit him!"
He had come to smash things at home so many times, and his parents had been scared so much that they seemed to have aged more than ten years, and he also abused his daughter.
How could he tolerate it?