Chapitre 585: 585. Actually, I'm not an intern. I'm Gu Yanqing's wife
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Song Beibei laughed out loud when she heard that.
Anyway, it was very magical.
On This Day, at the company's annual shareholders'meeting.
Gu Yanqing was followed by Zhong Junjie to the company.
Song Beibei was at home studying desserts.
After making an egg tart that almost blew up the kitchen.
Song Beibei finally decided to give up.
Xin Tong, who had been standing at the door, did not dare to step into the kitchen. Chengdong and Xiao Ying finally let out a sigh of relief.
Song Beibei was also depressed.
She took off her apron and returned to her room, feeling bored.
After Visiting Ping an for a while, she was bored and decided to go to the company to look for Gu Yanqing.
Song Beibei was really used to the days when she and Gu Yanqing were together all the time.
The main reason was that she had been taking care of him for such a long time.
Today was the first day that Gu Yanqing went to the company.
Gu Yanqing's legs were inconvenient.
When he was at home, he even needed her to help him go to the toilet.
Although Zhong Junjie was beside Gu Yanqing, Song Beibei was still quite worried.
So at three o'clock in the afternoon.
Song Beibei drove to the company alone.
Song Beibei had not been to Pearl Group for a long time.
She went straight up from the elevator in the underground car park.
She went up to the outside of Gu Yanqing's office.
The outside of the office was originally Gu Yanqing's secretary room.
But he had not come for a long time.
Song Beibei realized that there were quite a few new faces here.
Song Beibei also remembered.
Last time Zhong Junjie came to talk to her about this matter.
This annual "university intern selection"
Was Actually the Pearl Group's annual talent training program.
When Song Beibei saw these fresh faces...
She felt like she was in a dream.
Because back then, she had also participated in this kind of selection.
If she remembered correctly, she was once the champion of the selection.
At that time, it was thought that she had used the back door.
Alright, Song Beibei admitted that she had used the back door.
Song Beibei passed through the secretary's office and walked to the door of Gu Yanqing's office.
She knocked for a long time, but there was no movement.
She happened to bump into Zhong Junjie.
Zhong Junjie said that Gu Yanqing was still in a meeting.
He opened the door and let Song Beibei wait inside for a while.
Song Beibei didn't go in.
She went to talk to Andy.
Andy was a busy man.
He was preparing documents.
She was the highest person in charge of the secretary's office. She didn't say anything to Song Beibei before she called for a department meeting.
All the secretaries in the secretary's office went to the meeting room.
The ones who stayed were the interns who had just arrived and this batch of trainees.
Song Beibei used to work in the secretary's office.
The seat was next to Andy's.
Andy had just said that no one had ever sat in this seat before.
Song Beibei felt a little emotional for a moment, so she went to her original seat and sat down.
This cubicle was indeed the same as her original seat.
It had been five or six years, but there was no change at all.
On the table, there was still the paper and pen that she had left behind in the past.
There was even a stack of files with the work that she hadn't finished in the past.
This feeling was actually very wonderful.
It was as if a person who had already graduated had returned to her alma mater on a whim and sat in her old seat. Surprisingly, she found that the seat had the name she had carved with a knife.
Song Beibei felt that she was here today to reminisce about the past.
But after a while.
Two interns walked over.
One said, "you can't sit in this seat. This is a restricted area of the secretarial department. Hurry up and get up. "
The other said, "are you also a new trainee this year? Why did you only come to report today? Could it be that you used a backdoor? I saw that you were very familiar with sister Andy just now. Did you two know each other before? "
Song Beibei tied her hair into a ponytail today, revealing her snow-white and smooth forehead.
She did not put on any makeup, but her skin was naturally porcelain white. With her baby face, it would not be an exaggeration to say that she was a university student.
This feeling of being mistaken for being young was really good.
If this group of young ladies knew that she was a few years older than them, or even a mother of four children, how would they react.
Song Beibei found it very funny just thinking about it.
However, she did not want to hide it.
All along, Song Beibei had always felt that the tragedy that Zhao Dantong would experience in the future was also the result of a moment of concealment.
Song Beibei smiled. "Actually, I'm not an intern. I'm Gu Yanqing's wife. "
The two interns looked at each other in dismay.
Song Beibei's words attracted the attention of the other interns.
Everyone leaned against the shelves in the cubicle.
They looked at Song Beibei with a curious expression.
One of the interns said, "Gu Yanqing, the CEO? You said you're the CEO's wife? "
Song Beibei nodded. "That's right. "
Ya Que was silent for a second, and everyone suddenly burst out laughing.
Then one of the girls pointed at herself and said, "Oh right, I forgot to introduce you. I'm the first wife of the CEO. "
Then she pointed at the two girls next to her and said, "this is the second wife, and this is the third wife. We're all the CEO's Harem. "
The group of people were still laughing. "You're the one who came later. You're at most ranked eighth. "
The fighting was all smiles, and it was very enjoyable.
Song Beibei could tell that the fighting was a joke, and she didn't mean to laugh at it.
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