Guo Aixian was tidying up the financial statents handed over by the finance departnt before leaving work and sighed, "There are a lot of handso guys in the entertainnt industry. Although our President Fu is not bad, Little Jiaojiao is at the age of loving to play, so it’s not easy for President Fu to win her heart."
"I have no objection to President Fu earning money to please Little Jiaojiao, but I don’t have a Jiaojiao to please, so why drag into working overti?" Liu Tiantian slumped over the table like a deflated balloon, "After a woman passes 25, the collagen in her face starts to disappear. How many skincare products do you need to make up for the loss from one late night?"
Feng Li imdiately chid in, "Then don’t bother anymore. Even if you do, your face will still look the sa. Save so money; don’t waste your efforts."
As soon as he finished speaking, a soft yet hard object smacked him right in the face.
As it slid down, he instinctively reached up to catch it.
It was an ugly squash from Plants vs. Zombies, squinting and grimacing, standing in for Liu Tiantian to glare at him.
"Do you know why President Fu has a wife but you still haven’t found a girlfriend?" Liu Tiantian said, "It’s because you’ve got a mouth that not even a dog would like."
Guan Ling ca forward as the diator, "Alright, alright, lower your voices, or President Fu will co out and you two will be in for it."
Liu Tiantian and Feng Li exchanged a glance from a distance before simultaneously turning their heads away.
"Being young is great; just look at Little Jiaojiao still partying at the bar now." Hu Yueke had just seen a post Wen Qiao made half an hour ago. The photo’s background was typical bar blue-purple lighting, with several rows of empty vodka bottles on the glass coffee table. Hu Yueke widened her eyes in shock, "Are we sure the Boss Lady is just out with her girlfriends?"
"What’s up, what’s up? Is there new gossip?" Liu Tiantian sensed the scent of gossip, bounced up from her seat, and rushed over to Hu Yueke.
After seeing the photo, Liu Tiantian was equally shocked, "Our Boss Lady can hold her liquor; this drinking capacity could probably knock out three President Fus."
Fu Jinghen’s drinking capacity was average, and he would easily flush, which was well-known among the secretaries.
On the other hand, Liu Tiantian and Feng Li had a high tolerance for alcohol, so whenever there was socializing, Fu Jinghen would take the two of them along.
Guo Aixian also joined the conversation, "Comparing like this, our President Fu might be a bit lacking."
Liu Tiantian: "It’s okay; our President Fu knows how to pretend. In most cases, even if he’s drunk, he can act like he’s not."
"Last ti at Old Feng’s seventieth birthday, President Fu got pulled into drinking a lot, and by the end, his ears were red like they could bleed." Feng Li recalled sothing and said to them, "But his eyes were especially clear. After getting in the car, he closed his eyes to rest. If it wasn’t for having to wake him up when we got ho, and him asking where we were, I wouldn’t have known he was drunk."
"And, and the last industry summit,"
They kept recounting the antics the person inside got up to when drunk, helping everyone relieve the fatigue brought on by overti. Even the ever-stable Guan Ling couldn’t help but laugh a little. She was about to say sothing when she caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of her eye, her heart skipped a beat, and she cleared her throat with her hand placed against her lips, "Tiantian, give the design drafts the design departnt sent over this afternoon."
"Sister Ling, are you confused? Those design drafts were already—"
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