Chapter 8: Win the heart of your future husband to win the honor of your family

"In our position, there is a rigid standard, which is to know two or more foreign languages, be able to do basic translation, and have a Mandarin certificate. I think you are like a Beijinger?"

Zhao Feiran cut off Pei Jinxing's thoughts and watched him ask step by step.

Pei Jinxing looked at Zhao Feiran again, and there seemed to be no emotion in his lazy eyes. He slowly asked without answering, "Do you have a chair?"

He doesn't want to stand.

Zhao Feiran was choked.

This is for job search.

Do you still have to serve me well?

There was no way, he could only bear the surprise: "...Then I'll move it for you?"

"Go."

“…”

Just these two words of answer made Zhao Feiran feel that the person in front of him was not a worker who was eager to find a job, but a noble young man who was arrogant and arrogant in the world?

Zhao Feiran originally wanted to ask what made him feel wrong, but he didn't expect Pei Jinxing to respond so much. He was in a stalemate for a few seconds and he couldn't get out of Taiwan. He cursed in his heart, but he could only bite the bullet and move a chair to Pei Jinxing to send it.

He doesn't understand.

Why is he really shocked by this beautiful young man?

Pei Jinxing sat down with the flow, spread his long legs, and raised his jaw slightly: "Thank you, continue."

Zhao Feiran: “…”

Who is interviewing whom?

In the end, he was very upset.

He was not optimistic about the young man in front of him. In Zhao Feiran's opinion, he was just an arrogant and arrogant boy, just a little bit beautiful?

Where did the boss look at him differently?

and.

He looked at his email resume again.

——Just 23 years old?

Understanding his actual age, at this age when he just graduated, his personal abilities are easily estimated, and in some cases they are linked, Zhao Feiran couldn't help laughing out loud and sneered.

"How much do you know about foreign languages?"

Pei Jinxing didn't seem to see his expression change: "Which language do you mainly need?"

"English and French are necessary, the other one is casual."

"Can."

"You can do it? How high is it?"

Pei Jinxing still had that expression, his tone was depressed, and he slowly said, "I haven't passed the exam, so there is no problem with communication."

Zhao Feiran was choked. If Shen Zhouyi hadn't given the opportunity, he would have wanted to drive this arrogant guy out!

What is this?

Don't have a systematic exam for the interview?

He is here to tease him?

"Are you sure you can? Then you can read a few poems or articles in English and French languages, plus translation." Zhao Feiran put his hands on his chest and leaned back, and no longer had any expectations.

"Which capital is OK?"

"Anyway, as long as you speak well."

Pei Jinxing gently tapped the screen of his mobile phone, his eyes narrowed and seemed to be thinking about what poems he would read.

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Shen Zhouyi stood in the corridor outside the door. She slid to answer the call, and still whispered: "Hello."

Two short words, an indescribable sense of alienation.

On the phone, it was her grandfather, the leader of the Shen family, the electronic technology enterprise in the southwest region, Shen Jianghai.

And she followed her mother's surname and her father married into the Shen family.

"I heard that you opened a gallery and someone gave you a gift."

"Yes, thank you."

However, Shen Zhouyi's voice was so gentle, giving people the illusion that she was easy to control and was a good boy. Shen Jianghai did not lay the groundwork and his tone was always tough: "Next month, that young master will come to Yongcheng on a business trip. You can meet and get along with each other, and you will also have a emotional foundation when you get engaged in the future."

Shen Zhouyi's lips had not changed, she stared at the gray sky: "Grandpa."

"You said you arranged a marriage for me and asked me to return to China. I am back. When will you tell me about my father's whereabouts?"

The reason why she came back.

It's a transaction.

Chen Jianghai once said that only when she gets engaged and consolidates the Shen family's foundation will she tell her where her father, who has been missing for many years, is.

Mother Chen Yanrang died when she was nine years old.

From then on, his father Jiang Yujie disappeared in the vast sea of ​​people and threw her into the Shen family, which was eating people but not spitting bones. He left for sixteen years.

But she had the necessary reason to find her father, not because she was unwilling, but...

"Shen Zhouyi, don't touch the past." Chen Jianghai changed his tone, and the intimidating rebuttal that he wanted to penetrate the phone and throw it on her face.

Shen Zhouyi felt a chill on her face. She raised her eyes and it turned out that snow was falling.

"I know you don't like me. After all, I am a child of a man who sells himself in the nightclub. However, you should know more about my mother's death than me, right? Suicide? Do you believe it?"

Mother Chen Yanrang is Chen Jianghai’s favorite daughter.

Even his son did not get his preference.

She was very pampered with her daughter, and Chen Yanrang was also capable of being a clan. The Shen family broke through tradition and did not say that she had inherited her father's business. Instead, she treated her daughter as the heir of the Shen family. However, Chen Yanrang fell in love with her father who was in the nightclub. Chen Jianghai took a fancy to the reputation and face of the Shen family throughout her life, and naturally felt embarrassed. She didn't know how many difficulties and dangers her parents had experienced in that era, but Chen Jianghai looked down on her completely as a grandfather. After all, the blood in her body was low.

But it was a strong and spoiled woman like her mother who died strangely sixteen years ago, and her way of dying...

Not only did the Shen family not call the police, they also declared that they committed suicide due to depression.

That night, his father Jiang Yuji disappeared and disappeared completely.

One by one, one by one, she couldn't gently expose it.

It would be too far-fetched to say that there is nothing suspicious.

"It has been more than ten years since I believe it or not. What do you want to do? As a female servant in the family, winning the heart of her future husband, winning glory for the family, being your wealthy wife, and gilding yourself is what you should do!"

Chen Jianghai was furious, and she could almost hear the sound of him slamming the table there.

Shen Zhouyi slowly squinted his eyes, and was not angry or annoyed, and never threw away his armor: "Grandpa, you have high blood pressure, so you should not be too excited. We will talk about it later."

After saying that, she hung up the phone.

Returning to China this time.

She had no other purpose, one was to find her father's whereabouts, and two, to terminate the engagement.

No real wealthy family would accept her origin. After all, her father's identity is there. The so-called marriage is just to be involved with the most marginalized and speechless in a big family, so as to get into one of the interests.

As far as she knows, her future fiancé, who has not yet been seen, is also a concubine.

In their eyes, the concubine's son and the lowly blood-born daughter are perfect matches.

If she hadn't become famous abroad and was still a famous artist, she would have looked down on her.

But her life.

No one can point fingers.

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When Shen Zhouyi returned to Zhao Feiran's office, he did not notice the threshold. He was tripped and staggered a little.

Unintentionally interrupted the ongoing interview and assessment.

The man sitting on the chair casually gave her a look.

Shen Zhouyi raised his eyes.

Crashed into his seductive eyes.

Although his eyes are indifferent, when he meets them, it is easy for people to think and their hearts to fly.

Pei Jinxing looked at her indifferent embarrassment, and looked like she was smiling, as if she was smiling, and seemed to have a good temper. While glancing at her, she spoke lazyly, "Jours sombres et faire l’amour avec vous."

His voice is very superior, low-magnetic and lazy, and it listens to it in his ears, which makes people dizzy, which is very suitable for reading aloud.

Shen Zhouyi's eyelids were stuttering when he heard this.

(End of this chapter)
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