No matter what, anyway, if Ling Mufeng wants to go to Feng, Liu, go to Feng, Liu, and do whatever he wants.
I have never loved him. At most, it is just an extra responsibility after marriage.
As a man, he doesn't value this, so why should he still care?
Lying down on the sofa again, Ye Zhiqiu felt that he had no strength left in any of his fingers.[
She stared blankly at the snow-white ceiling, and finally made up her mind:
I must rely on my own strength to go out!——
After that, for a month after she escaped from the Xishan Villa, she was looking for a job outside.
Now was not a good time to recruit workers. In July, under the bright sunshine, she concealed her background and reputation and just went out to work as an ordinary graduate student.
Sure enough, jobs are hard to find, and it’s not easy to be self-reliant in a big city like Shangcheng.
Taking into account the housing prices, if an ordinary graduate were to buy a house, even the smallest one in the upper city, he would probably not be able to pay off the mortgage in less than a hundred years.
With a salary of 3,000 to 4,000 yuan a month, one-third of the cost of renting a house can be shaved off, and you still have to live on, so there is basically not much left over.
In the days that followed, she attended various job fairs.
In fact, she didn't choose the place. There was a major reason. The Ling's Consortium owned by her husband, Ling Mufeng, was the largest business group in the upper city.
Every time Ye Zhiqiu goes to a job fair, half of the companies are owned by Ling's consortium.
Since she wanted to escape, she would definitely not choose a company under the Ling Group.