Bing Tiantian said nothing, and Yan Yingying sighed, "Forget it. I just want to remind you. You are strong, maybe Song Jing will see you as a competitor. The last round of interviews is about to begin, and I will prepare for it.
Get ready and good luck."
Yan Yingying got up, replaced the disposable water cup in Bing Tiantian's hand without leaving a trace, got up and left.
Song Jing was waiting for the interview and playing with her mobile phone in the office. People would pass by for various reasons outside the office from time to time, just to watch her.
When a call comes in, the caller ID is still an unknown number.
This mobile phone was bought by Song Jing for ordinary communication. Although the phone number has not been specially encrypted, the people who have contacted this number before are all people they know. This is the first time that an unknown number has called.
"Hello." Song Jing answered the phone.
"Doctor Song, it's me, Old Man Shi. I shamelessly got your phone number from Old Han. Don't blame him."
"Mr. Shi, did you relapse because you didn't take the medicine I prescribed on time?" Apart from this reason, Song Jing couldn't think of a reason why Mr. Shi would call her phone number to find her.
"Yes, I lost the prescription for some reason. I felt that my health was almost better, so I didn't care about it anymore. But recently, I started to feel a little hazy again, and I often felt out of breath.
." In order to prove that he was not lying, Mr. Shi gasped twice on the phone.
Song Jing seemed to have some lung sounds.
"Doctor Song, are you in the Imperial Capital now? Is it convenient for me, an old man, to come and see you again today?"
"I have something to do now. I'll go over and check on you when I'm done." Since Song Jing took over Mr. Shi's illness, he would naturally cure him.
"Okay, then I'll wait for you."
The phone hung up and the snake hit the wall and died.
Song Jing simply quit the game and sent a message to Gu Shaoyuan, [Has my friend contacted you?]
[Boss, your friend’s condition is very difficult. Can you tell me the reason why he is like this? 】
[When I asked him about it, he only said that he had experienced some things. If I asked him more about it, he wouldn’t say anything.]
[I also chatted with him about other things. He was very easy to talk to and could almost answer every question. However, all his answers were just like exam papers. They were all standard answers without a trace of emotion. That was all.
When talking about you, his emotions will become slightly more vivid.】
[In addition, boss, there is something I must tell you in advance. Your friend is suicidal and has many scars on his arms. Do you know this? 】
Song Jing tightened his fingers on the phone, his eyes filled with emotions, and it took him a while before he replied to Gu Shaoyuan's message.
【I know, but he doesn’t know that I know.】
Song Jing actually didn't know how to explain to Gu Shaoyuan the reason why Wenze became like this. It was a wound that would fester and bleed at any time even if it was not opened.
That year, not long after she started taking on assassin missions, she was plotted by a black organization, fell into a trap, and almost lost her life. It was You Wenze who infiltrated into the organization as a doctor and saved her, but he himself was arrested.
He endured all kinds of inhuman torture from that organization, and was physically and psychologically violated by them. In the end, he was double castrated both mentally and physically, and his legs were lost.
When she went back to find him, he was no longer human.
Even though that organization has been destroyed by her, the hurt You Wenze suffered will always remain.
In the past few years, although his body has almost recovered, his mental injuries have never been cured.
[Boss, what’s the cause of his illness? 】
[It’s not convenient for me to say. You can think of other ways.]
[Okay. I will think about it carefully and formulate a treatment plan. I will check it with you when the time comes. If you think it is feasible, I will treat him according to it. 】
【Thanks.】
After Song Jing finished replying to the message, he raised his hand to press his eyebrows, and his eyebrows wrinkled in annoyance.
She knew that You Wenze looked nice, but in fact the world he saw every day was dark, and maybe even the air made him feel suffocating and uncomfortable.
He was able to hold on until now just to accompany her.
"Mr. Song, the interview has started. Would you like to go now or go later?" The secretary knocked on the door of the office and came in to ask.
Song Jing opened his eyes, and there was still rage and bloodlust in his eyes that had not yet been restrained.
The secretary was froze in place by this sight and was at a loss for a moment.
Song Jing lowered his eyes, "I'll go to the bathroom and go there."
"Okay... okay." The secretary responded in a panic, "Then I'll wait for you at the door behind the interview room."
The secretary hurriedly exited the president's office. When the door closed, she patted her chest with lingering fear and exhaled a long breath. Only then did she realize that there was a layer of cold sweat on her back.
The look in Mr. Song's eyes just now was so terrifying, just like... just like the vicious and bloody gangsters played on TV. No, no, the look in Mr. Song's eyes just now was more lifelike and terrifying than those performed by that kind of actor.
It's like she really wants to kill someone.
The secretary did not dare to stop at the door of the president's office. After calming down, he quickly went to the back door of the interview room to wait.
Song Jing put his phone in his pocket and left the office to go to the bathroom.
Yan Yingying saw her coming out and quickly opened the door and entered the president's office.
The black backpack that Song Jing had brought was thrown carelessly on the reception sofa in the office. Yan Yingying looked around and quickly stepped forward, nervously stuffing the medicine bottle into Song Jing's backpack.
While she was doing this, she stared nervously at the office door, stuffed the medicine bottle, and ran out immediately without daring to waste even half a second, turning back to close the door quietly.
"Eh? Are you a contestant here for an interview? Do you have anything to do in the president's office?" An employee who came back with coffee happened to bump into Yan Yingying and gave her a strange look.
Yan Yingying felt guilty and almost screamed out of fright, but she quickly adjusted her expression and said, "My cousin studies design and likes Song Jing very much. I just wanted to come and see if Song Jing can sign it for me."
The name was given to my cousin. But no one answered when I knocked on the door, and she didn’t seem to be inside."
"The interview has started now. Song Jing should be preparing for the interview. You should hurry up and get ready. It doesn't matter if you need to sign. Don't delay your own business."
"Okay, thank you sister for reminding me, I'll go over and get ready." Yan Yingying smiled softly, turned around and left.
I almost scared her to death just now! But fortunately, the staff member thought she had just come to enter the office and did not see her just coming out of the office.
Yan Yingying sneered. At this time, Bing Tiantian, who got the second order, should have already entered the interview room.