Chapter 227
No one dared to refute Yan Xuexiao's words, no matter what the thoughts of the people below, this young Yan family owner has already established his prestige.
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Huáng Shijing looked at Shen Chi in front of the screen, the young man looked indifferent and had no arrogance at all, and was even overly nurturing, he could play for half a day with just a computer.
Shen Chi opened the live broadcast.
"Cubs have changed places!"
"What is this place?"
"Suddenly flattered to sit here and play games"
"Is it a daughter-in-law company?"
Huáng Shijing was afraid that she would not take good care of herself and tried to close the generation gap between the two. When the teenager killed a person, he would praise: "Your marksmanship is really good."
Shen Chi had no opinion on the office environment, but his brother's secretary seemed to be too enthusiastic and silently put on the headphones more tightly.
When it was time for dinner, I was quiet and warm, wishing I could put my thoughtfulness on my face: "Do you want something to eat?"
The young man responded.
Huáng Shijing hurriedly ordered the best French restaurant in Yancheng and personally picked up the food box at the elevator door.
Shen Chi thought it was a dessert in the pantry, but he didn't expect to open the box and even have smoked foie gras with white truffle, which was more extravagant than Manager Chen.
"Someone is delivering food!"
"This is too advanced"
"Does my daughter-in-law have mines?"
"I'm getting more and more curious about my pure and beautiful daughter-in-law"
Huáng Shijing was standing beside him. Shen Chi had never been seen eating, so he quickly finished his meal.
Maybe he was too embarrassed to play games in the office for too long. The teenager picked up a history book from the bookshelf and looked at it, but classical Chinese was too difficult for him, so he put down the book, picked up the pen and drew on the paper.
"Can the cub still draw?"
"Mother's Fairy Cub"
"Ready to take a screenshot"
The young man sat at the table with his back straight, and the hand holding the pen was also decent. What he planned to draw was the láng cub that was printed on the team uniform and bit his tail.
However, the hand is not very good, and the things drawn are flying and dancing, and there is no similarity at all. It is not so much a small láng cub as a collapsing match room.
"I can't say it's the same, but it doesn't matter"
"My cub's talents are all on the game"
"Sorry for the screenshot"
"I'm sorry Mom can't praise anymore, but let my daughter-in-law teach me a lesson"
Shen Chi was expressionless and was about to throw the painting into the trash can, but he didn't expect the mature and steady-looking secretary-general in front of him to help his glasses.
"It would be too shallow to measure the quality of a painting only by its resemblance. This modern painting is completely natural. If you look closely at the charm of the painter Ji Wei, I guess you must have learned to paint."
The barrage was silent.
"Is the Jiwei International Award almost finished?"
"It's a pity that this person doesn't chase stars, there are sets of small papers"
"As soon as I heard it, I was a fan, and I almost caught up with Liu Xiaodong. I really hope they can compete with each other."
"It's a level I can't learn"
Shen Chi still knew his own level. When Yan Xueyiao returned to the office, he took the paper and said, "Your secretary praised me even if I copied it like this."
Yan Xuexiao glanced at Huáng Shijing.
Huáng Shijing was wondering if it was too obvious that he was holding on, and the meaning of ingratiating himself was too strong. Yan Xuexiao never liked to put on airs, but the man said, "A bonus will be given at the end of the month."
Huáng Shijing immediately realized that she was right, no matter what Yan Xuexiao praised, she was happy. The next day Yan Xuexiao framed the painting and hung it on the wall, and rumors began to circulate that Yan's bigwigs like modern paintings.
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In the hospital, Father Shen's condition improved after the operation, and he could take care of himself by himself. The gray-blue color on his face gradually disappeared, and the doctor said that he would be discharged from the hospital in a few days.
Mrs. Shen didn't have to run back and forth, and finally she had the energy to organize herself to attend the banquet. She took out the clothes at the bottom of the press box and put them on. It was a dress she was reluctant to sell, and I used it today.
This time, she didn't dare to wear imitation jewelry, for fear that inferior pearls would fall on the ground like last time, but she just tied it with a dark green dress and pulled it up loosely to create a lazy beauty, and she was as confident as anyone at the banquet.
She held a wine glass and looked at the hostess who was surrounded by people. The former assistant Xiao Nie joined the dying old man in Southeast Asia. Even wearing the couture that was just released in the fashion week could not cover the vulgar color scheme.
She didn't come forward to answer, listened to other people's talk and drank a sip of red wine, the frostbite on her hands seemed to no longer exist under Ambilight. This is the life she wants, and she doesn't have to worry about making a living.
When she turned around and went into the bathroom to touch up her makeup, she heard discussions coming from the door. One of them was Xiao Nie, who respected her, and her pace froze.
"Who invited her?"
"I didn't give me the invitation letter, and I thought I was Mrs. Shen who was aloof. The frostbite foundation on her hand couldn't cover it. I wasn't joking and felt that she smelled all over her body."
"I feel it too."
Listening to the discussion, Mrs. Shen sniffed her clothes quickly, which exuded a wet smell, although it was only faint, you couldn't smell it if you didn't smell it carefully.
However, she felt that the people at the banquet were laughing at her behind their backs, and walked out of the wrong banquet hall holding her handbag like a thorn.
It's ironic to say that even if the Shen family was ruined, she didn't want to fight with people at the bottom, but in the eyes of others, she became a person from the bottom and was completely abandoned by friends of the same class.
But this time attending the banquet is not without gain, at least she heard one thing, Yan Xueyiao likes modern paintings.