Ding Ling was an ordinary fresh graduate.
After graduating and entering society, she realized many things that she did not understand in the past. She had just arrived at a company, but before she could familiarize herself with the business, she was scared away by the constant harassment of her greasy boss.
After failing to find a job several times, she finally joined a folk company as a clerk and was in charge of some paperwork.
She cherished this job opportunity very much. The boss almost never showed up. There was only one female colleague, Sister Gu, who had a good temper. The so-called office culture had nothing to do with her.
Every day, she would only write promotional articles and try her best to package the supernatural into soft articles. After all, it was all feudal superstition. If it was said out in the open, it would be 404.
However, this industry was really profitable. The boss played golf, went to check Fengshui, and carried out some folk activities. Hundreds of thousands of yuan would be in his account.
This was all pure profit, and there were no expenses at all. She earned 4500 yuan a month, with five insurances and one fund. In the eyes of the boss, it was just loose change that leaked out from between his fingers.
Hearing from Sister Gu that there would be tens of thousands of yuan in year-end bonuses every year, this money made Ding Ling's eyes turn red. Buying a house and a car was not a dream, even in a first-tier city like Yangcheng.
However, she couldn't talk too much. Her former employee had been fired by the boss because she said a few more words. She didn't know if she had offended anyone.
Today, Ding Ling came to work happily. She had light makeup and was wearing a professional manager's suit. She looked like a standard city beauty. Other than herself, no one knew that she worked in a folk culture company.
Just as she got off the subway, Ding Ling tidied up her messy clothes and her phone rang.
Ding Ling took it out and looked at it. She immediately stood still and revealed a professional smile. It was the boss, the boss who didn't go home all day and wasn't in the company at all.
"Boss."
"I'll be at the company right away."
"Uh … Okay, no problem! Do I need to prepare anything? "
"Okay, okay."
Ding Ling put down the phone, feeling a little worried.
The boss wanted to take her out to do something. Could it be that the pervert finally couldn't help but reach out to her?
She was a little nervous, but no matter what she thought, it was impossible to reject him directly. It would be a pity if she lost such a simple and easy job. It was so hard to earn money nowadays. This job … If possible, Ding Ling wanted to work for the rest of her life.
She opened her handbag and saw that the pepper spray was still there. Ding Ling's heart calmed down.
But should he use it on the boss? Once his perverted hands reached out to her … Although she had just entered society, she already felt the pain seeping into her bones after just a few simple movements.
We'll talk about it when the time comes, Ding Ling comforted herself.
She didn't go to the office building but waited for her boss's car downstairs.
A gray-black Bentley stopped in front of them. The window rolled down, and a young man looked at it with a straight face. His eyes were deep as he said softly, "Ding Ling, get in."
"…"
Ding Ling was startled. Was her boss so young? Sister Gu didn't say anything, and Ding Ling didn't find any information about the boss. She thought it was a greasy uncle in his fifties, but she didn't expect it to be a gentle and refined "uncle" in his thirties.
Uncles were different from each other. There was no need to say much about the person in front of her. Just the Bentley alone was enough to dispel all of Ding Ling's doubts.
He couldn't be said to be good-looking. He was just average, but there were only a few young people who could sit in a Bentley.
Ding Ling carefully tucked her hair behind her ears and revealed her most beautiful smile. She bowed slightly and said, "Boss."
"Hurry up and get in the car."
'Uh, his temper is a little bad. He's too impatient,' Ding Ling thought.
After getting in the car, Ding Ling was a little nervous. She sat in a corner at a loss, like an innocent little rabbit.
However, the young and promising boss didn't say a word to her. He just kept on calling her.
Judging from his expression, Ding Ling roughly knew what he was going to do today.
She was a vase, an ornament beside the boss. She was going to visit a rich family. As a guest, it was nothing more than a wedding or funeral. Looking at the boss's Tang suit, it shouldn't be a funeral, but a happy occasion.
"My surname is Liu, Liu Muchun." After he was done, the boss said, "I've been busy recently and haven't been back to the company much. I've read a few of the articles you wrote. The writing style isn't bad."
"Thank you, boss. I'll work harder."
"Today, you'll be my female companion. Don't talk much. No matter what you hear or see, it's best if you don't say a word," Liu Muchun instructed.
"Okay, boss."
"Your clothes are too shabby. I'll give you twenty minutes to change into a new set of clothes when we go to the Ancient Ruins." Liu Muchun clearly didn't have the interest to chat with Ding Ling.
On this day, Ding Ling seemed to have become a princess in a fairy tale. She bought a well-fitting, low-key luxury item and stood beside the boss as a vase.
The perverted hand that she was worried about didn't exist. The boss didn't seem to have any interest in her at all. Ding Ling silently cursed. If the perverted hand made a move, he would be unhappy. It seemed that if he didn't make a move, she would be even more unhappy.
She found it strange that the car didn't seem to have any destination and was circling around the city. Liu Muchun kept calling to ask, but there was no result.
In Ding Ling's opinion, Boss Liu was already young and promising. According to her observations, this car wasn't rented for show, but the boss's private car.
He was probably in a hurry to meet someone, but he was always turned away with a cold face. Not only that, the boss didn't give up. He kept asking people with a smile on his face.
As time passed, Ding Ling realized that the boss's temper seemed to be getting worse and worse, and his brows were knitted tighter and tighter. She tactfully didn't say a word. A boss who could casually spend more than a hundred thousand just to package himself as a vase … Was he someone she could easily offend?
The money she had just spent in the Ancient Ruins was all from the boss's card. Ding Ling hoped that the boss would be able to make it smoothly today. Otherwise, she didn't know what would happen to the money.
Liu Muchun held his phone in his hand, his left thumb bouncing on his other four fingers like a dancing elf.
After being in the industry for a while, Ding Ling knew that this was what it meant to be able to calculate. It turned out that her boss was truly capable. But what exactly was making him so worried?
After an unknown period of time, the phone in Ding Ling's right hand buzzed. He opened his eyes and immediately picked up the phone.
"First Affiliated Hospital of Tiannan Medical University. Got it. Thank you, Senior Brother." Liu Muchun said a word of thanks softly, then hung up the phone with a face full of joy.
"Go to the First Affiliated Hospital of Tiannan Medical University, the surgery room," Liu Muchun said to the driver.
"Alright."
"Do we have any acquaintances there?"
"Yes, I'll contact them right away," the driver replied immediately.
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