Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

On July 9th, early in the morning, Song Ci was careful in the cloakroom to prepare for today's interview.

Abandoning those fashionable and sexy clothes, Song Ci finally found herself a pure white silk shirt and a foggy blue midi skirt with a hip wrapping. She changed clothes, tied up her curly hair, put on high heels, and took the subway out.

Wangdongcheng is the most prosperous metropolis in China with a large population. It is better to drive on the street than to walk. Because she was in a hurry, Song Ci took the subway. She was also a fashion blogger with more than two million followers. She didn't want to be recognized, so Song Ci put on a mask.

Affected by the virus some time ago, it is not surprising to meet people wearing masks on the street.

Song Ci arrived at the interview location fifteen minutes early.

Zeus Airlines, 9th floor.

Today's 9th floor is a bit lively, there are quite a lot of interviewers, all of them are men. Among them, there are young fresh graduates, experienced captains, and retired Air Force officers.

Hearing the sound of the high heels, the group of big men turned their heads and saw Song Ci, who had a hot body, and their eyes lit up.

These interviewers all regarded Song Ci as an employee of the Zeus Aviation Administration Department.

When Song Ci took off the mask on his face, revealing his beautiful cheeks, and smiled politely at them, the group of elders were even more amazed.

Where is this fairy from?

However, when Song Ci calmly walked to the waiting chair beside them and sat down, took out the resume in the bag, and put on a gesture of waiting for someone to call for an interview, the faces of these men finally showed surprise. color.

A young man who looked only twenty-five or six years old, with poor concentration, was the first to start a conversation with Song Ci: "Beauty, are you here to interview the pilot too?"

Song Ci nodded.

The young man said again, "My name is Du Zitao, I graduated from the 18th Fengchuan Flight Academy, how about you, beauty?"

Everyone pricked up their ears and heard Song Ci say, "Civil Aviation University, 20th class graduate, Song Ci."

Hearing this, Du Zitao exclaimed: "You are Song Ci of Civil Aviation! The most beautiful school flower!"

Song Ci's name is known to all the college students of the domestic aviation college. There is no other reason, just because Song Ci of Civil Aviation can always crush the female students of major colleges and universities in the country with a slaughtering gesture every year when running for college flower, occupying the throne of the most beautiful school flower.

Even if they haven't worshipped Song Ci's true face with their own eyes, they have heard of Song Ci's name. Besides, Song Ci is a civil aviation person, who will fly planes in the future, so they pay more attention to Song Ci.

Song Ci was embarrassed when he was recognized.

Du Zitao took out his mobile phone on the spot, smiled blindly at Song Ci, and flattered: "Beauty Song, do you mind adding a WeChat?"

Song Ci blinked at the dear brother, and declined with a smile: "Adding WeChat will save it. When the interview comes later, everyone will be merciful and leave me a way out. The little girl is very grateful."

Hearing that, Du Zitao, who just wanted to add her WeChat as a friend, immediately returned to his seat with his mobile phone and sat upright.

Beauty is precious, and work is more important.

Song Ci sneered in her heart: Oh! man.

Soon, the interview will begin.

One after another was called in, and they came out after only a few minutes inside. Song Ci noticed that when they came out, almost everyone pursed their lips and frowned, and Song Ci was a little puzzled by the tangled and struggling appearance.

What's going on, is the interview question too tricky?

After waiting for less than twenty minutes, it was Song Ci's turn.

With the idea of ​​going home and becoming an internet celebrity if she failed the interview, Song Ci held her head high and walked in calmly.

Pushing the door and entering, Song Ci quickly glanced at the interviewer in the room. There were five interviewers, three women and two men.

After Song Ci sat down, neither impetuous nor guiltless, she raised her head, her eyes were calm like water, and looked at the interviewers seriously from left to right.

On the far left is a woman in her early forties, wearing a light blue suit, with her hair tied up and light makeup on, looking a bit rigid, but not mean.

The second from the left is a woman in her early thirties. She has a plain appearance, but her confident gaze gives people the feeling that this woman has a heavy responsibility. The third person is a man, who should be the main interviewer, but his expression is kind.

But the smiling tiger can't be provoked.

On the other side of the man, there was a beauty in the style of a royal sister. The beauty put her arms around her chest and looked at Song Ci with interest, probably already recognizing her.

Looking to the right again, Song Ci was stunned.

The man on the far right is just sitting, with a straight body and a head much higher than the others. It is not difficult to imagine how arrogant he is when he stands up.

Under the short black hair, his gray-blue eyes are like Lake Baikal, deep and clear. The man watched Song Ci quietly, with no surprise, no joy, no contempt or discrimination in his eyes.

How should I put it, Song Ci had the same feeling that he looked at himself as if he were looking at an ordinary stone.

Song Ci quickly lowered her eyes, and the pure land in her heart collapsed.

It's him!

The man who appeared briefly in her life but left her with a deep memory!

Song Ci raised her head again, staring at the table in front of the man. On that table, there was a black thermos cup and an identity card——

Han Zhan.

Even the name was exactly the same as the name in the dream, Song Ci's breathing suddenly became heavier.

The introduction on Han Zhan's identity card was too succinct, with only one name and no job title. There is a saying that is right, the fewer words in the report, the more serious the situation, and the more concise the identity introduction, the more mysterious the identity of the person.

Seeing that this beautiful interview lady was staring at Han Zhan intently, the other four felt a little amused.

The man in the middle coughed lightly with his fist in front of his mouth.

This cough can be regarded as a wake-up call for Song Ci.

Song Ci hurriedly raised her head, smiled at the interviewer, and sincerely apologized: "I'm sorry, I've lost my way. I've been on Zeus Airlines several times, but I didn't expect your company's employees to be as beautiful and excellent as your company's service level. , it is satisfying and you can’t go wrong.”

Five people:""

I don't know if it was an illusion, but after hearing this, the other four looked at the man on the far right.

Han Zhan looked at Song Ci calmly, but a word came out of his heart——

Flattery, frivolous and unreliable!

Bei Zhan is good at observing words and expressions. He saw that Han Zhan was not satisfied with Song Ci's first impression, and he thought that this would be brushed again.

However, Bei Zhan himself was somewhat interested in Song Ci.

You must know that among the interviewees who came today, there is only such a flower, or a graceful peony flower. Bei Zhan knew about Song Ci, the first lady, and her beauty was unparalleled. Who doesn't know Wang Dongcheng?

Bei Zhan himself is also a small fan of Song Ci's Yangou army.

Besides, they, Mr. Han, are both 32 years old this year and have always been a single dog. It is better to get along with girls more often. Recruiting a female trainee to fly, isn't it the best opportunity?