The Actor Wants to Divorce

As soon as Jin Mocheng walked to the door, he saw Zheng Changjing.

The kid was wearing a thin shirt, squatting by the flowerbed at the door, wiping his eyes with his hands.

It looks so pitiful.

Jin Mocheng frowned, "Zheng Changjing."

Zheng Changjing's head suddenly lifted up. The moment he saw Jinmocheng, he was in a panic, like a spring bounced from the ground, then turned his back and wiped his face hurriedly with his sleeve.

It was too embarrassing to be scolded and cried by the boss, and was seen by the boss.

Jin Mocheng walked in front of Zheng Changjing, with one hand in his trouser pocket, and the other hand holding a slowly burning cigarette.

"why are you crying?"

Zheng Changjing: "I didn't cry."

Jin Mocheng curled his lips: "You didn't cry, why are you squatting here? Burn paper for your mother."

Zheng Changjing's head was dumbfounded when he heard this.

His mother had just walked through the ghost gate, and now his body hadn't recovered, Jin Mocheng's words were as painful as a knife stuck in his heart.

He no longer cared about the status of Jinmocheng’s boss, jumped up and scolded him: "You **** idiot, I will burn it for you if I want to burn it! Hurry up and die!"

Jin Mocheng was stunned.

This little assistant, who had been in front of him all day long, dared to scold him like that.

Zheng Changjing wouldn't be so stupid as to give Jin Mocheng a chance to hit himself. He turned his **** and ran away.

Jin Mocheng directly cut off the cigarette in his hand and gritted his teeth: "Zheng Changjing, you are **** dead."

Zheng Changjing ran back to his rental house in one breath. He hadn't eaten all day, playing like a clown by Jinmocheng, his stomach hurts terribly. He pulled out a bucket of instant noodles from the refrigerator and glanced at the date on it. He didn't know how many days it had expired.

A bucket of instant noodles costs five yuan, which offends Jinmocheng, and his job is definitely not going to be kept.

Zheng Changjing thought of his mother's medicine money for next month, and was not willing to throw away the instant noodles.

After eating the instant noodles, Zheng Changjing thought for a while, and he has to go to see Big Brother Lin Yang tomorrow.

Early the next morning, Zheng Changjing went to the company to find Lin Yang.

He cried and told Lin Yang about his experience in Jinmo City.

I thought I could stay with Lin Yang to work here, but I didn't expect that, for their own sake, Mr. Fu and Lin Yang actually had a fight in the company.

Zheng Changjing felt more uncomfortable.

At this moment, I really felt like a hot potato, no one dared to pick it up.

He walked out of Lin Yang's company in despair. As soon as he arrived at the door, his cell phone rang.

He took it out and only took a look, and he couldn't help his feet getting weak.

Jin Jin Mo City?

He came to ask himself for his life!

Zheng Changjing only wanted to hang up the phone at this moment, but he understood that he could never bear the consequences of hanging up the phone.

He hesitated for a long time, and finally put the phone to his ear trembling.

"President Jin Jin."

He was dizzy during the entire call, until Jin Mocheng hung up the phone, he didn’t understand one thing one by one.

It's over, it seems that he really signed some overlord clause with Jinmocheng.

Did he sell himself to Jinmo City?

Carrying a box of strawberry pudding, Zheng Changjing returned to the company anxiously.

Last night, he asked Jin Mocheng to die early. I should apologize to Jin Mocheng later. He signed a three-year "Deed of Selling Body".

Mo Chengji hated him, and I was afraid it would be difficult to live in the future.

Zheng Changjing stayed at the door of Jinmo City's office for more than half an hour, but did not dare to enter.

Seeing Xiaowen, he hurried over, "Sister Xiaowen, how is the President Jin feeling today?"

Xiaowen pulled Zheng Changjing aside, "Where did you go last night, Mr. Jin had a bad temper yesterday, and his anger hasn't subsided yet."

When Zheng Changjing heard this, he almost cried, "I was in a hurry last night."

"If you are in a hurry, you can't leave President Jin alone in the clubhouse."

Zheng Changjing was holding strawberry pudding with cold sweat on his hands.

Xiaowen sighed: "It's all right, let's go in."

Zheng Changjing nodded reluctantly and knocked on the office door reluctantly.

"President Kim.

"Enter." Jin Mocheng's deep voice came from inside.

Zheng Changjing lowered his head and pushed the door open. He didn't dare to look at the expression on Jin Mo City, and respectfully placed the pudding in front of Jin Mo City. "The pudding you want."

When Jin Mocheng saw him holding his head, his whole body was taut, and his lips curled: "What's the matter, didn't you have the courage when you scolded me yesterday? What kind of grandson do you put on me now?"

Zheng Changjing clenched his clothes tightly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Jin, I was wrong last night. If you are angry, just hit me."

Jin Mocheng sneered: "What am I doing when I beat you? I'm a work-related injury if I'm disabled, so I can't pay for it?"

Zheng Changjing breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his head.

"that"

Is it all right?

Jin Mocheng licked his lips: "Leaving without authorization, insulting the leader, deducting one thousand wages from you, just as an example."

"Huh?" Zheng Changjing: "My internship salary is only three thousand!"

Jin Mocheng: "Why, do you have an opinion? You can also terminate the contract and lose money and leave. No one is forcing you."

Zheng Changjing was full of anger, and finally gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Jin Mocheng got up and threw the strawberry pudding to Zheng Changjing.

Zheng Changjing looked at him puzzled.

Jin Mocheng coughed: "I also had something wrong with me last night. I gave this to you."

Zheng Changjing frowned.

"Why, you look a little dissatisfied."

Zheng Changjing is more than a little dissatisfied, he is very dissatisfied!

His salary is a thousand yuan less, how much is a strawberry pudding?

Sure enough, the businessman is treacherous!

Zheng Changjing grievedly swallowed the bitterness in his stomach: "I am not dissatisfied, thank you Mr. Jin."

His face looks really good. Compared with Lin Yang, it has a lot of funny little expressions. Jin Mocheng couldn't help but smiled, and reached out his hand to pinch Zheng Changjing’s chin, "You don’t look bad, just look at it. What about that dog thing on Fu Ran?"

"I didn't like him."

Those are all things in the past.

Fu Ran is Lin Yang's boyfriend, how dare he provoke Fu Ran again.

At the end of get off work, Jinmocheng asked Zheng Changjing to take him home.

Zheng Changjing drove the car to the high-end district of Jinmocheng, with a look of envy.

"President Jin, the house you live in is really beautiful."

Jin Mocheng: "That is, you can't afford to work for me for a lifetime."

Zheng Changjing's head is ashamed.

Hey, yes, he was deducted from his salary of 1,000 yuan, and the rent was too much to pay. How could he compare with the prince who was born with a golden spoon in Jinmocheng.

"President Jin, then I will go back. I will pick you up to the company at seven tomorrow morning."

"Ok."

After returning home, Zheng Changjing counted his savings with a calculator.

His mother costs 1,000 for medicine and 1,000 for rent every month

It's just that he doesn't eat or drink, he doesn't have enough.

Zheng Changjing covered his face with his hands and sighed deeply.

"Ding Dong──"

The phone rang.

He picked it up and saw that it was sent to him by a boss named Sun Xin in the entertainment industry, who asked him to go out to play at night.

This boss has a family and a mouth, and he is in his forties. He used to have a little interest in him, all kinds of harassment.

Asking him out so late, I know what it means at a glance.

Zheng Changjing endured the nausea and gave him a message back.

[Sorry, Brother Sun, I have something to do at night. I can't go out. I'll make an appointment another day. 】

He didn't wait for Sun Xin's reply, so he turned off the phone.

Early the next morning, he rushed to pick up Jinmocheng to work.

"President Kim, I'm downstairs."

Jin Mocheng returned a text message to him.

[Bring a breakfast. 】

Zheng Changjing feels that his assistant is the same as a nanny. No, he is not as good as a nanny. The salary of the nanny is higher than him, OK?

Carrying soy milk fritters upstairs, Zheng Changjing saw the text message from Sun Xin again and asked him out.

He also said that he wanted to benefit him.

Zheng Changjing didn't reply, he stuffed his phone into his trouser pocket, and then went to knock on the door of Jinmo City.

Jinmocheng quickly came out and opened the door.

He was wearing a set of grey cotton pajamas, his hair was a bit messy, it seemed that he hadn't been a bit sharp in the day after he just got up, and he appeared in front of Zheng Changjing's eyes with a somewhat lazy image.

As a deep cabinet, Zheng Changjing felt it for the first time.

Own boss, when he is not embarrassed, ah, he looks pretty handsome.

"President Kim, your breakfast."

"Come in. There are slippers in the shoe cabinet. Change them yourself."

"Oh." Zheng Changjing opened the shoe cabinet in Jinmo City, saw a pair of men's slippers still in it, and put it on.

Jin Mocheng was sitting at the table while eating while reading the newspaper. Zheng Changjing didn't know what to do, and stood helplessly.

The only sound in the room was the sound of reading newspapers, and at this moment, the harsh cell phone rang.

Zheng Changjing was taken aback, and the reaction was his mobile phone.

He quickly shut it down.

A few seconds later, the call came again.

He was about to shut down, and Jin Mocheng said in a chill, "Why don't you pick it up? I was so anxious early in the morning, in case it's an emergency."

Sun Xin can do anything urgent to him, Zheng Changjing smiled awkwardly: "It's nothing."

"Take it, it's not time for work yet."

Zheng Changjing bit his scalp: "Then President Jin, I can borrow your toilet."

Jin Mocheng put down the newspaper, teasing his expression: "What's the matter, what do you want to say behind my back?"

"No, no," Zheng Changjing "flutters" in a cold sweat, so he had to answer the phone.

"Hey, Mr. Sun, no, I'm not free tonight, um, no, no, I'll make an appointment tomorrow night when I have time??? Tomorrow night, okay." Zheng Changjing lowered his voice, just want to get rid of Sun Xin quickly.

When he hung up the phone, he was about to turn around and hit a strong chest directly.

Zheng Changjing couldn't grasp the phone, and the "boom one by one" fell to the floor.

He was about to pick it up, and Jin Mocheng had bent over and pinched the phone in his hand.

He looked at Zheng Changjing with a playful expression on his face, "Little Mirror, I really underestimated you, where did you meet the big boss, Mr. Sun, who is so hot."

Zheng Changjing's face is red and his ears are red.