Transmigration: The Life Winner’s Ex-Girlfriend

Fu Jen College, the bell of the eighth class rang, Cheng Aojun came to the classroom of 3108. Her class, which is most liked by students, has always been overcrowded and needs to occupy seats in advance. Today is also, the classroom is crowded with people inside and outside, some people come late, simply stand by the window to listen.

When I saw Cheng Aojun, the students whispered: "Is there a seminar today? Teacher Cheng is coming on time!"

"I passed the auditorium last night and took a look at the seats. The names above are all big."

"It makes sense, do you think that Teacher Cheng will get the prize this time? For example, what is Nobel?"

Cheng Aojun glanced at the stage and saw the last person sitting in the row, with a faint smile on his lips. She opened the lecture on organic chemistry and tapped on the classmates who were still talking in the front row, reminding him: "I can't win the prize, but if you don't listen carefully in this lesson, you won't get high scores in the middle of the period. ""

The male student took out his notebook and said with a smile: "Wow, this class is so important, but I am here today! It seems that God is destined to take this class for me."

Cheng Aojun did not care about his second skin face, clap his hands and said: "Good classmates, class!"

Organic chemistry is a basic course. Most young lecturers are reluctant to teach this course. They feel that they are not challenging and cannot reflect their level. Cheng Aojun is just the opposite. She thinks that what teachers can do is to bring students to the door. The better the foundation is played, the more open the students will be in the future. As for which direction to study in the future, it should be decided by the students themselves.

She has a high academic level and has a high perspective on the issue. No matter how complicated the problem is, it can be explained in a simple and easy way, so that the students can fully understand. What's more, the simplest common sense on the surface can be thought-provoking.

The students were all fascinated and the two lessons passed quickly. After the class bell rang, they still refused to leave and asked questions about Cheng Aojun. Half an hour later, Cheng Aojun looked at his watch: "Today, let me send you an email with other questions."

The people in the classroom walked seven or eight, and Cheng Aojun looked back to the back and said with a sigh of relief: "President Zhou Da, so busy, to listen to the basic course?"

Sitting there Zhou Yunqing, leisurely overlapping his legs, he is very casual wearing today, the upper body is a light gray sweater, printed with a line of English letters, with black pants and black shoes. It doesn't look like a mall predator with tens of billions of assets. Instead, it is a temperamental college student, so that sitting here and listening to two classes did not cause other people's doubts.

However, he and the students are still different. It is different from the ordinary students. His outline is sharp and the face is beautiful and flawless. Under the bangs, it is a pair of stars, deep and calm. Only after the storms can you polish. Come out this quiet.

"You know, I have nothing to do without the Three Treasures." His voice is clear and clear, like a mountain spring, and like a jade landing, "I want to talk to you about the start of the energy project, when the energy structure of the water blue star The pollution to the environment is too serious. If you can put the materials in your hands into large quantities, they will be almost zero pollution after decomposition, and the benefits will be more than just contemporary people."

Unlike those who open their mouths and are inseparable from how much money they make, he is talking about what Cheng Aojun is really interested in. He also graduated from Fu Jen College. Although his undergraduate degree is finance, he has supplemented a number of courses across majors, including the field of Cheng Aojun's research.

Cheng Aojun packed up his good things and walked over to him, whispering the English letters printed on his shirt: "nyctophilia", the standard London sound, gorgeous, classical and beautiful.

Night night.

Love for the dark.

Feel relaxed and comfortable in the dark.

The meaning of this word makes Cheng Aojun smile: "You are all about the 27th birthday, and still have such a second?"

Zhou Yunqing's thin lips smashed into a straight line, and his face was a faint pink because of his anger. His skin, originally white as a crown jade, is as cold as a statue in the temple. This layer of anger suddenly pulls him from the altar to the world, and does not have a taste.

Although the scenery is rare, Cheng Aojun does not want to anxious him. "My fault, my fault, are old classmates, just kidding."

She was deeply impressed by Zhou Yunqing in her student days. She was a cross-professional minor, but she got a full-scale point and compared all the students in this major. At that time, her tutor, who changed her mind all day, wanted to dig Zhou Yunqing to turn professional, but unfortunately did not succeed. Not only that, she and Zhou Yunqing have been in the student union, organized a lot of activities together, the relationship is very shallow.

He is a person who is savvy and sensitive. Although he never mentioned ideals or ambitions, Cheng Aojun climbed to this height. When he looked at him, he discovered that they are similar and have dreams of changing the world. Through your own efforts, the world will be made even better, but in a different way. She chose technology, he chose business, and he knew what he was doing. He was creating an ideal country that was centered on the exhibition macro and radiated slowly.

She smiled and asked: "You rarely go back to school, I will treat you tonight, how about the dining hall in the North District? Let's talk while eating."

Zhou Yunqing returned to Zhanhong Commercial Building, it was already nine o'clock in the night. Li Ming waited in the office. When he saw him coming back, he anxiously greeted him: "Boss, where have you been? I am waiting for you in Fu Jen, Zhang Mingyu let me come back first."

"Nothing, I have a meal with the old classmates." Zhou Yunqing said, "This time, the company's focus will be on energy projects, and we must go all out to get it." His voice is decisive, and it is full of momentum. Must be.

Lan Ruo handed him a beautifully packaged Nanmu box, which was opened for an exhibition ticket. She deliberately tested Zhou Yunqing and said only: "There is a heavyweight partner who sent this ticket and invited you to see the floating exhibition."

Zhou Yunqing sat back at his desk. He didn't come to the company this afternoon. The documents on the table piled up like a hill. He opened a review and told him, "Let's put it here first."

If Lan knows that his schedule is full, he has no time to go to the exhibition. She smiled and went on to say: "The ticket was sent by the president of the Tang family. I also sweared a sentence. The two paintings of the Tang family will also go."

Her voice did not fall, Zhou Yunqing looked up from the pile of documents and asked: "Which day is the ticket?"

If Lan Ruo’s heart is cold, Zhou Yunqing does not hide his attention to the Tang family. She slammed the Nanmu box and smiled and ridiculed: "I thought you were different from them. In the end, I still have to rely on marriage to consolidate the business empire of Zhanhong?"

Zhou Yunqing’s face looked faint: “This is my private matter and has nothing to do with the Blue Secretary.”

The gentle blue, always showing a rare aggression, said coldly: "A good one has nothing to do with me! Don't call me a blue secretary, I will not do it, and I will resign now. Sorry, I did not submit my resignation one month in advance, so I am willing to bear all the losses caused to the company." She took out the checkbook, "How much to lose, you say."

Li Ming grabbed her and advised: "How suddenly do you want to resign?" Although he always spit out Zhou Yunqing's attitude toward Lan Ruo is too public, he feels worthless for the blue lady, but still reluctant to leave, they After all, working together for many years, friendship is extraordinary.

Zhou Yunqing opened the next document to be signed. The tone was like a robot. There was no ups and downs. He reminded her indifferently: "The resignation of employees is a matter of the personnel department." The subtext is that it has nothing to do with him.

If Blue takes a deep breath and resists tears, a pair of beautiful eyes are all red, and asks loudly: "Zhou Yunqing, you have nothing to say to me? From the junior year, I joined the exhibition macro at the beginning of the business, that At the time, Zhanhong didn’t even get the investment in Angel Wheel. All the way to the present, for the whole seven years, how much I paid for Zhanhong! Have you even saved a sentence?”

In exchange for only one sentence, "You are an adult, I respect your decision."

If Blue stepped out of the president's office, in a no-man's place, he couldn't help but lean against the wall and cried out. Zhang Mingyu worried about her, followed her behind and handed her a pack of paper. "In fact, it is also a good thing for you to start the macro. Uncle Blue has been urging you to go back. In all fairness, for the company, the boss is a must. Good leader; but for you, he is not a good person."

Zhang Mingyu thought that Lan Ruo had given up. If Lan takes off the contact lens and wipes the tears with his hand, he cries and says, "What is Tang Jia? If he values ​​this, why can't I? My dad is the richest man in the summer, I will not look at him and Tang. Family marriage!"

She turned and left, leaving Zhang Mingyu with a decisive back. Zhang Mingyu also held a paper towel that she did not pick up. He laughed at himself and threw paper towels into the paper basket and ordered a cigarette.

When the first Joe was like this, now that is blue, why do they know that Zhou Yunqing is not a good person, but also a moth? I would rather be tortured by this love, and I would not look back at him.

It was too late, there was no light in the corridor, his expression was drowned by the darkness, and only a small fireworks could be seen, and it was extinguished.

On the top floor of Zhanhong Building, the president's office, Li Ming walked around irritably: "Boss, Lan Ruo ran! You still have the mind to work? You don't think, are you particularly harsh on her? I didn't have her time to join Zhanhong. Long, you will still be my brother and I, why don’t you give her a smile!"

"She likes me. I don't like her. I don't want her to be misunderstood. Is there any problem?" Zhou Yunqing put down the pen in his hand. Behind him is a big floor-to-ceiling window. Outside is the light of the house, and he Alone in the heights, cold eyes look at the world, "As for you, what makes you have the illusion of my brother and sister? Our relationship is a partner."

Li Ming was so angry that he didn't call him the boss for the first time: "Zhou Yunqing, you are so indifferent, you should have no girlfriend, you should be a lonely man for a lifetime! I am now beginning to doubt that Tang Yin and you. The reason for breaking up is whether you are too poor to be abusing, or are you fed up with your inhumanity?"

With a bang, Li Ming slammed the door. In the big office, only Zhou Yunqing is left alone. He got up and took a cup of coffee and returned to his seat to continue looking at the next document.

The floor clock dribbled and walked round and round. The lights of the entire building were extinguished one after another, and only the top floor of the president's room was still brightly lit. The passing staff saw the lights on the top floor and lamented in their hearts: "The boss is a workaholic and is working overtime!"

Occasionally, Zhou Yunqing will also look up from the pile of documents, look at the Nanmu box placed on the table, the **** thin lips rise slightly, the black and white scorpion is the gentleness of the dead, just like Chunjiang Water.

The night is already deep, but the people who work overtime are not only Zhou Yunqing, but also the Star Can media is as bright as white. Zhao Jinnian looked back at the shooting during the day, Ren Qiao and Dong Junyang discussed the film propaganda, and many public relations personnel left spontaneously, gathered together for brainstorming, handed in one plan after another.

Ren Qiao called for a takeaway: "It’s already late enough. Go back first."

The staff said with a sigh of relief: "The movie propaganda of the pre-war has not come out, so we have to come up with a plan that is bright enough, otherwise we are afraid to fly directly to the street."

A pleasing music sounded: "Everyone is looking for a dream, and the dream is not known to the West." This is the ringtone of Ren Qiao's mobile phone. The caller is Tang Ya. When I connect, I ask: "The tickets for the floating exhibition, you received ?"