Looking at the pile of black stockings held in his hand, He Jun's brain was finally stimulated to open up.

His memory was as if last night when he was wrapping cotton in the booth with the tall, pretty and cute girl in the booth in the nightclub bar, he was so cautious that he had to take off his original stockings from others as a "soup".

When he returned home in the early morning, his excitement passed, leaving him with exhaustion. He sat on the sofa in the living room, his stockings were bulging in his pants pocket, so he took them out and tucked them in his carry-on bag on the sofa as a "collected item".

I have figured out the whole story of the bloody stockings, but it is obvious that the real situation cannot be explained to Ding Qiang, who has a cold face.

"Oh? Isn't this stockings your resume?" Ding Qiang's voice was still cold and mocking: "Why is it not your resume in your bag? Do you have the habit of wearing stockings? Huh..."

He Jun was so embarrassed at that time, and he wanted to turn around and leave without being ridiculed by this "cold-blooded queen".

But then the warning saying "The revolution has not been successful yet, and comrades still need to work hard" came out in my heart.

Yes, the plan to enter Xin Aohua and get close to Ding’s sisters has not been successful yet. What is this small setback?

"Damn! One day, I will let you please me with your original stockings, and play a stockings with you and have fun battles!"

Looking at Ding Qiang's proud awkward-shaped beautiful face, He Jun thought in his heart angrily.

"Uh, it's in my bag..." He Jun quickly mobilized his mind and sought a reasonable explanation: "I think it must be my aunt's 'masterpiece', hey..."

He thought that when he met Shui Miaoxuan the day before yesterday, her well-proportioned and mature beauty, she had to resist her for a while.

He Jun sighed, and the watch on his face also dimmed: "My aunt suffers from mild Parkinson's syndrome, and always makes life go wild. My bag was placed on the sofa yesterday, and she must have stuffed the stockings she took off in..."

Well, everything is false, but He Jun tells the truth. Just lying, you have to do this. You should first talk about lies as the truth, so that others can believe it.

"Your aunt? Parkinson's syndrome?"

As a senior intellectual and overseas returnee, Ding Qiang certainly knows that Parkinson's syndrome can be moderately aborted in people of any age.

So, although He Jun’s explanation is a bit far-fetched, it seems to be very likely.

While Ding Qiang was thinking secretly, He Jun had already found the resume from the bag and presented it to her with respect.

Well, please don’t pursue the matter of stockings for now. After all, even if he is vulgar and has a problem with his character, it is still only his personal affairs for the time being - he has not become an employee of her Xin Aohua Company!

Ding Qiang reached out and took over He Jun's resume.

"Wow..." He Jun let out a gentle breath, sat down without any invitation, stepped back to a sofa beside him, and leaned relaxed on the backrest.

Ding Qiang in front of him had eaten rice for a few more years than Ding Wei, and was a returnee who had gone abroad. He also had been in the business world for two or three years. It seemed that it was much harder to deal with...

"Well! I've read the resume, it seems that it's not too bad..." After about ten minutes of silence, Ding Qiang let out his resume casually on the table in front of him, and said with a little arrogant temperament: "But, our Xin Aohua has not yet involved in African business, so your African work experience and the advantages of knowing multiple African languages ​​are useless..."

"What does your sister's circle mean? Are you not planning to use your brother's rhythm? Do you know! Didn't you ask your sister to leave your back door first and have you said hello?"

He Jun looked at Ding Qiang's bright red and wet lips flying up and down, and said in his heart.

If possible, he really wanted to call Ding Wei to ask if he had agreed to her sister, why did he have to make things so difficult for her brother when applying for a job? What about the promised "going through the motions"?

However, He Jun's face kept a gentlemanly smile, and he looked at Ding Qiang, who was eating at Xiuyi without blinking.

"Mr. He, besides what you introduced on your resume, do you have any other specialties to tell me?"

Ding Qiang stared at He Jun with the queen's arrogant and arrogant look.

He Jun asked.
Chapter completed!