Ling Feng also stood up, "Brother Hao, I'm leaving too.
I'll probably be ready to go back in the next two days.
Please take care of yourself and contact me anytime if you have anything.
As he spoke, he stretched out a hand, and Jing Mohao high-fived it and held it tightly.
"Have a nice trip," Jing Mohao said kindly.
Ling Feng nodded, said goodbye and went out.
The villa instantly became deserted.
Jing Mohao looked at Yan Yu and asked, "What level of position do you want to get?"
Yan Yu thought he had forgotten what he just said, and was worried about how to speak shamelessly again.
Unexpectedly, the young master actually brought it up on his own initiative, and quickly replied, "Young master, her demands are not high, as long as we are She can be given any small position in her company.
She has worked as a salesperson at our counter before.
She can continue to work from the grassroots level.
If she wants to be promoted, it will depend on her own personal efforts. " Jing Mohao's beautiful eyes opened slightly, and there was a trace of ridicule on the tip of his eyebrows, "So willing" Yan Yu's ears turned red in embarrassment, "Young Master, please don't laugh at me.
She is just an ordinary college student, not as talented as the young lady."
"Talent is not innate, it is created by opportunities.
No matter how high you stand, you can see the scenery as far away as you can.
I will leave it here.
It is up to you to decide what kind of position to arrange for her.
Forget it, inform the department directly of the decision when the time comes, without going through me."
After Jing Mohao finished speaking, he seemed to relax his whole body, stretched his long legs, and lay on his back on the sofa, finally showing a hint of exhaustion.
Yan Yu stood there silently thinking about the young master's words, and decided that he should believe the young master's opinion.
After all, no matter what aspect, the young master is more than a little bit higher than his own level.
As for which position is more suitable, Qin Zhiruo's opinion should still be sought.
Looking at Jing Mohao's closed eyes, Yan Yu said softly, "Young Master, you'd better go back to your room and take a rest."
Jing Mohao stretched out his hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows.
Without opening his eyes, he just murmured, "Take the time to bring someone here and chat with Luo Xi."
Yan Yu was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, young master, I'll go out first."
Jing Mohao didn't reply, just waved his hand, and then Yan Yu withdrew.
Luo Xi didn't know how long she had slept.
When she woke up and saw the handsome profile lying next to her, she couldn't help but curled her lips.
Finally came back to him, lying on the same big bed with him.
After experiencing so many illusions, every time I see his face, I always worry whether it is real or whether it is just another dream.
But I feel that my worries are unnecessary.
Life is not just a dream.
If such a dream is real enough and lasting enough, then it is not life.
Luo Xi stared deeply at the man's face, stretched out her hand, and gently touched his eyebrows.
A flash of color suddenly appeared in the corner of his eyes.
Among the man's thick black hair, a dazzling silver hair popped out.
Luo Xi felt a pain in her heart, and instantly pinched the only strand of silver hair between her fingers, her fingertips couldn't help but feel a little cold.
Why do you have gray hair?
During the period of his disappearance, he must have been anxious, and he must have not slept for a long time.
Otherwise, how could such a proud person like Jing Mohao allow himself to grow gray hair.
He was usually awake when he woke up before, and rarely slept so deeply like now.
He must be very tired recently: