Chapter 55 (2/2)

When Xue Jiaying came out of the interview room, she found that her palms were all sweaty and sticky. She hurried into the bathroom to wash and slapped a handful of cold water on her face. The tension was finally reduced.

The interview result was decided on the same day. She sat alone on the bench, silently waiting for her name to appear on Jiang's staff list.

Xue Jiaying, like other interviewers, was nervously waiting at the door. The interviewer would soon give a list of Jiang's probation employees.

Xue Jiaying thinks there should be her.

Although I said I didn't do anything good, I probably wouldn't be bad, not so bad.

The expressionless interviewer finally came out slowly and announced the list.

Of course, the scene is not as heartbreaking as that of the college entrance examination, so I don't feel much.

It's a pity... There's no Xue Jiaying in it.

It seems that this is destiny. Xue Jiaying thinks to herself that she is just not as good as Yin Yao.

Suddenly, a tall woman strode over, and the red high-heeled shoes made a crisp impact on the floor

Her big eyes showed a trace of impeccability, but she looked arrogant and inhumane.

She raised her head, her prominent chest was high, and her exquisite facial features were getting closer and closer. She watched the woman come step by step.

”Help me inform your president that I'm here. Will you start working now?”

Xue Jiaying turned her head and looked over.

”Start working now...”

The woman is very beautiful, her face is exquisite, her long and slightly curled eyelashes, lazy eyes, endless temptation, white face, moist and full lips, and long hair tied high behind her head.

Gao Tao's figure, a casual and simple red skirt, a big backpack behind him and his hands in his trouser pockets, the whole person is careless.

But why doesn't this woman have an interview?

The interviewer looked at the woman and looked at the woman in front of him with a look that he didn't dare to neglect.

Nodded: ”OK, please wait a minute.”

Then he walked to the elevator. After a while, the interviewer came back: ”miss an, the president said it doesn't matter. If you want to go to work, just go to him directly.”

The lip corner of the woman called miss an immediately raised an arc: ”of course.”

He glanced aside intentionally or unintentionally, that is, the other side of Xue Jiaying's group of interviewers, ”hum.”

”Backstage? Does it matter?”

It's not just people like Xue Jiaying who are envious and jealous, because the backstage is more obvious than the front door.

The woman walked directly to the president's elevator with high heels. For a moment, the crowd was in a commotion.

Interviewer a: ”look, who is that woman? It seems that she has a lot to do with President Jiang!”