Fu Chaochao bulged his mouth: "Then ask."

She turned around and looked at Bo Jingshen. Bo Jingshen sat on the sofa while she was lying on the ground. It seemed a bit condescending to the interviewer.

Suddenly, she wondered: "Don't you have to look at the interview questions?"

Bo Jingshen leaned lazily on the back of the sofa and said in a daze: "Mrs. Bo, I can remember such a nutritious interview question after reading it once."

Fu Chaochao muttered: "Is that true?"

Why do you always feel teased?

Next, he was very serious. Bo Jingshen put away the joke on his face and interviewed her with a serious expression.

Fu Chaochao also answered cautiously based on the information he had seen before.

Every time Bo Jingshen answers a question, he points out her shortcomings and analyzes how she should answer it to make her more pleased.

Fu Chaochao listened carefully and tried to remember everything Bo Jingshen said in his mind.

She doesn't understand some professional terms at all, but it doesn't prevent her from remembering them. Especially since Bo Jingshen always repeatedly puts forward those words, it's really a bit difficult to remember them.

After asking more than a dozen questions, Bo Jingshen said: "These questions are enough. Other questions come and go around the previous questions. When it comes to the interview, they will not be able to ask so many questions, only five or even fewer."

There are so many people coming to participate in the interview. If everyone asks more than a dozen questions, it will take twenty or thirty minutes to be responsible for an interviewer. Wouldn't they be exhausted?

Fu Chaochao was a little nervous: "You ask me a few more times, I'm afraid I can't remember it."

Bo Jingshen refused to follow her, "You put too much pressure on yourself, so go and have a good rest first."

Seeing this, Fu Chaochao didn't ask about it anymore and planned to make up for it himself tomorrow.

She blinked at him, and a thought suddenly popped up in her mind, and said with an innocent look on her face: "But my hair is not dry yet."

Bo Jingshen glanced at her, "I'll help you dry it, and you'll have a rest after blowing."

Fu Chaochao immediately ran to the bedroom to get him a hair dryer, lay on the ground again, and took this opportunity to turn on the computer and take a look to make up for the interview knowledge.

Seeing that she was so worried, Bo Jingshen no longer advised her. He gently lifted her long hair with his fingertips. His long black hair was easily curled up by his fingers, which was much more honest and well-behaved than its owner.

He suddenly said, "Don't you want to get curly hair?"

Fu Chaochao came back to his senses and reached out to touch his long hair: "Yes, I want to get curly hair, but I always forgot."

Bo Field: "Go tomorrow."

Fu Chaochao turned his head and looked over. His eyes seemed to be able to speak, and he was ashamed to speak, as charming as water, with a deep and unresolvable doubt.

Her mind was so miserable that she couldn't hide her eyes.

Bo Jingshen's eyes were slightly darker and said calmly: "I'm just entering the workplace, a new beginning, don't you want to change your image?"

Anyway, tomorrow is nothing, it is her last holiday. Before Fu Chaochao thought for a long time, he made a happy decision: "Then let's do it tomorrow, change your hairstyle and feel a little different!"

"But," she frowned slightly, "perming can hurt the hair, and I still want to dye my hair."

Bo Jingshen has no traditional concept. He does not allow his wife to curl her hair or dye her hair. Instead, he gives her advice with great enthusiasm.

"I know a store specializes in hair styling. It is said that some celebrities go there to do hair styling. Just go to that store. The materials are the best, and try to reduce hair damage. What color do you like?"

Fu Chaochao said uncertainly: "I don't like the color that is too exaggerated."

"Do you want me to choose for you?"

Fu Chaochao raised his eyes thoughtfully and looked at him, and suddenly said with a smile: "Okay, if you can help me, I will spend less time thinking, but I won't like the color that is too rustic."

Finally, she added: "I'm very picky."
Chapter completed!