Quick Transmigration: I Use the Male Fertility System to Stabilize the World

Ai Cao was bound to a system under the Heaven's Will.

The skills provided by the system allow men to get pregnant, using their bodies as nourishment (upon death) to birth new life.

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Chapter 131 The Overbearing CEO's Pampered Love for a Fallen Rich Girl (16)

After she finished her afternoon interviews and saw off the last interviewee—

Cen Yu looked at the closed conference room door and sighed deeply.

Cen Yu said, "I'm so tired."

She was leaning over the conference table, playing with her fingers. Lately, to make typing more comfortable, she's even only doing simple manicures, without a single rhinestone on her nails.

Cen Lan asked, "Are you tired already?"

Ai Cao, who had been resting with her eyes closed, opened them blankly and asked, "Is it over?"

Cen Yu glared at Ai Cao fiercely: "When did you fall asleep!" Cen Yu accused sadly, "You actually went to sleep by yourself without even telling me to sleep with you!"

Feng An calmly said, "When the twelfth interviewee left."

Feng An set aside the several sheets of paper she had filled with writing and then listed the shortlist of candidates on a new blank sheet of paper. She wrote quickly and handed the list to Cen Yu when she was finished.

Cen Yu picked up the paper and looked at it, saying, "Hmm... these are the same people I'm looking at."

She handed the paper to Cen Lan.

Cen Lan smiled and turned to Ai Cao, asking, "Little one, do you have any thoughts on this list?"

Artemisia blinked. She said, "Nothing?"

Cen Lan smiled and said, "You should have it."

Ai Cao thought for a moment before saying, "Okay, I do have an idea. If we're going to have an all-female team, why impose so many restrictions?"

She said, "At first, it was enough to just not like men. Later, the standards were raised. They had to say swear words they weren't good at, discuss issues they hadn't thought about before, and not show any aggression towards other women."

“Looking for loopholes in their freshly woven ideas,” Ai Cao shrugged. “I’m not used to this.”

Artemisia said, "I'm used to something more relaxed..."

“Of course you don’t need to get used to it, you’re not the boss.” Cen Yu stood up coldly. She rudely interrupted Ai Cao, her dark eyes flashing with anger: “But I have to be responsible for my future employees!”

The mugwort closed its mouth.