But her happiness lasted only three seconds. Just as she finished her arrogant and proud shout, a car stopped silently beside her. The window rolled down and the young man in the hoodie showed his face: "Mrs. Mu, where are you going? We'll take you there."
"..." Yang Shushu now really wanted to have a pair of Nezha's Hot Wheels, but she didn't have any. Even Truck No. 11 was shaking because it had been running too excitedly just now, and she couldn't run anymore.
She turned to face the two people in the car. Because of the intense exercise just now, tears were still streaming down her forehead. If it weren't for her natural makeup, her face would have looked like a clown. A gust of early summer breeze blew over, bringing some coolness, which made her feel less irritable. She smiled at the two of them and said, "Two big brothers, how much money did Mu Shicang give you? Why are you so dedicated?"
The man in the hoodie was relatively young and seemed quite cheerful. When she asked, he smiled and said, "It's quite high, so I don't want to lose this job. Mrs. Mu, please help me."
Yang Shushu slammed the car door and said, "Okay, considering you're smiling and so handsome, I'll do you a favor."
As she spoke, she got in the car and said, "Let's go to my husband's company. I told him that you are all very dedicated, especially you, my dear brother. You have a very good temper and a very handsome smile, especially to me. Your smile is very gentle and makes me feel as warm as heaven. I will ask someone to give you a raise."
At first, the guy in the sweatshirt didn't understand, but as he savored it, he finally realized something was wrong. The boss's wife praised him for his handsomeness in front of him and was so gentle with her? What would the boss think? Would he still have his job?
"Mrs. Mu, no, please let me go." The guy in the sweatshirt was very cheerful and adaptable. He was sitting in the passenger seat at this time. He turned around and put his hands together to beg Yang Shushu, looking extremely pitiful.
The man in the jacket who was driving couldn't bear to watch. How could he be a partner with this person?
Yang Shushu was amused by him. This matter had nothing to do with her, and she was just venting.
"It depends on your performance."
At this time, Jacket Face looked straight ahead and asked seriously, "Mrs. Mu, do you really want to go to Mr. Mu's company?"
Yang Shushu didn't answer him immediately, but asked, "Do you have a phone with you?"
The man in the hoodie answered first: "I brought it."
"Oh, then lend it to me." The man in the hoodie didn't think much about it and handed the phone to her directly.
She looked at the man in the jacket again: "Brother, did you bring yours?"
The man in the jacket suddenly became alert: "Why does Mrs. Mu want a phone call?"
Yang Shushu had already prepared the answer: "We can form a team with ourselves and play together, so what? I won't run around, and I can't even borrow a phone to play with it?"
The man in the jacket thought about it, and finally took out his phone and handed it to her. She took the two phones in her hand and put them in her bag. She leaned back like a big boss and said, "Let's go to Mu Shicang's company now. I need to make a surprise check."
Man in jacket: “…”
Man in sweatshirt: “…”
This young lady's actions are a bit sassy!
………………
The phones of the man in the jacket and the man in the sweatshirt were taken away, and they had no way to inform Mu Shicang. At this time, Mu Shicang was in a meeting. He inexplicably felt cold, broke out in a sweat, and sneezed twice.
The shareholders present at the meeting looked at him with some concern. No one wanted a president who could bring them huge profits to fall ill. An ordinary person might just rest for two or three days when he was sick, but if this person stayed at home for a few days, he would lose not only his own time, but also their money.
"Mr. Mu, are you feeling unwell?" the secretary beside him asked softly.
Mu Shicang shook his head and motioned to continue, so the meeting continued and this little episode was skipped over.
until--
As the meeting was coming to an end, someone suddenly knocked on the door. The sound was continuous and very urgent.
Everyone in the company knew that Mu Shicang hated being interrupted during meetings. If there were visitors, the secretary office outside would lead them to the reception room to wait.
But today, someone actually ignored his rules, and everyone's eyes unconsciously turned to Mu Shicang.
Normally he always smiles at others and rarely gets angry, but only those who have stayed with him long enough know that the angrier he is, the gentler his smile becomes.
Wang Qiaoran had known him since her student days. She considered herself to be the person who knew Mu Shicang best, apart from Mu Hai's old grandfather.
She saw that Mu Shicang's hand was still holding the pen, without moving, and the smile on his face was even gentler than before. She knew that he was angry. Without him saying anything, she stood up and walked to the door of the meeting room and opened it.
The conference room, which had been filled with whispers just now, suddenly fell silent, but the person outside the door didn't make much noise. She whispered a few words into Wang Qiaoran's ear. Wang Qiaoran's face showed obvious surprise, but then she calmed down again. She nodded and let the secretary go first.
Wang quietly returned to the conference room, walked to Mu Shicang, and whispered, "Mr. Mu..."
Then everything that followed was said right into Mu Shicang's ear, the level of intimacy having surpassed the realm of superiors and subordinates, but the entire company seemed to have gotten used to it, and everyone was curious about what had happened that could have caused this special assistant, who was always arrogant and domineering and looked down on everyone except President Mu, to look at him with such surprise.
Then he saw an even more magical scene. Their President Mu, who always smiled gently and politely, with even the curve of his mouth corners being extremely precise, actually had his mouth corners twitching, and a hint of annoyance appeared in his eyes.
What's going on? What's going on?
No one was in the mood for a meeting anymore.
But Mu Shicang just said calmly in the end: "Continue."
Ten minutes later.
The meeting was over. Mu Shicang, who was always the last one to leave the meeting room, left the room quickly without saying a word. Wang Qiaoran followed him silently, but when she turned around so that she could not be seen by everyone behind her, she frowned.
As Mu Shicang walked towards his office, he regretted that he shouldn't have given such an order before. What did he mean by telling her to go wherever she wanted and just follow him? He should have asked them to keep the person at home.
While thinking, Mu Shicang walked out of the elevator. His steps were much more hurried than usual. Wang Qiaoran had to speed up to keep up with him, but before they reached the reception room, they saw several people from the secretary's office standing in a circle, and they could faintly hear someone crying.
Wang curled his lips quietly, with disdain in his eyes. Those who could stay on this floor were not simple. There was only one person who could cry like this. But who could he blame? It was his own fault for not having self-awareness. Didn't he know where he should come and where he shouldn't come?
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