Chapter 33 Zheng Anran's Little Thoughts

In the evening, when Fu Yining got home, it was actually not too late.

After she finished her meal with Chen Yujia and Wu Yuan, she also sent Wu Yuan to the train station.

Because Wu Yuan couldn't wait to come and work for Fu Yining, she bought a ticket home that night and prepared to resign the next day.

After Fu Yining sent someone home, he did not see Yu Zhili immediately.

Has he not come back yet or is he already resting in the room?

She didn't know, and before she could ask, Song Qingyu successfully diverted her attention with a gift.

"What is this?"

"Mom, I picked out a dress for you. I hope you don't mind it."

Fu Yining opened it and saw that it was a very designed denim miniskirt, the kind of style that the former unrestrained "Fu Yining" would never like.

But Fu Yining likes it very much.

Sure, how does the heroine know what she wants?

"Mom, are you satisfied?"

"Well, I'll just try my best."

Seeing Fu Yining stacking up and putting away the gifts she had given him, Song Qingyu smiled secretly.

That's what liking means, right?

She knew she would like it, as could be seen from Fu Yining's reaction when she saw the dress she took out yesterday.

Song Qingyu boldly guessed that the "mother-in-law" standing in front of her should not be very old, maybe about the same age as her?

So whatever she likes, she will also like. This is Song Qingyu's unique intuition.

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At noon on a weekday, workers who have been busy all morning get together to have lunch, then come back to take a nap to prepare for work in the afternoon.

Some of them chose to eat in the cafeteria on the second floor of the company, while others went to eat in nearby restaurants.

Molly, who was working at the front desk on the first floor, had not yet waited for her colleague to come to relieve her shift, so she had no choice but to sit on a chair with her chin in her hand, watching the happy backs of others as they went to eat first.

Thinking that no one would come over at this time, she took out her phone from the drawer and started watching videos.

"Hello, little sister?"

Molly was so focused on her phone that she was almost startled by the sound.

She looked up and saw a pretty girl with exquisite dress standing in front of her, smiling at her gently.

Molly immediately put down her phone and smiled professionally: "Hello, who are you?"

The girl in front of me was holding a square handbag filled with food.

She replied, "I am a friend of your Mr. Xiao Yu, and I came here to bring him lunch."

Molly already knew that Yu Mingze was married, but the girl in front of her said she was his friend and even brought him lunch?

Isn't that right?

Could it be one of Xiao Yu's persistent suitors? And even if it was a female friend, it would be inappropriate to send lunch to a married person in such a ostentatious manner, right?

It's a bit strange no matter how you think about it.

Despite her doubts, Molly kept her composure and continued to ask the girl in front of her: "Excuse me, do you have an appointment?"

The girl maintained an elegant demeanor and replied, "I don't have a reservation, but you'd better tell them for me. Your Xiao Yu will definitely agree to let me go."

So confident?

"Okay, please wait." Molly smiled.

She asked the girl's name and then called Yu Mingze's office.

The answer she received soon after was that Yu Mingze did know the girl named "Zheng Anran", but he told Molly not to let her go upstairs because he wanted to come down to pick her up in person.

Molly put down the phone and took the person to the small sofa next to her: "Ms. Zheng, please sit here for a while. Mr. Xiao Yu will be down soon."

"Okay, thank you!"

Zheng Anran thanked Molly, but his smile did not reach his eyes.

Tsk, don’t think she can’t see Molly’s contempt for her just now. Now she has hit a wall, right?

When she becomes the boss here, the first people to quit will be those who look down on her!

Zheng Anran sat quietly on the small sofa. She looked at the empty hall, still feeling a little dissatisfied.

She didn't manage her time well in order to prepare the meal herself, and it seemed that she was still late.

Everyone in the company had gone to dinner, so how could she let them know that she would be Yu Mingze's wife, the future Madam Yu?

Looks like we'll have to go earlier next time.

Soon, the elevator door next to him opened and Yu Mingze strode out.

"Mingze!"

"An Ran, why are you here?"

Zheng Anran stood up from the sofa and looked at the man walking towards her with a smile.

"Mingze, didn't you say you were busy recently? I made some food and brought it here for you to try."

Of course, the greater purpose is to let others see her existence, know how virtuous she is, and how suitable she is to be the future mistress of the Yu family!

Yu Mingze was very happy in his heart, but because there were other people present, he couldn't show it directly.

He took the lunch that Zheng Anran brought him and said softly, "Let's go. Let's talk upstairs."

"Um!"

Molly was dumbfounded when she saw the two people walking into the elevator in such an intimate manner.

What on earth is going on here?

Wang Kegang, a colleague who came to take over, came in from outside, stood in front of Molly and shouted to her: "Moli, I'm done eating, leave this to me, you go and eat something!"

"Molly? Molly?"

Seeing that Molly didn't respond to her for a long time and just stared at the elevator, Wang Ke couldn't help but waved her hand in front of her.

"Ah? What, what happened?" Molly looked at Wang Ke with confused eyes.

"I said I'll take over, you can go eat now."

Wang Ke followed the direction she was looking at and looked puzzled: "What were you looking at so intently just now? You didn't even notice that I was approaching you?"

Speaking of this, Molly subconsciously said "Fuck", grabbed Wang Ke's hand and told her everything she had just seen.

Wang Ke's expression changed from curiosity to surprise, and then to confusion. She frowned and asked Molly, "That's impossible. Are you sure the person you saw was not Mr. Xiao Yu's wife?"

Molly couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"I'm not stupid. It was that girl who first said she was Mr. Yu's friend. If she was really his wife, why would she say that? Wouldn't it be better to just reveal her identity?"

"What you said seems to make sense!"

Wang Ke thought about it carefully and asked again: "Well, do you think this could be a little hobby between them as a couple?"

Molly shook her head: "No way, I remember that Mr. Xiao Yu's wife's name was not Zheng Anran. Her surname was... What was it?"

"What's your last name?"

"Oh, I suddenly can't remember. Anyway, his last name is not Zheng. If you don't believe me, you can ask other people."

Although these people had never actually seen Yu Mingze's wife, they had more or less heard about who the only son of the richest man in Lingchuan City married.

Molly's brain suddenly short-circuited and she couldn't remember the woman's name.