See You Tonight, My Evil Husband

Fortunately, Jiang Shijin left Wo Mei, otherwise there would be no good life for them in the future.

After a brief greeting, Qin Musheng and his party left.

Jiang Shijin said: the funds will be arranged as soon as possible, and will be in place in about three days. I hope Qin Musheng can focus more on factory production, communicate in time if there are any problems, and strive to put the stock solution into the market as soon as possible.

Of course, Qin Musheng is happy. More than anyone, he hopes to put into production as soon as possible. In this way, the expansion of Wo Mei is just around the corner.

Climbing the high branch of prosperity and reaching the peak of life is not a dream.

After signing the contract, I just walked to the door of the secretary room.

He Yao came out of the president's office with a disheartened face holding the folder.

The two looked at each other. To avoid embarrassment, Jiang Shijin asked, "director he, are you okay?"

"It's OK." he Yao smoked from the corner of his eye: "Secretary Jiang, do you know what's wrong with the president?"

"Ah?"

Moran suddenly appeared at this time: "Mr. He, the president lost his temper again?"

"It's not. I was picky early in the morning and picked bones in the eggs. I was also troubled." he Yao was wronged and seemed to have a stomach of bitter water and nowhere to talk.

Morang nodded and didn't speak. He yaochong reminded him, "take it easy when you go in later. The president seems to be in a particularly bad mood today. Be careful not to be like me."

"OK." Moran is sorry for his chivalrous appearance.

Suddenly he glanced at Jiang Shijin and said to himself, "do you think he is lovelorn?"

"Lovelorn?" he Yao was surprised: "the president is in love?"

The president who has always been obsessed with work falls in love, but it's big news.

Jiang Shijin lowered her head and gave a "click" in her heart. She was very nervous. Morang, is this the rhythm to find fault?

"Who knows?" he flattened his mouth, spread his hands, deliberately made a vague look, turned his face and asked, "Secretary Jiang, do you know?"

Jiang Shijin had a hundred hands in her heart to tear morang to pieces.

"Mr. Mo is really funny. How can I know?"

"Don't you know?" morang teased again.

"Of course not." Jiang Shijin clenched her teeth and narrowed her eyes, trying to keep calm.

Morang raised his eyebrows and nodded: "well, I thought you would know something when you accompanied the president to the auction last week... So you don't know..."

Intentional, it must be intentional.

Jiang Shijin hung a faint smile: "Vice President Mo, I'm a secretary. I don't dare to intervene in the president's private affairs."

Seeing their questions and answers, he Yao obviously had something wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong. He simply shook his head: "don't always be busy. I'll go first."

"Yes."

As soon as he Yaoyi left, Jiang Shijin lost his good face: "Mr. Mo, you're busy, and I'm gone."

"Hey! I haven't finished yet!"

Jiang Shijin ignored it and went back to the office without looking back.

Leave Moran standing alone: "temper is not small."

After complaining, he pushed open the door of the president's office in the mood of watching a good play, and hung an unkind smile: "I heard that you are in a bad mood today. I came here specially. It's interesting enough."

Mu Xiaoran sat at his desk with a gloomy face and said coldly, "no, no business. Please come back."

"Oh, you're so polite to me?" morang was surprised. He still used the word "please" to him today. It seems that he's really in a bad mood.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Moran came forward and asked, "you're in a bad mood? Why, quarrel?"

"Working hours, don't talk about private affairs." Mu Xiaoran opened his mouth coldly, his eyes never left the documents in front of him, and his speed has not decreased at all.

"Well, let's talk about business." morang cleared his throat and sat down opposite him. "Did you buy that $2 billion pink diamond necklace with your own money or the company on Friday night?"

Mu Xiao gave him an arm pause, then raised his head and stared at him indifferently.

"If it's your own money, even if I'm unnecessary, but if it's the company's money, it's still necessary for me, as the vice president of the group, to ask, isn't it?"

"It has nothing to do with the company." then mu Xiaoran closed the signed documents, obviously impatient.

Moran said, "Oh, where's the necklace you bought? Let me have a look."

"Personal belongings are not allowed to be lent out."

"Just look."

"I can't see."

"..." morang was so speechless that he pursed his mouth for a long time before he choked out three words: "cheapskate."

"You can't control it."