Mr. He, don't mess around

Chapter 701 It turned out to be him!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Meng Lan could only stand up and walk towards the tea room.

It was particularly difficult for her to walk this short distance. After pouring out the tea, she carried the tray and walked towards the president's office.

Standing at the door, her footsteps froze slightly.

Through the thick door, Meng Lan could still hear the man's chatter coming from inside. Her fingers were tightly clutching the tray, her knuckles were slightly bent, and they turned white.

It's just a cup of tea, so... nothing will happen, right?
While Menglan was still in deep thought, Mr. Li's low growl came from the office,
"Secretary, pour water, really, didn't you see any distinguished guests coming? The efficiency of things is getting lower and lower now."

After listening, Meng Lan regained her composure, pushed open the door, and walked in with tea.

Standing at the door, she subconsciously looked at the man in a black suit sitting on the sofa. His slender legs were crossed, his facial features were carefully carved like knives and axes, and his aura was as cold and aggressive as ever.

He raised his eyes slightly, the falcon-like pupils were particularly complicated.

Menglan's hand trembled inadvertently, and managed to maintain some calmness.

"President Li, the Pu'er tea you want!"

"Okay." President Li looked at them with a smirk on his lips, "Xiaomeng, you shouldn't be too busy on the first day of employment today, sit down and have a cup of tea with President Feng?

Listening to his words, a layer of sweat secreted from the palms of Menglan's hands.

She pursed her lips, and then reminded, "I'm sorry Mr. Li, I still have a little work here, I'll find someone else to come over."

After saying that, she turned around and was about to leave.

But at this time, Feng Mu said lightly, "What? The people in Li's head office didn't even give them a chance to drink a cup of tea?"

"No, Xiaomeng is new here, she is not sensible." Mr. Li's tone was urgent, he said, and he quickly greeted Menglan, "Why don't you come here and pour Mr. Feng a cup of tea?"

Meng Lan's footsteps paused slightly, and a trace of anger appeared in her eyes.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Feng Mu did it on purpose!
But after all, it was a job she had found with great difficulty, so it would be unsightly to let her pick her up and leave, so she could only turn around and walk to Feng Mu's side bravely.

He poured another cup of tea and handed it to him, "President Feng, your tea."

"Thank you." Feng Mu responded lightly, but did not make things difficult, and continued to talk to President Li with the contract.

Meng Lan was slightly startled, she didn't expect him to let her go so easily, so she put down her vigilance and sat down on the sofa.

She didn't need any help, she just sat aside and helped store the tea.

After sitting for about 20 minutes, Meng Lan's cell phone in her pocket rang "Ding Dong" and sent several text messages.

Usually, this kind of situation is due to what happened to Liu Niancheng's kindergarten.

Thinking of this, Menglan's mood was disturbed, and she was really worried about her son, so she secretly took out her mobile phone.

In the class group, Teacher Xiaohua posted a text message: Please come to the school before [-]:[-] p.m., the parents of the two children, Liu Niancheng and Huang Mintao.

A few pictures are attached below the message.

Meng Lan quickly opened the photo with her hands, and she could see that Liu Niancheng's fair little face had bruises and scratches. It was obvious that she had fought with someone.

After reading it, Meng Lan's face suddenly turned pale, and she felt flustered.

Nian Cheng, he...can't fight with others!
Just as she was thinking wildly, Mr. Li suddenly raised his hand and patted the table, reminding her in a deep voice,
"Xiaomeng, what are you thinking there, why don't you hurry up and pour tea!"

Meng Lan was called back to her thoughts, she quickly stood up, holding the teapot on the table, and bent down to pour water for Feng Mu.

But her mind was full of images of her son being injured. Because of her restlessness, the teapot shook slightly and water stains poured out.

Accidentally, it spilled onto Feng Mu's expensive suit pants.

Seeing this, President Li's expression suddenly changed, and he reminded him coldly, "Xiaomeng, are you still awake? Why are you so flustered when doing things early in the morning..."

Menglan panicked all of a sudden, quickly picked up a tissue, wiped his pants,

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"It's okay." Feng Mu took the tissue from her palm, rubbing his rough fingertips lightly in her palm.

Meng Lan was taken aback by her movements, and goosebumps suddenly appeared all over her body.

"Come out with me and help me tidy up." Feng Mu's voice was deep and magnetic, and after he finished speaking, he stood up and walked outside.

Meng Lan was still in a daze, but at this moment, Mr. Li quickly waved at her,
"Go, why don't you hurry up and please Mr. Feng, and I will definitely give you a raise in the future!"

Listening to Mr. Li's words, Meng Lan frowned. Although she felt very uncomfortable, she didn't say anything, and followed Feng Mu to leave.

When she came to the lounge, Menglan asked the cleaning staff for an air dryer before walking in.

knock --

She reached out and knocked on the door.

Soon, a man's deep voice came from the room, "Come in."

Menglan took a deep breath, prepared herself mentally, and then pushed the door open, "Mr. Feng, please handle it yourself."

"Okay." Feng Mu responded lightly, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at her.

Menglan stepped forward, found a socket in the lounge, and was about to plug it in, at this moment, Feng Mu also bent down, leaning against her ear to remind,

"I was very anxious to see you just now, did something happen to the child?"

Listening to her words, Meng Lan's little face turned pale, and she also knew that after all these years, Feng Mu would definitely find out about the child.

There's no need to hide it too much, Meng Lan said lightly "Yes", "The kindergarten teacher asked me to go over."

As soon as these words came out, Feng Mu took the air dryer from her hand, and reminded in a deep voice, "You go, I'll talk to Mr. Li."

At the end of the sentence, Meng Lan frowned, and was about to refuse, but at this moment, the cell phone in her pocket rang.

She took it out, and when she saw that it was the kindergarten teacher, she quickly pressed the answer button.

"Niancheng's mother, come to the kindergarten quickly, your child has a fight with other classmates, you can't stop it..."

"I'm sorry, teacher, please help Niancheng a little bit more, I'll go there right away." Meng Lan agreed without thinking.

After hanging up the phone, Meng Lan's face was full of anxiety, she picked up her bag, and was about to leave.

Suddenly, Feng Mu stretched out his hand to grab her arm, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you need my help?"

"No need." Meng Lan replied in a deep voice, "Take it as a favor I owe you today, and make it up later when I have a chance."

To be on the safe side, she still didn't reveal too much about her son.

When they met again, they didn't have a very vigorous opening, nor did they have any loud disputes.

For adults, the so-called meeting is nothing more than being able to see each other again on a very ordinary day.

Even if there is already a turbulent wave in my heart, it can be expressed, but it is often less than one ten-thousandth of my heart.

(End of this chapter)