Boss, please help

Chapter 10 The Aggrieved Zhou Wenping
Zhou Wenping never expected that he just looked up and saw a flower pot the size of a basketball fall from the window on the second floor.

He was startled, and watched the flowerpot fall in front of him without moving.

Then, he fell to pieces at his feet, and the broken porcelain was scattered everywhere.

A few prickly pears the size of eggs jumped up and hit his face, and the thorns on the surface pierced into his skin.

Zhou Wenping let out a howl of pain, and hurriedly pulled out the prickly pear.

The prickly pear was pulled out, and there was still blood on it, and several broken thorns were still piercing his face.

Zhou Wenping was furious and terrified.

If he hadn't raised his head just now, but continued to take a step forward, the flowerpot should have hit right on top of his head.

How risky!
The security guard was stunned, rushed to Zhou Wenping in a few steps, and asked repeatedly: "Boss, is there anything wrong? I'll call 120 right away."

What a fart 120!

Zhou Wenping glared at the security guard angrily, the muscles on his face were involved, and the thorn piercing into his skin hurt even more.

Several female shop assistants in the jewelry store also rushed out, scrambling to care for the boss.

Zhou Wenping asked the female store manager to use tweezers to pull out the thorns on her face, and then asked her for a makeup mirror to take a picture.

Fortunately, it was only a skin injury, and the place hit by the prickly pear was bruised, and the most serious injury was a small blood hole made by the thorns on the prickly pear.

He took a tissue from a female employee and wiped the blood off his face.

"The reception room on the second floor, who is in there?"

Zhou Wenping looked at the broken "Fish in Years" porcelain basin and the smashed "Lion Rolling Hydrangea" prickly pear ball on the ground, his voice was cold, and his face was gloomy, as if water was about to drip.

Employees who are familiar with him know that Zhou Wenping is very angry now, and the consequences are serious.

"Boss, I've been downstairs all the time, and I didn't go up to the second floor."

"Me too, boss."

"Boss, I've been watching the door."

Zhou Wenping was about to explode with anger, but he also knew that the employees on the first floor were usually cleaning in the morning, and they would not go to the second and third floors if they had nothing to do.

Those in the upstairs office are generally administrative staff.

"Clean up."

Zhou Wenping gave an order, suppressed his anger, and went up the stairs "crawling".

He wanted to see who wanted Zhou's life.

This is definitely not something that can be solved by expulsion.

On the second floor, Zhou Wenping ignored the greetings from several employees and went straight to the reception room.

There was someone in the reception room. It was Mr. Wang, the big client he had met with today, half an hour earlier than the time agreed by both parties.

When Mr. Wang saw Zhou Wenping walking in, he got up from the sofa, stretched out his hand and said with a smile, "Mr. Zhou, good morning."

"President Wang, I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

Zhou Wenping shook hands with him, and saw a seven or eight-year-old boy standing in front of the window sill, poking his finger at the bonsai placed on the window sill.

"Where are you talking? Mr. Zhou, I came early. This is my son, Zixuan, come and call Uncle Zhou."

The seven or eight-year-old boy turned his head, yelled extremely perfunctorily at Zhou Wenping, then turned his head and continued to play with the bonsai on the windowsill.

Zhou Wenping had a bad premonition in his heart, but he hoped it wasn't what he thought.

"You child, come here quickly, don't play with bonsai. Just now a flowerpot fell, if it hits someone, I won't take care of you."

It can be seen that Mr. Wang dotes on his son very much, even scolding him in such a soft voice.

The little boy retorted unconvinced: "Dad, I didn't drop it, the flower pot fell by itself."

It was because he saw the flower pots falling by themselves that he stared at the other flower pots curiously to see if they would fall by themselves.

Mr. Wang reprimanded: "Nonsense, how could the flowerpot fall by itself?"

The little boy said stubbornly, "I fell by myself."

Mr. Wang seemed to have nothing to do with his son, he shook his head and said, "Well, maybe the wind blows the flowerpot down. Anyway, stay away from the flowerpot."

Zhou Wenping: "..."

The anger that he wanted to burst out was instantly forced into his abdominal cavity.

Sure enough, he might not be able to take revenge for the time being.

An extremely suppressed sense of aggrieved arises spontaneously, and Zhou Wenping can't wait to yell twice.

Nima!

Bear children and so on, die to me!
"Mr. Zhou, your face is..."

President Wang didn't seem to see Zhou Wenping's unpredictable expression, looked into Zhou Wenping's eyes with a smile, and asked curiously.

Zhou Wenping forced a smile, which was no better than crying.

"I accidentally fell on the road."

Zhou Wenping said on his lips, but he kept cursing in his heart: Nima, Nima, Nima!
The flower pot that your son pushed down just now, you are in the office on the second floor, did you see the scene downstairs?
Don't you know that the wound on my face is all thanks to you, a bitch?
Dress up Nima!

I was almost killed by your son, would your grandson not know?
Everyone is a thousand-year-old fox, what are you talking about about Liaozhai?
But, but, but...

Zhou Wenping didn't dare to get angry, not only he couldn't get angry, but he had to put on a smile all over his face.

"It's just a few flowerpots. The child wants to see it. How can I disappoint the child?"

As Zhou Wenping said, he walked to the window sill, and pushed down the two remaining flower pots on the window sill in front of Mr. Wang and his son.

Two crisp sounds, plus a burst of exclamation from downstairs, were exchanged for the child's "giggle" laughter.

Mr. Wang shook his head and sighed: "Mr. Zhou, you will spoil my son if you look like this."

Zhou Wenping quickly admitted his mistake: "Yes, yes, yes, it's all my fault, Mr. Wang, please don't take offense."

The two looked at each other and laughed, and the host and guest enjoyed themselves for a while.

The beautiful female secretary hurriedly opened the door and walked in, holding soy milk and fried dough sticks in her hand.

Her face was ugly, especially when Zhou Wenping was staring at her calmly, cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

She already knew that Zhou Wenping was almost hit by a flower pot that fell from downstairs, and she also knew that Zhou Wenping was very angry.

Knowing that Zhou Wenping's anger could not be expressed to Mr. Wang and his son, he even wanted to laugh along with him.

Since Zhou Wenping's anger couldn't break out on Mr. Wang and his son, it would definitely break out on her.

Because she received Mr. Wang and his son, and she also arranged them in the reception room.

Later, Mr. Wang's son wanted to drink soy milk and fried dough sticks, so she went out to buy him soy milk and fried dough sticks.

This is of course no problem, after all, she knows that Wang is always a big client that Zhou Wenping attaches great importance to, and she can't please her too much.

Can……

How did she know that the brat was so annoying?

She is also very desperate!

Zhou Wenping took the soy milk fritters from the female secretary, handed them to the little boy with a gentle face, and said gently: "Zixuan, eat."

After the child took the soy milk fritters and ate them, Zhou Wenping whispered instructions in the female secretary's ear.

"Find me a seventeen or eighteen-year-old nun, about the same height as you. If you don't know what she looks like, check the surveillance outside the gate 10 minutes ago, and you should be able to see her."

The female secretary didn't even dare to ask more details, she nodded repeatedly: "Okay, I'll go right away."

Zhou Wenping said coldly, "If you can't find it, you don't have to come to work tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)