Chapter 22
"I'll be there right away." Ye Liran said dog-leggedly.

Seeing her flattering appearance, Jun Mohan was a little upset: "Whose phone number?"

Facing him, she had never done this before.

"It's from the director." Ye Liran pursed her lips: "I've asked for leave for the past two days, and he's unhappy."

"If he makes things difficult for you, don't do it."

"You support me." Ye Liran rolled his eyes.

Jun Mohan thought this proposal was very good, nodded, and said very seriously: "It's okay, Madam is always welcome in my arms."

What does this have to do with his arms?And why did she throw herself into her arms?

"Okay, I'm here." Ye Liran grabbed her bag, unbuckled her seat belt, and walked down quickly.

I don't know if it's shyness or avoidance.

Looking at Ye Liran's back, Jun Mohan had a charming smile on his lips, elegant and confident, and sure of victory.

Sooner or later, he will make Ye Liran fall in love with him.

As soon as he arrived at the office, Ye Liran's phone rang. As soon as he got through, before he had time to speak, the director asked someone to send a message.

Let her go there.

"Here we come." Ye Liran put the phone in his pocket and knocked on the door of the director's office.

Of course, don't forget to bring the design draft.

"Director, the draft is finished, please have a look at it." Ye Liran took the lead in putting the design draft on the table, and pushed it in front of the director.

The director glanced at it, pressed the design draft under his arm, and said with a serious face: "Why didn't you ask for leave? If I hadn't asked Xiao Zhang, I wouldn't know that you had asked for leave."

No, didn't she ask Xiao Zhang to ask for leave for her?
Before Ye Liran could refute, the director's words came again: "Also, I asked you to communicate with the editor-in-chief of SZ magazine, not to quarrel with others."

"not me……"

"You still dare to quibble, there have been phone calls and complaints against you, you should go back and write a review."

After being reprimanded, Ye Liran couldn't find a chance to speak at all. Fortunately, she encountered such things a lot, so she didn't take it to heart.

It's just a review, just copy it online and change the name and date.

Jun Mohan who was holding the phone, the smile disappeared from his eyes, and snowflakes slowly drifted up. A Chuan, who had been by his side for a long time, knew that he was on the verge of getting angry.

"Check all the people in Madam's company." Jun Mohan got out of the car.

Jun Mohan, who was as cold as ice, made people feel the distance even more, so when he walked into the company, everyone just stopped at a distance to say hello, and no one dared to step forward.

A Chuan silently followed behind, touched his nose, the president really cares about his wife.

When Ye Liran returned to the office and finished writing the review, she suddenly remembered the missed call.

She quickly took out her mobile phone, and when she saw the word husband on it.

With a soft hand, he almost threw the phone out.

"Jun Mohan?" Ye Liran called out tentatively.

"Is the review finished?"

Sure enough, she heard everything, Ye Liran wanted to bump into the wall in frustration, but unfortunately the wall was too far away, so she bumped into the table.

"Don't bump into it, you're already stupid, and if you're any more stupid, you'll become dementia."

"You are the only one with dementia, and your whole family is demented."

"Ha ha."

Even if he couldn't see it, Ye Liran could still imagine how weak Jun Mohan's smile was at the moment.

"My whole family includes you." Just as Ye Liran was about to hang up the phone, Jun Mohan's voice came through the radio again.

(End of this chapter)

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