The President's Best Wife

Chapter 454 What are you looking for, my husband will help you find it?
Hearing Lin Shu's vicious words, Wen Qiao narrowed his almond eyes slightly.

There was the sound of an old exhaust fan.

Seeing the figure walking back and forth outside the door, Wen Qiao curled her lips with a rare sharpness: "Aunt Lin, I wish you a good time in the next 30 days."

"What do you mean, Wen Qiao, don't go, come back!" Lin Shu's growling voice sounded, her hair was scratched by her, and the fear and panic on her face showed.

Wen Qiao just curled the corners of her mouth coldly, the light from outside fell on her face, the fine fluff was easily visible, her eyelashes trembled slightly, but she didn't look back, but she could guess, Lin Shu The panic and viciousness on the face.

Wen Qiao left the reception room, and stopped the female prison guard when she passed by the door.

"Can I ask you for a favor?" Wen Qiao smiled slightly, her wet eyes curved slightly.

"What's the matter, as long as I can do it, I will try my best to help you." The other party put his hands behind his back and spoke loudly.

She stretched out her hand to hold the female prison guard's hand, and said tightly, "Please, take good care of my Aunt Lin, she is afraid of cold in summer and heat in winter."

She laughed so harmlessly that people could tell what she meant by hearing it.

When Wen Qiao left, she didn't see any well-dressed people passing by her.

Every time he did something cruel, Wen Qiao always thought of Meiji court in a panic.

It seemed that she hadn't been to the financial building for a while. She called Meiji Court, but the phone didn't answer until the ringing ended.

Are you busy?
After thinking about it, Wen Qiao still sent her a message, saying that he was on his way to the building.

Meiji Tei's mobile phone was placed in the drawer of the executive desk, and he himself was in the conference room, listening to the work summary of his department.

Originally, the man had a calm temperament and did not show his dew in things, but this time his displeasure was rare and obvious.

The person who reported the work was a middle-aged and elderly man. Seeing Meiji Court's face getting worse and worse, the voice of the report gradually lowered.

He is obviously a person who is nearly two circles younger than him, but a simple look from him can sift through his legs.

The Meiji court threw the documents in his hand on the conference table heavily, and his voice was raised a few degrees higher than usual, "Half a year... more than 180 days, more than 300 hours, the speed of the network is running at two megabits per second, And you couldn't even say a few words in half a year, and the promise you swore to me at the beginning made you eat it?"

There are dozens of leaders of different ages in the conference room, and they are as quiet as chickens at the moment.

Facing the thunderous wrath of the Meiji Court, they did not dare to express their anger.

The Meiji court is extremely efficient in handling affairs. Every time a document is submitted, it will be annotated or returned directly in less than 10 minutes.

And it takes them three or two days to come up with a copy every time.

In such a comparison, it really seems that they are here to eat dry food.

One of them was younger, a few years older than Meiji Court, but Fang Gang couldn't help defending himself.

"Six months is really too short. The gap between the rich and the poor is a problem left over from ancient times. How can such a drastic move across the country be achieved in less than three to five years? It is not bad to be able to promote it in half a year." As soon as this remark came out, Everyone was sweating for this brat.

The brave one glanced at the little boy who was younger than this boy but could overwhelm several of them.

"Three years and five years?" Meiji Court raised an eyebrow and asked.

The man didn't think there was any problem with this. Any ordinary bill could be implemented in a short while, so he replied: "That's right."

These words seemed to make this steady man laugh, with a smile on his lips, one hand on his hips, and the other roughly flipping through the dropped documents, he said in a low voice: "At this time three years ago, I remember that I just submitted the documents. filed a retirement application."

His deep and sharp eyes fell on the speaker, and he said softly: "Leaving aside the other things for now, have you reached the point?"

He didn't say anything about the next five years.

Everyone's heart trembled, and the person who said that he didn't have enough time shut up.

For three years, they may still be spinning around, but this man is like a legend, he has broken the system of appointment and removal from ancient times to the present, and has reached a position that they may not be able to fight for in their entire lives.

Looking at the meeting room where needles could be heard, the Meiji court stopped confronting each other, and threw the materials Han Lin investigated from Sichuan and Chongqing on the conference table, and the assistants distributed them.

"This is information from the Sichuan-Chongqing region. It's ridiculous that people there have never heard of these two words." Meiji Court pointed to the bold and bold text on the conference PPT, Poverty Alleviation.

"One month, I will give you another month. If you still can't do it, I will replace someone who can do it. Do you have any objections?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone stiffened their waists. At this time, even if they couldn't, they could.

Silence is the best answer.

The meeting was adjourned until the oppressive figure of the man left the meeting room.

The moment the heavy soundproof door closed, everyone's backs softened instantly.

He secretly scolded the Meiji court for being too strict.

I feel uncomfortable, but I still have to do what needs to be done.

Meiji Tei stood in the corridor, holding the waste paper brought out from the conference room——

Some time ago, I chatted with you about the deepened bill, which added several new contents.

He crumpled up these pieces of waste paper and threw them into the waste paper bucket beside him. The waste paper in the bucket would be collected and shredded by a special person and sent to the recycling bin.

He stood here in the corridor for a while before turning back from the meeting room to the office.

The moment he pushed open the office door, a seemingly absent fragrance drifted through Meijitei's nose, like a dream, and when he wanted to seriously explore the smell, he felt as if it was gone.

That moment was like an illusion.

It seems that I am really under too much work pressure, and I have hallucinations.

He first went to get a glass of water to drink, and then sat on the executive chair, with his elbows on the table, with one hand between his brows and his eyes closed to rest.

When the consciousness was chaotic, a slight sound came from the ear.

His eyes fluttered open, and the voice came from the living room.

Crash, the sound of a sliding door being opened.

Meiji court did not move, he vaguely guessed something.

"Huh—" A confused female voice came from inside, "Where did I put the headband?"

The voice was very low, as if speaking to himself.

The corner of the man's mouth curled into a gentle arc, he got up gently without making any noise, and leaned quietly against the door of the lounge.

The girl was wearing the shirt he hung here, and the loose neckline slipped down, revealing her round shoulders and delicate and slender collarbone.

The hem of the shirt could barely cover the buttocks, revealing two slender and straight legs, bending over and tilting the buttocks, shaking the Adam's apple.

The man quietly appeared behind her, his warm palms passed through her waist, gently encircling her, his head resting on the crest of her neck, and her breath was filled with the fragrance of her bath.

With a low and hoarse voice, he said, "What are you looking for, let my husband look for it for you?"

　It’s a new month, let’s move on with cute and cute recommendation tickets and monthly tickets
　　
　
(End of this chapter)