Chief husband, strong love!

The little girl was a little excited when she saw Su Yan. "Hello, Miss Su Yan. My name is ran Mumu. I'm the assistant arranged by the president for you."

Assistant?

Su Yan was also stunned.

Before she signed the contract, the assistant was sent first.

But on second thought, the night Lord also wanted to save trouble.

"Which President?" As soon as Jun Lan saw the raw face, his face was momentarily overcast. He glanced sideways at the past and sneered, "the one who sent rotten fruit?"

Ran Mumu: "?"

Rotten fruit?

What the hell is it.

Before ran Mumu could react, the document in his hand was taken away by a man whose face was almost full of unhappiness and warnings.

Jun Lan turned a few pages. The action that might break the contract at any time made ran Mu very anxious.

"Miss Su Yan, this is the document that the president asked me to send. The company has signed and sealed, and you can sign directly -"

Jun Lan looked more and more angry, and interrupted with a very angry smile. "Sign directly? She said she would sign this contract? What kind of Caotai team are you? Signing is not selling cabbage. Even if there is no ceremony, the contract doesn't send a decent person to talk. For this sincerity, it's better to go to the next overpass and find someone who doesn't lack arms and legs."

Ran Mu was so angry that he blushed. "The president said that Miss Su Yan would have no objection. If she really had any other requirements, we would ask the colleagues of the legal department to adjust... And who are you? What's a decent person?"

"An assistant dressed like Santa Claus might as well go out and sell matches." Jun Lan didn't pay attention to her at all.

He doesn't know how long he hasn't seen such a rustic woman.

No, it doesn't seem like a woman at all.

The point is that this contract doesn't have any freedom.

A Yan should be doing what she wants to do. At most, it's just a little money from the branch company.

Otherwise, what is the need to consider?

If she wants to be a star, can't she make her debut in France?

Like Europe, there are popular models with oriental faces.

There is no need to wait for the company here.

Jun Lan had to find a way to get rid of her idea of staying in Victoria city. In addition, she had no good impression of their president's rotten fruit.

While talking, he tore up the contract, stuffed it back into the hands of the girl who claimed to be an assistant, wrung his eyebrow and ordered, "get out, and take away the rotten fruit sent by your president before you leave."

Ran Mumu never thought that his work with twelve points of enthusiasm would be poured cold water from the beginning.

The other party's rude and even disrespectful tone almost crushed her self-esteem into slag.

"Jun Lan!" Su Yan's face sank, but it was too late to stop.

Jun Lan's decisive and neat style, even directly and impolitely refused without asking her what she meant.

She had a hunch that the fledgling girl might cry.

She immediately turned to ran Mumu, "yes -"

Sorry, the timid little girl has calmed down and said word by word, "if Miss Su Yan doesn't accept the contract, it doesn't matter. I'll go back and make it clear. However, since I'm not Miss Su Yan's assistant, I have no obligation to help take out the garbage."

She doesn't have a big voice, but every word is clear.

Although the words were to Su Yan, he raised his eyes and looked at Jun Lan, "so you'd better pour the rotten fruit yourself!"