Forbidden love to the bone, president please let go

After a while, the phone was connected, but it was not Mo tingjun's voice. The female voice was polite and serious: "Mr. Ning? I'm Mr. Mo's secretary. What can I do for you

"Where's tingjun?" It's not that I answered the phone, which is beyond Ning zhezuan's expectation. He had to ask again.

Mo tingjun's secretary replied, "Mr. Mo is in a meeting. If you have something to say, I'll convey it for you later."

"So..." Of course, it's impossible for Ning zhezuan to directly ask the secretary about the boss's private affairs, so he smiles: "it's OK. Just let him call me back when he has time after the meeting."

"All right."

Take up the line.

He didn't get the answer he wanted. Ning zhe Xuan didn't look very good, but he couldn't find an excuse to vent. He just turned off the TV and motioned Xia to go upstairs with him.

This time, instead of taking her directly into the collection room, he went to the office room as before and asked her to stay in his room as before.

Xia Fuqing was unpredictable for a moment, and didn't do anything superfluous.

Anyway, she has already told Yu's sister-in-law the news of the account book, so Mo tingjun should know soon.

As for who Mo tingjun is going to be engaged to and who he is going to be with, it has nothing to do with her. She doesn't have to care at all.

Here, as soon as Mo tingjun walked out of the meeting room, the secretary handed over his private mobile phone.

"What? Do you have a work phone? " Mo tingjun answers the question.

With a stack of documents waiting for Mo tingjun to sign in his arms, the Secretary followed him quickly to the office and replied: "basically, I have responded to all the business calls for you, and I've called you back for a few things that have not been decided yet, and there's another one..."

"What?" Mo Ting Jun lowered his head to unlock the mobile phone and prepared to reply to the business call in the call record. As he slid his finger, he reached a number and was stunned, "Ning zhe Xuan? He called me? "

The Secretary pushed the spectacle frame on the bridge of his nose and nodded: "yes, that's what I was about to tell you. Mr. Ning called you, but he didn't explain the reason. It should be a personal problem, so that you can call him back when you have time."

Mo tingjun's eyes were dim, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Finally, he pushed open the door of the office, still playing with his mobile phone in his hand. After a while, he said, "you put the documents here first, I'll sign them later, and you go out."

"Yes," the Secretary nodded and placed the folders one by one according to the importance. Before going out, in line with the duties of the Secretary, he reminded again: "Mr. Mo, I hope you can handle all the top documents today. These are urgent, very important, very important!"

Mo Ting Jun glanced at the table, some impatient: "OK, I know."

Then he fell his eyes on the mobile phone, pondering what it would be like for Ning zhezuan to call him. He also realized that Ning zhezuan should be suspicious.

Since Xia Fuqing made such a fuss, Ning zhezuan rarely took the initiative to contact him, and even a lot of the cooperation projects with Ning were yellow.

He was naturally clear about such an obvious doubt.

But now, Ning zhezuan even took the initiative to call him. What happened to Xia Fuqing?

"Mr. Mo, it's really urgent," the secretary went to the door and reminded him. Frowning, he couldn't help saying, "you always disappear from the company during this period of time. You've really accumulated a lot of unnecessary work for me. Please pay attention to your work hours."

Mo tingjun took a slight look at her and called her by her name: "yuan sirou, don't think you are my cousin to express your opinion on the boss's time allocation. I am the boss and you are the boss?"

"OK, you're the boss. You're very good," yuan sirou rolled her eyes and added before she left. "Anyway, if you don't finish the work today and leave again, I'll tell my aunt that you're squeezing the labor force."

Mo tingjun

Looking at the documents piled up on the desktop, he felt even more annoyed and sighed. He put down his mobile phone and took the lead in handling the most urgent documents. Then he got up and picked up the phone again and called Ning zhezuan back.

"It's nothing, just gossip." When Ning Zhezhuan heard his inquiry, he just answered with a faint smile, but his face was not very good-looking.

Mo tingjun's call back too late, has passed his interest point, what's more, now is not a good time, he has sent Xia Fuqing back to the collection room, now he is alone.

Mo tingjun eyebrows light pick: "what gossip?"

Ning zheshuan's face was a little pale, and he didn't plan to talk about it in detail, but the other side had already asked this question, so he naturally said: "I saw the gossip about your engagement to Miss Jane on the news, so I was curious to ask."

Mo tingjun's heart stone finally fell to the ground, as long as it is not about Xia Fuqing, everything is easy to say, so he can't help laughing out in a low voice, and replied: "zhe Xuan, do you believe this kind of gossip news? It's all graffiti. If I'm really engaged, why don't I mention it to you first? ""Yes? I think it's going to be a while before I can have your wedding Ning zheshuan exchanged greetings with a smile.

After that, they didn't talk any more and hung up soon.

After taking up the line, Mo tingjun's mood finally improved a lot. He sat back at his desk and tapped on the desk with his mobile phone in his spare time. The corner of his mouth inadvertently raised slightly. After thinking about it, he picked up the mobile phone again, and his slender fingers quickly clicked on the screen, sending a message:

enough play, close up.

Backstage dressing room of a program.

Jane Ning'an's face was heavy, and her hands holding the mobile phone were slightly trembling with anger. Suddenly, she threw the mobile phone on the broker's body and yelled angrily: "what's the matter? How on earth do you do things? How did all these manuscripts become like this? "

The agent's face turned pale. "I really don't know. All the manuscripts I gave were about love. I don't know why they turned into engagement in the end. I don't know either."

"When I'm in love, I can still make room with Mo tingjun. Now what do you want to do?" Jane Ning'an is black with a face, "now things are so big, if Mo tingjun really investigates, I'll be finished!"

The agent steadied his mind, "don't worry, don't worry, now it's just making a big noise on the Internet, we haven't made a formal response yet. When the media asks after the end, we will directly deny it."

"Can you do it?" Jane still has some doubts.