I've become a wicked stepmother?

The Secretary shrunk his neck and asked weakly, "president, how should an Lijun deal with this?"

"You should ask me, are you going to live or die?" Wei Junye raised his hand in front of his forehead and said in a low voice.

Goo Doo! The Secretary subconsciously stepped back, swallowed his saliva, and yelled in his heart: No, the president is angry and wants to kill people, am I going or not?

"Call inside and ask the woman to come up. I'd like to see who is so bold and always against my daughter-in-law! " Wei Junye leaned back, turned the armchair and turned his back to the secretary. He was biting the two words very hard. He could feel the murderous spirit coming from him just listening to the tone.

The Secretary subconsciously stepped back, "yes, I'll call her up."

Lu Zhengrong received a phone call from the president's secretary office. First of all, he made a deep self-examination and repeatedly confirmed that he was very tolerant of Shi and didn't embarrass her. Then he answered the phone.

The Secretary on the other end of the phone held the phone for a long time before he was connected. The feeling he had been repressing was even more repressed. On weekdays, his warm voice was chilly because he was in a bad mood. "Manager Lu, you are really busy! It's been a long time. "

In the face of his ridicule, Lu Zhengrong's heart was even more suspended. He said with a flattering smile, "if you are a little manager of design department, what can I do for you?"

When Lu Zhengrong said that, the smile on his face was as flattering as it was flattering.

The person on the other end of the phone doesn't need to know what kind of face he is using to please himself. What he says unconsciously brings a chill and a bit of disgust. "It's like this. I have nothing to do and I won't find something to do for myself? Even if his subordinates behave in such a way, they will not be able to make a living at the top

His words are heavier than his words, like a knife stabbing Lu Zhengrong's heart. Lu Zhengrong immediately broke down his face, and his mouth was full of bitterness. He said bitterly: "that an Lijun is arrogant and indulgent. He usually works against his wife. I don't have much to control. Who would have thought that she had such a heart behind her back, that... "

"All right." The Secretary didn't want to hear him pour bitter water at all, and immediately interrupted him, "ask an Lijun to come up to the top floor, and the president wants to see her."

Lu Zhengrong is a little surprised, this an Lijun's ability to make heaven and earth is really not covered.

"I'll call it now." Lu Zhengrong is full of answers.

The Secretary directly hung up the phone and handed over the documents at hand to Shen Tian, a secretary. By the way, he knocked on these men and women who were proud of their beauty and were ready to move. "You heard that, too. Don't make any crooked ideas."

A group of people you look at me, I look at you, unified caliber back to, "yes."

The Secretary nodded with satisfaction. By the way, he observed a few beautiful women who were not reconciled but had to be reconciled. With a burst of disappointment, how could he miss the pervert who had become a husband inside, and how could he not see me, the high-quality man who is opposite to you all the time? It's a pity that I always want to take one home to be my wife because I think I'll get the moon first

An Lijun was told by Xiao Xiao to go to the president's office. In a flash, her face turned white and her hands and feet became soft. She got on the elevator with her hands and feet and got out of the elevator with her hands and feet. In the blink of an eye, she saw the chief secretary next to the president coming, and subconsciously wanted to turn around and drill into the elevator.

But the elevator door closed faster than she expected. She looked at the elevator door closed in front of her eyes. The cold metal surface reflected her figure. The woman in it was pale and frightened. Her eyes glanced back, her fingers clenched tightly, and she was shaking

It's really a pitiful look. The Secretary stood two meters behind her, holding his arm, enjoying for a while, sighing and commenting.

An Lijun knows that there is a person standing behind her, and she is also the Chief Secretary of the president. She is the ghost of the bitch who wants to collect debts from her. She wants to try her best to restrain the panic in her heart, and constantly tells herself that maybe it's just a coincidence, it's just It's just a coincidence, a coincidence, "Hoo!"

"Ha ha." The Secretary chuckled. He was used to seeing people like this, but didn't look at her much. He turned around and walked in the same direction as before. He said lazily, "the president has a meeting to open. Miss an, because of your speed, you have to wait for two hours. There are chairs and sofas. You can talk to your beautiful sisters about what you want to drink. You can also find the handsome and charming men on the other side. "

Hearing the sound of his footsteps, an Lijun dared to turn around and look at him. He happened to see Wei Junye, who came out of the president's office in a suit and shoes. He was noble, lazy and casual. However, the sight he had no intention of sweeping made an Lijun fall into the ice. He wanted to kill himself!

An Lijun was frightened by the idea in her mind. She turned around in a hurry and pressed the elevator button madly with her fingers.

But the next second the elevator door opened and closed.

An Lijun squatted helplessly, sobbed and began to really regret.

The cry lasted for two hours, and no one else came to persuade him.

Wei Junye came out of the meeting room on time. The secretary told him about an Lijun's cry behind him. Wei Junye had a cold face and didn't even give a redundant expression. "Tell her when to cry enough and when to talk."The secretary took orders to find an Lijun, who was numb and had enough crying, and took out a package of tissue from his pocket and handed it to her. "Since he had enough crying, he wiped his tears. The president is waiting for you in the office."

An Lijun looked up at him. Seeing his impatience, she pulled her lips and laughed. Sure enough

He reached for the tissue and said in a hoarse voice, "thank you."

Wipe away the tears on your face, take out your mobile phone, open the mirror, gently smooth the makeup on your face, suck your nose, look up and straighten your chest, and walk to the president's office.

The secretary looked at her psychologically all the way, and couldn't help but give her a little wax in the bottom of her heart. It's really like the silly white sweet mistress in the tragic drama ~

an Lijun summoned up the courage to knock on Wei Junye's office door, just like knocking on the door for a century, in which came Wei Junye's cold voice, "come in."

An Lijun went in according to her words.

Wei Junye put down his pen and looked up at the untidy woman in front of him. There was a trace of disdain in his eyes. He was silent for a long time. When an Lijun was about to stretch and run away, he said, "are you an Lijun?"

An Lijun nodded gently, "well."

"You can't judge by appearances." Wei Junye exclaimed.

An Lijun felt that his face was burning. He knew all about it.

"It's not good to rely on a simple brain. You need to recharge it. The company doesn't trust a public-private employee to undertake the project." Wei Junye light Piaopiao a will be ashamed of an Lijun to demote to the dust, can no longer lift his head.

The tears in an Lijun's eyes suddenly rolled out, imploring: "I, I know I'm wrong, I can't do without this job, I have to pay the mortgage and car loan, I..."