Lovesick: The President's Destined Sweet Wife

At the end of the memory, Wang Cong went back to the office with Lu Dingcheng and reported some things. When he came out of the president's office, several shareholders with a strong gossip heart leaned over.

"Wang tezhu, what's good about boss today?"

Smelling speech, Lu Dingcheng looked at the speaking shareholder and kindly reminded him, "do you remember Vice President Chen who inquired about Mr. Lu's private affairs last time?"

When it comes to Vice President Chen, I'm afraid no one at the top of the company doesn't know.

It was five years ago, the day after Lu Dingyan, the second son of the Lu family, died. President Lu came to the company, and vice president Chen sent his sympathy. But the next day, Vice President Chen was sent to other places, and he was still demoted. So far, he has no chance to return to the head office.

What Mr. Lu hates most is the people who inquire about his family.

"We won't ask. Wang te will help you. Let's go first." Another shareholder ended the conversation in good time.

They all work in the company. If Mr. Lu gets angry because of his curiosity, it's not worth the loss.

But they probably have their own guesses in mind.

It's probably related to the legendary wife of the president.

It's said that after Lu's marriage, President Lu's condition is not generally good. It's hard for them, who are over 50 years old next year, to cooperate with President Lu's working hours. Most of the time, meetings will be held after 9 p.m. and staying up late is a family routine.

Watching the gossip shareholders leave, Wang Cong shakes his head helplessly.

The hardest part is whether he is good or not.

He knew all the family affairs of Mr. Lu, but he couldn't share them with others. He felt very sad.

Before Wang Cong finished sighing, he saw Wang Jiajia coming towards the president's office with a bitter face.

Subconsciously looking at the door of the president's office, Wang Cong thought, is there something wrong with the president's wife, so Wang Jiajia won?

"Assistant Wang." Wang Jiajia came near and gave a cry.

She has no spirit at all, especially the bags under her eyes. She looks as if she didn't sleep last night.

"Well? Miss Jia Jia, what can I do for you Wang Cong's fawning look.

Wang Jiajia is the little sister of the president's wife. It doesn't hurt to please her.

"Please let assistant Wang know a little bit about Mr. Lu's mood today." Wang Jiajia spoke in distress.

Ten minutes ago, she suddenly received a call from Lu Dingcheng, asking her to come up to the office to find him now.

Immediately, Wang Jiajia felt that she was finished.

From the phone, Lu Dingcheng is not in a good mood.

She was afraid of being called to the office and was scolded, so she had a bitter face.

Listening to Wang Jiajia's question, Wang Cong laughed, then approached her and said, "boss is in a good mood today."

Smell speech, Wang Jiajia can't believe of looking at Wang Cong, a pair of don't believe of appearance.

"Really?" Wang Jiajia doesn't believe it.

Wang Cong definitely nodded his head.

"The boss laughed at the meeting today."

If at ordinary times, Lu Dingcheng does not get angry is good, will laugh?

Looking at Wang Cong's affirmative answer, Wang Jiajia seemed to believe in it. After taking a deep breath, she went over and knocked on the door of the president's office.

When she heard the sound of Lu Dingcheng, she pushed the door to enter.

There was heating in Mingming's room, but Wang Jiajia still felt that when she opened the office door, a cold air came to her face, piercing cold.

He is the president of iceberg.