Miss Savage and Arrogant President

Mo Wuyou realized that Shen Hao's comers were not good. She was worried about what was going on there. She stood up and walked to Shi Rutong: "sister Tong, thank you today. Come here first. I will invite you to dinner tomorrow."

Shi Rutong also knew that she was not suitable to stay here at this time. She pretended that nothing had happened and smiled generously: "OK, I'll go first. Please tell the president."

"Well, good."

Then Mo Wuyou heard the fierce quarrel next door. Most of them were Shen Hao talking. His high pitched waves shook the whole floor.

"I've called you my second brother for nothing for so many years. It's just that woman. Don't worry. What's it? It's just a woman. You spent nearly 10 billion on a broken company for her, and I just asked you for a billion. You refused to give it to me. Did you take me as your brother? Ah?!"

Nearly 10 billion? For me? Mo Wuyou sat here and heard this sentence. His heart was heavy and his pressure increased.

The noise in the next room continues.

A huge slap on the table accompanied by Shen Hao's roar: "are you human?"

"Didn't I just take Xiyan away? For this matter, I was directly rushed to the branch by my father. Isn't that enough? As for you, you still hate now?"

"Have you taken me as your brother since childhood? Just like your indifference, I don't think you have anyone in your heart! I tell you, either you can make up for the 500 million I lack, or I'll go to your father to argue. You can do it."

Mo Wuyou sat in his chair and listened to Shen Hao's words. His heart was like a big stone, which was hard to bear.

Shen Hao's words are stabbing Shen Sheng in the heart. Mo Wuyou also wants to ask him, do you take your second brother as a brother again?

From beginning to end, Mo Wuyou couldn't hear Shen Sheng's answer. He was anxious and worried.

But she couldn't rush there. She had to worry here. There was no way.

"Good! Good! Good! So you don't agree! You're really my second brother!"

"If big brother were still there, he would never do that! Do you deserve big brother? Ah?!"

When Shen Hao finished this sentence, Mo Wuyou finally heard Shen Sheng's answer.

"Get out!"

Shen Sheng Huoran in the office got up and looked straight at Shen Hao with cold frost like eyes.

Shen Hao held the table tightly in fear, and his fingers turned white, so he could support himself.

He summoned up the courage to look at Shen Sheng and said more sarcastic words: "am I wrong? You pat your conscience, do you deserve your brother? If your brother didn't save you, he could..."

Before Shen Hao's words were finished, Shen Sheng's anger could no longer be suppressed. He grabbed the inkstone at hand and fell hard. The inkstone passed Shen Hao. With a loud "Dong" sound, it fell to the ground a few meters away. It immediately split into pieces all over the ground and scattered in all corners of the ground.

It can be seen how great the force is!

Then there was a deafening roar: "get out!"

Shen Hao looked at Shen Sheng. His eyes were as cold as a skate. There was no temperature. His face was tight and cold. His lips were tight. He was like a mad lion with angry hair. He would open his mouth at any time!

His legs trembled and his face turned pale. Even with great courage, he couldn't support Shen Sheng. He immediately threw down his armor and fled.

After Shen Hao left, Shen Sheng stood still, as if time was still.

Mo Wuyou next door heard that Shen Hao was gone. Worried, she hurried over, but when she ran to the door, she stopped and was stunned. Her feet seemed to have roots and couldn't move on the ground.

The door of the office was wide open, so the scene inside was clear at a glance.

The debris on the ground, the isolated figure in front of the desk and the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air make Mo Wuyou think of how similar it was in the shooting range, as if it was a reproduction of the scene.

Sheng, what kind of pain do you have in your heart? Can make you so proud that you will be as angry as Mount Tai in the face of everything, and hurt as soon as you touch it

Inside and outside the door, Mo Wuyou looked at him for two minutes, and then walked firmly to him.

No matter what is in your heart, I want to accompany you and face it together.

Mo Wuyou walks to Shen Sheng. Then he sees Shen Sheng's hand hanging down, clenched into a fist, his bones creaking and his body tight.

Mo Wuyou's eyes turned red for a moment. She stretched out her hand to flatten Shen Sheng's hand. She didn't want to see him like this.

But as soon as she met Shen Sheng's hand, she was thrown away by him immersed in his thoughts. Mo wuworry was unstable and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, she responded quickly and held the bookshelf on one side in time.

At this time, she finally knew why Linsen held her at the shooting range and wouldn't let her go to find Shen Sheng.

Shen Sheng finally reflected at this time. The indifference in his eyes had not completely subsided. He looked coldly at Mo Wuyou who appeared at this time, didn't come forward, but asked in a low voice, "is there anything wrong?"

Mo Wuyou looked at the indifferent him, shook his head gently and walked up again.

Even if he is hurt, if he can really give him even a little comfort at this time, Mo Wuyou thinks it is worth it.

But Shen Sheng just took a deep look at her, and then without saying anything, he walked around her and left.

Mo Wuyou sighed heavily in his heart and quietly cleaned up his office.

At this time, she hopes to do something for him, but obviously Shen Sheng doesn't need it now.

Mo Wuyou thought: maybe he has been used to cleaning his wounds by one person, and is not ready for another person to join, and why isn't he?

Some changes and habits take time

While Mo Wuyou was cleaning up, Li Ming came in a hurry.

Seeing Mo Wuyou, he asked anxiously, "where's the president?"

"Just left. What can I do for you? I don't think he wants to see you now."

Of course Li Ming knows this. When Shen Hao came just now, he saw it in the hall. Looking at the residue Mo Wuyou cleaned up, he knew how angry the president was, but he couldn't. He had something important to report.

Li Ming looked at Mo Wuyou with a bitter face: "the master wants to see the president."

"Master?"

"Is the president's father."

"Oh."

After Mo Wuyou asked, she continued to clean up her own, but she couldn't help thinking of Shen Hao's words just now. Did he really go to find Shen Sheng's father?

Instead of leaving in a hurry, Li Ming was alone and depressed: "what can I do? The master's tone seems very bad! What should I tell the president?"

Very bad? Isn't it more unlucky for Shen Sheng to go? Isn't it more hurt than hurt?

Mo Wuyou thought of this and suggested to the anxious Li Ming, "you can tell the master that you can't find your president."

However, Li Ming obviously thinks that her proposal is not feasible. If you talk back to the master like this, with the master's temper, he can directly go back to his hometown. Let's tell the president.

"Since the president is not here, I'll go first."

Mo Wuyou stopped him, pointed to the residue on the ground and asked, "what is this?"

Li Minghui's absent-minded: "inkstone."

"Inkstone? How did your president have this?"

"Our president likes to practice calligraphy."

Calligraphy? Is there a mistake? Shen Sheng likes calligraphy? Such a cold, decisive and independent person, she really can't combine him with such elegant and atmospheric preferences.

You can't judge a man by his appearance! It seems that he is superficial.

Since he put it on his desk, it should be a regular and indispensable thing.

So in the afternoon, Mo Wuyou took those fragments to the inkstone shop for consultation and wanted to buy him another piece.

But no one knows what kind of inkstone it is? After visiting several stores, it was the same result. I didn't know her. Finally, she finally gave up.

In the last shop, I chose a dark green Duan Inkstone that looked pleasing to my eyes. It felt very slippery. It was carved with exquisite plum blossoms. It was very beautiful. It was as pleasing to the eyes as a work of art. Mo Wuyou bought it.

He bought some potted plants and put them together in Shen Sheng's office.

With these decorations, the office is immediately full of vitality. Looking at your masterpiece, don't worry and nod with satisfaction.

Towards the evening, Zhou Pingjun called: "the charity party will start soon. I'll pick you up later?"

If he hadn't made this call, Mo Wuyou almost forgot about it. She quickly replied, "no, I'll go there myself."

She's not ready now. How can she go?

Mo Wuyou hung up the phone, hurried home, changed his clothes, put on light makeup, rolled up his hair, and quickly felt the scene of the party.

Park the car and tidy it up. When Mo Wuyou walked to the door of the meeting, Zhou Pingjun was waiting there.

"Sorry for being late."

Zhou Pingjun looked at her and saw that she was really beautiful. Her tight evening dress perfectly displayed her enchanting figure. It was really a crime!

He felt the necklace he had specially prepared in his pocket and looked at Mo Wuyou's high collar dress. He sighed in his heart and didn't take it out.

Gentle smile: "it's all right, it's not late, just right."

When Zhou Pingjun finished, he took the initiative to carry his arms and bend them: "come on, beautiful lady."

Mo Wuyou smiled slowly, took his arm and walked into the meeting with him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the door, a middle-aged man in suit and shoes warmly welcomed him and held out his hand: "Hello, President Zhou, nice to meet you. I'm Zhang He Lu of Fengsheng real estate."

Zhou Pingjun politely shook back: "Hello, president Zhang."

Then waves of people exchanged greetings in turn.

There are countless cameras taking pictures.

From the beginning to the end, Mo Wuyou just nodded and smiled, polite and polite, but she was actually unhappy, it can be said that she was very unhappy.

She never thought that Zhou Pingjun's attention was so high that when she came to the charity party with him, so many reporters would pay attention. Mo Wuyou didn't even know whether he would be published in various magazines and newspapers for the first time in his life tomorrow.

Zhou Pingjun didn't mention all this before. He just said that he would attend a small charity party without a female companion.

Hehe... Don't worry. Look at this large venue that can accommodate thousands of people. There are countless people in the upper class. Is this called small?

If Zhou Pingjun hadn't helped her before, she didn't want to embarrass him in public. With her character, she would definitely turn around and leave.

When no one came again and Mo Wuyou smiled almost stiff, she smiled and said coldly to Zhou Pingjun: "I'll go first."