Mr.Fu's White Moonlight

The other side gave Qin Lang the form and took him to one side of the table to fill it out.

When Qin Lang started to write, the other side looked at Qin Lang idly: "Sir, you seem to have a good condition, and even such a thing happened?"

Such a thing, of course, means to be green capped.

"Miss, you seem to have a lot of quality, too." Qin Lang did not finish the second half, the form to the other side.

After that, the front desk lady naturally understood that Qin Lang was not a good chat up person and tied the form with her face.

No previous mild: "the results will come out in a week, wait for the phone."

Qin Lang didn't know anything. He knew that the routine was like this, but he didn't say anything. He nodded to know.

I watched the other party put things away, then I took back my eyes, turned around and walked out quickly.

Although he is not a star artist, Fu Shimo has been on the front page, gossip and entertainment cover in recent years. His popularity is no less than that of stars.

In order to provide public relations for his boss, he reported it frequently. This kind of private hospital organization is inevitably watched by reporters, so he should not stay for a long time.

However, Qin Lang didn't know that even if he tried to cover up again, he was found.

Just now, the receptionist at the front desk took the dressed documents and went to the office area. He handed them to a man with gold lace eyes.

"Boss, just now the president of Fu's special assistant Qin Lang came and sent a material."

The man with gold rimmed glasses suddenly raised his head and squinted at the document put in front of him because of the words of the receptionist.

It was a bit of a surprise, obviously.

"Qin Lang, is he married?" The man in golden lace soon calmed down again.

"Boss, Qin Lang is single, and what he is looking for is parent-child relationship. He has long hair and is a girl."

Since she is a girl, it is only his boss Fu Shimo.

"I didn't expect that Fu Shimo would do paternity test one day." The golden man squinted, held the document and said in a deep voice, "OK, I know. You go out first."

After the receptionist left, golden silk edge turned on the computer and sent out an email.

On the dance floor of the reception, Zhang Dong holds Ji Nanchu's waist in one hand, grabs her hand in the other hand, and turns lightly on the dance floor.

"General manager Ji, why did Mr. Fu leave you alone?"

Instead of talking about cooperation, Zhang raised a question.

Speaking of why, Ji Nanchu's face suddenly changed, but then instantly recovered as usual: "Mr. Fu left in a hurry, I didn't have time to ask."

It's very clever to talk about the problem four or two times.

Mr. Zhang didn't agree: "did general manager Ji have time to ask, or did Mr. Fu not want to tell you?"

"You are Mrs. Fu. Is anyone more important than you? Important enough to leave you without saying a word? "

"Mr. Zhang misunderstood. How could this be left behind? It's just a rush of time. There's always something unexpected. "

Ji Nanchu has recovered as usual, with this shallow smile and gentle voice.

Zhang Dong is a ha ha smile, the hand is more forceful a bit, embracing Ji Nanchu, slightly close to her ear opening.

"It's an accident, but I know about men."

"The most important thing for men is career and women."