Rebirth of the Pampered Wife

About half an hour later, Zhang Yang was sweating profusely, and his hair became messy.

Holding two large cardboard boxes, Zhang Yang saw the sign at the door of the elevator. He was so angry that he couldn't help but yelled and kicked both feet when he put down the boxes.

Today is also considered to be **** mildew, and the warehouse is temporarily out of stock, so Zhang Yang struggled to find a part, but he encountered a traffic jam halfway. .

With a sigh, Zhang Yang bent down and picked up the two cardboard boxes he had just kicked aside and walked towards the stairwell.

The design department is on the 17th floor. Zhang Yang was breathing heavily all the way, and took a short break when he climbed a flight of stairs. When the cardboard box was moved to the design department, Zhang Yang was sweating profusely, as if he had been fished out of water.

Roughly lifted his shirt and wiped the sweat on his forehead, Zhang Yang raised his head out of breath to look for Mu Nansheng's figure, but when he looked up, Zhang Yang was dumbfounded.

The entire office was gone.

Zhang Yang held back his anger, thinking that he still had Mu Nansheng's number, he took out his phone and called.

At this time, Mu Nansheng was mingling with the people in the design department. When he was having a good time in the restaurant, Zhang Yang called.

Mu Nansheng turned off the sound of the phone with one hand and deliberately did not answer. When the ringtone was about to end, Mu Nansheng left the table and pressed the answer button unhurriedly.

"Hey, Miss Mu, where are you guys?"

"Oh."

Mu Nansheng patted his head, and there was apology in his voice, but the corners of his mouth turned up revealing her good mood at the moment.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Zhang. I forgot to tell you. I took them out for a dinner party. Well, I'll send you the address and you'll be fine."

Zhang Yang looked at the empty office, but had no choice but to get up, walked into the stairwell and went downstairs.

Coincidentally, as soon as Zhang Yang went downstairs, he saw that the sign hanging on the elevator door was gone, and employees from other departments of the company still took the elevator.

Holding a female employee, Zhang Yang pointed at the elevator, "Isn't the elevator broken? How can I sit again?"

The female clerk gave Zhang Yang a weird look, "The elevator can do it."

Zhang Yang's eyes widened, feeling unbelievable.

The female staff felt a little strange, so she quickly let go of her hand and closed the elevator door.

Zhang Yang's whole body is not well now, his white shirt is tightly attached to his belly, and his face is not very good.

Zhang Yang is now a little doubtful whether this is man-made or simply his own bad luck.

I didn't think about it anymore, it happened that Mu Nansheng was treating guests now, and as a colleague, he had to take a bite of anything he said.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang became energetic, thinking about what to eat when taking a taxi, and forgot his embarrassed appearance just now.

According to the address left by Mu Nansheng, Zhang Yang opened his eyes wide and couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Sure enough, the rich are different. They choose super high-end restaurants to receive guests.

As everyone knows, Mu Nansheng deliberately chose this high-end restaurant.

People like Zhang Yang, who only want to be around rich women and dress up to save face, are most concerned about public image and face.

Mu Nansheng chose the seat inside the glass window, so that it would be easier for people outside to find it, and everyone could watch a good show.

As soon as he got out of the car, Zhang Yang saw Mu Nansheng and other colleagues at a glance. Mu Nansheng raised the red wine, curled the corners of his mouth, and greeted him through the window.

Zhang Yang completely forgot how tired he was, tugging at his wrinkled short sleeves, and Zhang Yang walked over.

As soon as we arrived at the door, a waiter stopped Zhang Yang's way, "Sir, did you make an appointment? Our store is not allowed to enter without an appointment."

Zhang Yang didn't look good at the waiter who was blocking his way. He snorted triumphantly and pointed at Mu Nansheng, "My colleagues are having dinner, I'm late for something."

Zhang Yang thought he should give way when he heard the waiter, but he didn't expect the waiter to point to the sign next to him, "Sorry, sir, those with disheveled or unclean clothes will not be entertained."

Zhang Yang's face tensed, "No...why can't I enter?"