Sweet Wife, be Good!

"What are you doing?" Fang Lan asked Assistant Zhang in a low voice.

"Everyone has it." Assistant Zhang said softly.

Fang Lan looked around, and sure enough everyone had them, even in front of Zhuang Shihao, who always only drank coffee, there was a bottle of juice and a bottle of Coke.

Ugh? How do I know that he always only drinks coffee?

Probably there are some things that will come to mind when you touch the scene.

Regardless of him, it’s good to drink it anyway. Fang Lan has never dared to drink coffee. After drinking it, he couldn’t sleep all night. The feeling of being so tired physically but awake and peaceful at all. , I tried it once, but I don’t want to try it again.

If Zhuang Shihao gave her drinks and Coke alone, she would definitely not drink, and she didn't want to accept his favor.

But everyone has it, so she doesn't have a burden to drink it. After opening it, she feels happy, and it is better to coke and juice.

When others work overtime, she relies on coffee to continue her life. She has always relied on Coke to continue her life. Otherwise, the work is over and the person collapses.

Seeing Fang Lan unscrew the Coke bottle and sip it in small mouthfuls, the expression on Zhuang Shihao's face became much more relaxed, and the coldness gradually faded.

She was far away from him and was blocked by others, but the little expression of secret joy entered his sight accurately, causing the slight coolness in his eyes to gradually bring up the temperature.

All the shareholders looked at Zhuang Shihao like this, from the irritability just now to the present peace, even...with a touch of tenderness?

I haven't seen anything happening here, why did Mr. Zhuang's expression become so fast?

Could it be that everyone's report made President Zhuang happy?

Everyone looked at each other for a while, and they all looked back.

Everyone thought with confidence that this is probably the reason. The company's performance is good and everyone is doing their best. There is no reason for Mr. Zhuang to be unhappy?

Everyone's enthusiasm for reporting rose a lot, and everyone rushed to report.

Seeing that the time to meet Youyou was almost up, Fang Lan whispered Assistant Zhang to his side and said to him: "Can I leave first? I'm going to pick up the child."

"Did you say Young Master Youyou? Mr. Zhuang has arranged for a special driver to pick him up, and he will be sent directly here." Assistant Zhang said.

Fang Lan couldn't even find the reason to leave now. She glanced at Zhuang Shihao's direction. He was sitting in distress, with the condescension of the person who had been in the position for a long time. He raised his eyebrows and listened to the shareholder's report. He sometimes squinted his eyebrows and occasionally asked questions. One or two sentences.

Fang Lan was not happy to leave at this time and could only ask: "When can we leave? How long will this meeting take?"

Assistant Zhang said: "It is usually three days, and the time you leave each day depends on the work report."

Three days?

Fang Lan sighed lowly, but it was okay.

This is already one day, and the remaining two days will soon pass.

Time is almost up, Zhuang Shihao glanced at his wrist, Youyou should be almost there, and he said in a deep voice, "That's it for today, continue tomorrow, everyone has worked hard. Assistant Zhang, arrange dinner for you all."

"Okay, President Zhuang." Assistant Zhang had already arranged it, and the secretary led these shareholders out for dinner.

Sometimes Zhuang Shihao will accompany him, sometimes he will not. It depends on his mood.

"Does President Zhuang want to be with the shareholders today?" Assistant Zhang asked

"No." Zhuang Shihao intends to have dinner with Youyou at night, and he can join Fang Lan.

Together with this idea, it's a little overwhelming.