The domineering president's barbaric wife

Only one night, the secretary looked at the man in front of him, still can't believe that this man is his high spirited president. Red eyes, a careful look, you will find that the eyes are full of red blood. Although the dress is still the bathrobe that Leng Mohan wore when his secretary left yesterday, its color has changed from yesterday's snow-white to the general variegation of dyed cloth. His hair was messy and stained with some white tissue scraps. His face was pale and his lips were very pale.

It really confirms the saying that the book often describes the frustrated people: "what a poor and shabby look.".

"What are you doing here?" Lengmohan stands opposite the secretary. The distance is not far, just across an iron fence door.

The Secretary saw Leng Mo Han's appearance and expression, and knew that he had no intention to open the door for him. However, we can't manage so much at this time. It's more important to persuade the frustrated CEO to cheer up than to stand outside the door and endure the sun.

"President, I'm here for the company. The company needs you! " The Secretary blurted out that at this time, the situation is special, he can't slowly reflect on what he just said, that kind of words, in the ordinary, he is very sniffy words, hypocritical.

"You've been with me for many years. If you can't handle all these things properly, you can pack up your things and go back to your home today without using your resignation." Cold ink cold in the opposite frown, pale face is full of impatience.

"President... That's not what I mean." The Secretary bowed his head and sipped his thin lips.

When Leng Mohan saw the Secretary like this, he didn't want to talk any more, so he turned back and said to the Secretary, "don't disturb me all day today."

Looking at Leng Mohan turning around to leave, the secretary was anxious. For a moment, he said, "Mr. Leng, Miss Shen's death is not your fault. It's really not your fault. If you really regret it now, why don't you be nice to the person in front of you. Although Miss Shen has gone, Mr. Leng, there are so many women in the world that she doesn't have to be... "

Leng Mohan, who was moving forward, suddenly stopped. Then, the Secretary's words suddenly stopped. He was afraid that his president would not respond, and he was also afraid that his president would respond.

The steps didn't stop for long, and Lengmo Han continued to move forward. The speed of this time, much faster than before, but dozens of seconds, cold ink cold back, also completely disappeared in the eyes of the secretary.

"Mr. Leng, even if you love her any more, Miss Shen is no longer there." The Secretary whispers, not to others, like to himself. Instead of persuading Leng Mohan, he seems to be persuading himself.

The Secretary didn't leave immediately, waiting another 30 minutes at the door of lengmohan villa.

In 30 minutes, Leng Mohan taught the secretary this number.

The secretary still remembers that the first time he heard Leng Mohan explain this 30 minutes was the first time he went out to have dinner with Leng Mohan as a formal secretary.

The object of the party is not small, so openly dare in, and Leng group agreed time, late for 30 minutes.

The secretary is not exaggerating to say that the people on the opposite side are really 30 minutes, not more than a second, not less than a second.

Lengmohan is not arrogant, but he has his own principles.

He never waits for 30 minutes.

Of course, he won't let others wait for him for another 30 minutes. Unless it's voluntary.

Principle is principle.

Afterwards, Leng Mohan told his secretary this principle directly. Secretary is a good secretary, he put this sentence, deeply in mind.

One record is many years.

"... you're not to blame for Miss Shen's death, really. If you really regret it now, why don't you be nice to the person in front of you. Although Miss Shen has gone, Mr. Leng, there are so many women in the world that she doesn't have to be... "The Secretary's words, like the incantation of the hoop curse, will reverberate in Leng Mohan's ears from time to time, which makes his brain AChE.

It's so easy to transfer one's love to another person, but it's as difficult to do as it is to go to heaven.

Leng Mo Han pinched the more painful temple with both hands and stopped thinking deeply.

It's no use trying to change the target. Just let it be.

Shen Xiaonian never got up early in the morning to watch TV news, so it was only in the afternoon that Shen Xiaonian learned that his death had been made public through yuan Xiaoming's mouth.

If she hadn't known from Zhang Liang that Shen Nianzhi's identity information had been perfected the day before yesterday, Shen Xiaonian would be as anxious as Yuan Xiaoming.

Lunch was finished on the 16th floor of Heyi hotel. A meal, two adults eat some absent-minded, little guy Shen Yuchen eat is very sweet.

Yuan Xiaoming is worried about Shen Xiaonian, but Shen Xiaonian is worried about how to talk about Zhang Liang like yuan Xiaoming. Shen Yuchen has nothing in mind, so he is very relaxed.

Finally, at the end of lunch, Shen Xiaonian heard the first sentence yuan Xiaoming said to her: "Xiaonian, after lunch, come to my room to see me. I have something to ask you."

When Shen Xiaonian heard this, he immediately put down his chopsticks, nodded to Yuan Xiaoming and said, "just in time, I also have something to tell you."

This is the time. What's the use of procrastination? It's better to get rid of it as soon as possible.

It's not easy to wait until Shen Yuchen fastidiously finishes lunch. Shen Xiaonian sends him back to the hotel room first.

Because some worried that Shen Yuchen alone in the hotel, will be impatient, ran wild, so before leaving, Shen Xiaonian is still constantly exhortating, said: "Xiaochen, mother is with your father yuan, you don't run, can't run! You know what? "

"Come on, mom, I'll wait for you in my room! You go. " Shen Yuchen finished, also smile toward Shen Xiaonian waved two hands, "goodbye do not send" meaning.

Shen Xiaonian shook his head with a smile and thought: for this little guy, he really has no way to do it. Reluctant to fight or scold.