"My God! What is she doing in there?"

"Mu Zong, uh, is not in a good mood."

"In a bad mood? Can‘t you? Isn‘t she just married?" After biting his lip, Pamela decided not to go in. It was bad to be used as a punching bag.

"Well, you give this to her for me. I, I‘ll go first."

Say that finish, the little girl smeared oil on the soles of her feet and ran away.

Alger held the document in his hand and sighed, only to hear Claudia‘s roar： "Alger!"

Pushing the door and entering, I just stood still and threw a folder at my feet.

"Plan! Plan! I want to see the plan! Not rubbish! What do people in the planning department eat? I know all day long if I eat rice! If I don‘t do anything with my salary, I have opened it to me! No one left!"

When she got angry, she sat in her chair, calm and half－loud. At last, a lot of pent－up gas came out of her chest.

Looking at her face, Alger stepped forward over the thorns all over the place and asked in a warm voice, "Mr. Mu, do you want coffee?"

"Uh－huh." Nodded her head, she held her eyebrows and said, "Cook me a cup."

"Yes."

Shortly after going out, Alger came in again with coffee.

Claudia took a sip and looked up at him. "How was the blind date? How is the other party?"

This topic turns a little fast.

With a slight cough, he frowned： "During working hours, Mu always cares about my work and my personal affairs. There is no need to bother Mu always."

"Tut! I want to listen to personal affairs and gossip now." Knocking on the table, she sneered, "work? Is there a fart job to talk about? This cooperation case seems to be going to be scrapped."

"Mu Zong."

"Forget it, don‘t want to say pull down, you go out."

"These things?"

"I‘ll find someone to clean up later. I‘m very tired now. I want to be alone."

"Yes."

Alger‘s out.

Exhale a sigh of relief and Claudia put his hands over his cheeks.

"Hum."

The cell phone on the table suddenly rang.

She picked it up and pressed to answer without looking.

"Hello."

"Hello, Miss Mu, it‘s me."

"Wu Re? What are you calling for?"

"Well, the president sent me to ask." Wu Ruo carefully looked at Rowan, who looked heavy－faced, and said carefully, "Miss Mu, if there is anything I need to help, please say, our president..."

"Cough!"

"Oh! Not our president! Not our president! It‘s rowan family! Rowan family will actively cooperate."

"Is Rowan beside you?" Claudia pondered for three seconds and asked softly.

Wu Ruo immediately shook his head to rattle and thought that Claudia could not see it. He quickly said, "No! Absolutely not!"

The subtext of this sentence is： Yes, boss is staring at me with his gloomy eyes!

"Tell him if you have anything to say, call me in person and say it. Don‘t borrow your mouth."

"Miss Mu..." Wu Ruo was about to cry, "Miss Mu, you can tell me, please."

"Hang up." Claudia said, agile hang up.

Listening to the busy sound of "beeping" over there, Wu Ruo felt that she was not far from death, really not far away. She seemed to see death smiling and waving at her.

After swallowing her saliva, she put the phone away and said trembling, "Chief, President, Miss Mu said that she said she would let you call her in person."

"Oh!" Rowan‘s answer was only a short sneer, which meant： I used her! Call her? Dreaming!

But what Wu Ruo understands is： I‘m tired of it. People don‘t have self－esteem. If you don‘t get out soon, it will delay my call.

Her boss is simply duplicity.

She already knows.

"President, it‘s nothing. I‘ll go out first."

"Uh－huh."

Look, how fast the answer is, why don‘t you pretend to be cool?

Looking forward to her hurrying out so that she can make a phone call?

Hey, hey, hey.

Waiting for a few seconds, only waiting for Wu Ruo to giggle in front of him.

Rowan‘s sword－shaped eyebrows were awe－inspiring, his slender fingers curled up slightly, and he tapped the table twice. His thin lips opened gently and he spoke slowly. His tone was cynical： "You, what else?"