"Ah?" Wu Ruohui, scared cold sweat already, "nothing! Nothing! I‘m fine! I‘ll be right away..."

Turning around, she took three steps and two steps and ran away.

The door closed behind him, and Wu Ruo held the door handle, giving birth to a kind of desperate rush.

"Secretary Wu?"

A puzzled male voice sounded in front of him.

Wu Ruo looked up and motioned with his hand, "Don‘t go in at the moment. The president is busy."

The manager knew it and nodded hastily to thank him： "Thank Secretary Wu for his advice. When will I come?"

After estimating, to be on the safe side, Wu Ruo said： "You‘d better come back in the afternoon, then the president should be fine."

This is nothing, they know it, not the busy and leisure work, but the mood of the big boss.

They all follow the boss‘s mood, so they must be careful everywhere.

"Well, well, then I‘ll come this afternoon. Thank you very much, Secretary Wu, for buying you a drink."

"It‘s okay, you go." Waving his hand to the manager, Wu Ruo went to his position and sat down.

Exhale a long sigh of relief.

Please boss, can she not do such things in the future?

What‘s wrong with her to get such a boss?

Outside, I only saw her bright and beautiful, and envied her for a well－paid job.

However, I can‘t see the dark tide inside, and if I‘m not careful, it will be a disaster.

She still needs to buy more insurance, yes, to be on the safe side.

The black cell phone was placed on the table.

The man was sitting on the chair with bright phoenix eyes staring at the fuselage, almost staring out a hole in the fuselage.

It is a question whether to fight or not.

If you hit, your face will definitely disappear.

If you don‘t fight, your wife may not be there. The most terrible thing is that even your son may be lost.

So when the question of whether to fight or not was put before Mr. Rowan, Mr. Rowan hesitated and chose to fight.

If you lose your face, you can find it again. If you lose your wife, it will be difficult to find it again.

One hand clenched his fist on his lip and coughed lightly. He held his cell phone in the other hand and waited for the person over there to answer.

At that time, far away.

The white mobile phone was vibrating with a whirl. On the screen, the word "Rowan" flashed.

Claudia leaned back in his chair, his long legs lifted and draped on his desk, his hands clasped his shoulders, and he was carefree.

The vibration stopped and then resumed.

This was repeated several times before she took her cell phone and slowly pressed it to answer.

The mobile phone was stuck to his ear, and Mr. Rowan‘s cynical voice came： "intentionally?"

"It‘s only seven times, but my patience is too good." Claudia‘s tone was no better than Rowan‘s. "Do you think I am patient and can eat me, so I dare to be so presumptuous?"

Unbridled?

This word, she used to say him?

Rowan laughed and did not know whether she had eaten the courage of Xiong Xin‘s leopard or the courage of the dog.

Raise your hand and pinch your eyebrows. The following words are obviously soft, "How about you miss me?"

"Yo, Mr. Rowan said so reluctantly, where dare I? I didn‘t eat bear heart leopard bravery."

Haven‘t eaten yet?

I‘m afraid I ate double.

"Claudia, enough is enough."

"Right, right, enough is enough, I don‘t just enough is enough? If Mr. Rowan doesn‘t give it, I can‘t take it. Can‘t I not take it yet?"

"You!"

"How am I?"

"You... say whatever you want and I‘ll give it, okay?"

"I don‘t want it so reluctantly!"

"Not at all... reluctantly, I volunteered, okay?"

"But your tone doesn‘t sound like voluntary at all." Mumbling, Claudia could not help but be happy.

Indeed as expected, being Mrs. Wen has many benefits, and playing coquetry is more natural and natural than before.

Yes, it is.

"What do you want me to say, eh?"

"Be gentle, be patient and speak softly."

"Claudia, don‘t push your luck."

"Well, then I‘ll hang up." In this way, she still held her cell phone in her ear and did not mean to hang up.

The so－called, royal husband‘s way.

This time let him go easily, how can he be tamed in the future?