Six Treasures for One Child: The President Pushes Too Hard

"What did you say?" Warmother's loud voice came into Li Huan's ears, and he put the phone away from his ear with some disgust.

"President Zhan's plane at noon today, if you chase after it now, it will be too late." He kindly reminded him, and finally knew why Zhan Qingyuan went on a business trip with Qiao Suisui.

He complained in his heart and wanted to end the call as soon as possible, but Zhan Mu didn't intend to let Li Huan go.

"Where did Qingyuan go on a business trip?" Zhan's mother asked unwillingly, Li Huan coughed coldly: "This Zhan never told me that he booked the air ticket this time." He lied without changing his face.

His explanation was very reasonable, and the mother of the war did not speak thoughtfully. Li Huan felt uneasy. He turned off the computer and went out to breathe fresh air.

"Ma'am, how are you?" He tentatively tentatively, and hung up the phone after a few seconds without hearing a response from the war mother.

He patted his chest as if in a lifetime, and the front desk joked after seeing this scene: "Assistant Li, are you the devil?"

He answered the front desk lady seriously: "It's scarier than ghosts." The front desk was puzzled, and he chuckled and told her that she didn't need to know.

Except for Li Huan, no one else in the company knew that Zhan Qingyuan was in the field now, and they didn't relax their work at all.

Li Huan came to the coffee shop opposite the company and ordered a cup of Blue Mountain. The waiter came to him with a cup of coffee and a small dessert.

"Sir, here is a dessert for you." She was smiling, which was very different from the attitude of the company's front desk.

Taking a sip of the coffee has an endless aftertaste. The freshly ground coffee in the company is slightly different from this. The phone rang quickly, and it was still Zhan Qingyuan's phone.

He got connected impatiently, and the noisy voice of Zhanmu came from inside: "Assistant Li, didn't Qingyuan tell you anything?" It seemed that Zhanmu was going to break the casserole and ask the bottom line.

"No, I have to go to a meeting, so I'll hang up first." He said perfunctorily, and the war mother was full of anger and had nowhere to vent.

"Madam, calm down, why don't you call Miss Qiao to see if they are together." The nanny suggested.

The war mother snorted coldly, she didn't want to contact Qiao Suisui, and the nanny had no choice but to shut up resentfully.

In the afternoon, she went to a high-end massage-club, and the manager saw that it was Zhanmu who hurried up to greet her.

"Mrs. Zhan, long time no see. Are you still the same today?" The manager's attitude satisfied Zhan's vanity.

She lay flat on the massage chair, and the manager was talking to Zhanmu one after another. When Zhanmu relaxed, she suddenly exerted force on her hand, and she exclaimed.

"Relax, have you been overtired recently?" The manager controlled the strength of his hand very well, and the war mother had a lot of troubles, and there was no one to talk to on weekdays.

"I'm not in a good mood." The so-called family ugliness should not be exposed, she said lightly and began to close her eyes and enjoy it.

She suddenly thought of the phone call with Lin Mulin last night. The manager mistakenly thought that it was the strength of his hands that hurt Zhanmu.

"Help me hold the phone." "Okay, okay." The manager said hurriedly, handing the phone to Zhanmu. "

She found Lin Mulin's name from the call log and dialed it. At this time, Lin Mulin was doing styling in the barber shop, and she was amazed when she looked at herself in the mirror.

"Miss Lin, your hair quality is very good, no matter what hairstyle you do, it won't look boring." The stylist praised.

Lin Mulin raised her head proudly: "Of course, my hair is usually well maintained."

She usually does not go to work, and spends most of her time maintaining herself. The stylist straightened her head. "Don't move, just pinch it again." She let the stylist play.

After it was over, the hair stylist exclaimed: "I think this is the most perfect work I have done so far." Lin Mulin's long natural beauty, besides, he dressed up well today.

The mobile phone in the bag vibrated, Lin Mulin picked it up and signaled the stylist to keep quiet.

"Auntie, what's the matter with the phone call?" She said sweetly, and the war mother on the other side was a little embarrassed: "Mu Lin, you don't have to come here today, Qingyuan is on a business trip, and I can't contact him right now."

Originally, Mother Zhan invited Lin Mulin to live in the old house for a few days to strengthen her relationship with Zhan Qingyuan, but she felt a little guilty for Zhan Qingyuan's whole appearance.

"Qingyuan went on a business trip? Why did it happen so suddenly?" She questioned Zhanmu word by word, and Zhanmu said sorry, and blamed Qiao Suisui in her heart.

"It's okay Auntie, I'll go there when Qing Yuan comes back." The two exchanged a few words and hung up the phone.

The stylist didn't know what happened, but Lin Mulin's face turned cold in the next second, and he mistakenly thought that Lin Mulin was not satisfied with the styling.

"Miss Lin, why don't I change it for you again." "Get out." She got up and went to the front desk to check out, the stylist was at a loss.

Back at Lin's house, Lin's mother saw that Lin Mulin was empty-handed, went up to meet her with a smile and said, "Linlin, why did you come back so early?"

"Mom." Her voice was aggrieved, and Mother Lin asked anxiously what was wrong.