One Hundred Days of Hidden Marriage: Young Emperor, spoiled by heaven!

Zhuang Chuchu immediately stopped pretending to cry, and explained the matter clearly to Mo Nanchuan with a correct attitude, "This is the way things are, but I don't have any clues now, I just need your help!"

What Mo Nanchuan heard here was that he had a headache. Who could have him so unlucky, with such an uneasy younger sister, one mess after another waiting for him to clean up.

"I said Xiaoyu, can't you let me save some time? How hard it is for me to get you into the company, and now you are assigned to this shitty place because of you, and you are still not obedient? Marketing Department Is that tigress something you can afford?"

"Then how can I bear it when she says I'm a vase?"

"She made a mistake?"

"You? She just said it wrong! I have strength!"

"Is your strength the same as last time? Let me tell you, President Long was very angry last time. This time, if you do this again, even if you get the contract, I'm afraid it will be the same as last time, and You may not be able to stay in the company anymore."

Mo Nanchuan warned her seriously.

Of course Zhuang Chuchu knew that that kind of thing could not be done again, and even if it was done, it would have no effect.

"Don't worry, just give me that old man's phone number right now, I don't believe I can't take him down!"

She said so gloomyly that Mo Nanchuan was so frightened that he quickly gave Smith's phone number to the little ancestor, and hung up the phone in a hurry.

When it was almost time to get off work, Zhuang Chuchu packed up her things and knocked on the door of the CEO's office again. After hearing a low voice from inside, she opened the door and walked in.

It seemed that no matter when she came in, Long Muyun was always at work. She felt that this man completely regarded herself as a robot and would never relax himself.

"President, it's almost time for dinner. I came out in a hurry today and forgot to bring my money. Why don't you invite me to dinner?" Zhuang Chuchu said without blushing.

Long Muyun listened to her lame excuse amusedly, but for some reason, she didn't expose it. Instead, she stopped what she was doing, tidied it up briefly, and then picked up her coat and put it on.

Looking at the dazed Zhuang Chuchu, he raised his sword eyebrows, "Don't you want to eat?"

Zhuang Chuchu then replied blankly, "Eat, eat."

Long Muyun turned around and walked towards the door. If Zhuang Chuchu walked over at this time, she would see a trace of warmth in those eyes that had been indulging her all this time.

The two stood in the elevator one behind the other. This elevator was dedicated to the president and there were no other employees.

"Today's matter." Long Muyun just started talking, but was quickly interrupted by Zhuang Chuchu.

"You don't need to talk about what happened today, I won't give up, just wait for the news of my victory!"

Long Muyun Brick looked at that charming little face, full of self-confidence, like a little sun, so dazzling that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

"Long Muyun, what shall we eat?"

"what ever."

"Eat hot pot!"

Zhuang Chuchu played a small game, she knew that this man was reticent, and also knew that this man was as cold as ice, but eating hot pot is definitely a person who can turn his layer of ice into water, and what's more, you have to keep adding things to hot pot, you come I'm not afraid of being cold when I go.

The car stopped in front of a high-end restaurant, and the doorman came to drive the car into the parking space.